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The Talk Ch. 01

By: nightshadow



Author's note: All characters portrayed are 18 years of age or older. This is a work of fiction and is NOT to be misconstrued as supporting or advocating incest in real life. Take from it what you will. As far as I know, most of the facts contained herein are fairly accurate or off by only a slight margin.

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The story starts off slow, but it all serves as a build-up for something more. Maybe.

Enjoy and be safe.

*****

She was easily the sexiest creature I'd ever laid eyes upon, my wife. The woman who found me at the age of twenty-one, a typical guy in college and not too sure of much about the world around me. The only things I knew, for certain, were pretty simple, lessons I had learned from my parents over the years and which had proven to be true simply from experience. Be generally honest and kind to people. Do not mistake kindness for weakness. Show respect. Trust is a gift, one that should be earned, but once earned, it should be lavished upon those who earn it. Love is a gift similar to trust, and it is infinitely more precious. Honor is a gift, also, but one that is generally given to one's self, through wisdom and consideration. Patience is the key to learning and to forgiving one's own mistakes in life. Do not own the problems of others- you have more than enough of your own to handle, without taking on more than you deserve. Help those who help others. Do not give to beggars. Honest work is work that you can be proud of.

I wasn't the best student in the world, but I passed all my classes. I definitely wasn't the most popular guy at our small college, more like a wall-flower, another face in the crowd. I certainly wasn't rich or powerful. I was nobody, really. Why Katherine chose me, in the midst of so many other fine specimens of masculinity, has been a mystery to me ever since the fateful day upon which we met, the day when my life turned completely around and The One became glued to my hip.

I once asked Katherine, "Why me?"

She had smiled demurely and simply said, "All I ever wanted was a guy who knew himself. Everything else was negotiable. And you know yourself in spades. Other guys spend a lot of time trying to compensate for something, but not you. You knew who you were, what you were about and why you did the things you did. You questioned others all the time, but never yourself. I found that very appealing. And I still do."

That was only a few years ago, and she probably wouldn't have remembered it if I asked her again, but I still haven't been able to figure it out. I mean, technically, she was right: I DID know myself. But, to this very day, it seems that I never really did figure HER out. Then again, I never really tried. I was just too happy that she was with me, that she'd chosen me at all, to even bother dwelling on the question of why. I figured that, as long as I was happy, it was pointless to even wonder why she'd chosen me. And I was definitely happy. Deliriously so.

We had two kids, almost as soon as we'd graduated from college. I had a BA in psychology and she had a Masters in business. David, our son, graced us with his presence when I was 26 and Susan, our daughter, came a year later. After that Kathy and I decided that we didn't want any more children, so I elected to get a vasectomy. It hurt like hell the first couple of days, but once I healed completely, I never looked back. We'd decided on the vasectomy because, if we found that we wanted to have children later on in life, the procedure could be reverse with lower cost and relative ease.

Kathy and I did our best to raise our children with the same good, level-headed principles which had been engendered in us by our own parents. We taught them the best values that we knew and, when we found ourselves clueless, relied on our thirst for knowledge- neither Kathy nor I were afraid of asking questions or getting answers, no matter what the subject matter was. We found that if we kept our minds and eyes open in all things, then our children generally followed our example, which proved to be a wonderful thing within the family. Our kids bickered every now and then, just like all siblings do, but they always made up with each other and never harbored resentment for anything. If they found that their arguments had gotten out of hand, even at the young age of ten and nine years old, they would almost always come to me or Kathy to look for mediation.

Kathy and I never picked favorites amongst our children. We loved- and still love- them both, equally. We always told them the truth and hid nothing from them. There was no Easter Bunny, Santa Claus or Tooth Fairy- not because we found such tales to be silly, but because we didn't want our children to put their faith in things which would eventually be discovered to be false. We taught them about God, in general and broad terms, and took them to a wide variety of different religious groups, so that they could draw their own conclusions. The family library is rich indeed, filled with texts from nearly all the major religions, including Wicca, as well as archives of Greek and Roman mythology. Both David and Sue learned how to read at an early age, not because we forced it upon them, but because they were so delighted by the bedtime tales of Ancient Greek Mythology we'd read to them as young children, that they wanted to read the stories on their own, without our help. Both our children shared their parents' passion for truth and knowledge and seemd to have voracious literary appetites.

Most kids with such a thirst for knowledge would have ended up ostracized by their peers. But we'd taught our children not to go overboard with their personal educations. We encouraged them to go out and see movies and make friends. We wanted our children to develop social skills as MUCH as their mental skills. So we, Kathy and I, gently suggested to our children that reading college-level books while they were in junior high should remain a thing saved for bedtime reading. And we explained why- we didn't want them to lose out on having normal, healthy lives with their friends. We wanted them to get out and play sports and go shopping and have dates. We wanted them to explore life as richly and deeply as possible. We told them that kids their age, who often didn't appreciate knowledge for its own sake, were sometimes cruel or judgemental for the wrong reasons, we wanted to protect them from such abuses from their peers. Our children, bright young things that they were, understood and agreed to keep their advanced knowledge to themselves when among their friends.

David, when he was thirteen, showed strong signs of having a passion for science, which my wife and I thought was terrific. The trouble was that his love for knowledge was so great, that he far exceeded his teachers' expectations. The principal at his and Sue's school called us to recommend that he be pushed up a grade. Rather than make that decision FOR David, we consulted with him. We told him that, if he agreed to the offer, he would be in a higher level of learning at school, but all of his classmates would be older than him and that, most likely, he'd find it difficult to make friends in those classes. We warned him that he would be singled out some, but that he also stood the chance of advancing far beyond most students his age. We gave him all the pro's and con's of the situation and allowed him a week to decide on it by himself.

A week later David decided that he could still learn as much as he wanted about science without leaving his friends and peers behind, so he opted not to advance in grade level. Furthermore, he asked his teachers and the principal to keep quiet about the offer which had been made to him- he didn't want his friends and classmates to think of him as any different than they already did. For a boy of thirteen years of age, that was an astounding and mature decision. Not only did Kathy and I back him up on it, we helped him enroll in a special college-level science class that summer, so that he could further his education like a college student without any of his friends or peers being aware of it. As far as anyone knew that summer, he would go to visit his aunt every Tuesday and Thursday. No one questioned it and David did quite well in his studies.

Sue, also, excelled in school. Her area of expertise, we were surprised to learn, was in writing and literature in general. When she was 14, she announced to the whole family one evening that she was a "logophile."

Admittedly, I'd never heard the word before. "What's that mean, Kitten?" I asked.

Sue smiled proudly, glad to know something her parents didn't. "It means I am a lover of words," she said archly. "I just found it last night when reading the dictionary in bed. I saw the word and just fell in love with it. It fits me to a T."

Kathy and I, later that evening, decided to get Sue the biggest dictionary we could find for her fifteenth birthday, which was just two weeks away: the Oxford English Unabridged. I'd seen a copy of it once, in my college library, and can honestly say that if there is a book which can inspire intimidation, the OEUD is it; it's so large that it literally needs its own stand, for it weighs almost 20 pounds. Twenty pounds of paper and ink. Sue loved it like no other gift we'd ever bestowed upon her since birth. Her friends knew about it, of course, because she proudly displayed it in her bedroom and pored over its pages every night before going to bed. But not once did her logophilia serve as a social burden. Quite the contrary! Her love of words led her to be the editor for the school newspaper, which put her in touch with nearly everyone in the school- and *everyone* wanted to be featured in the newspaper.

Kathy and I were so proud of our kids. Deeply proud. Raising them was by no means an easy task- it never is for ANY parent- but at the same time, it seemed so effortless. Everything in our family made sense and was absolutely perfect, like a well-oiled machine, in a sense.

For the first few years of our children's childhood, Kathy stayed home and mothered them. She was their first teacher and taught them well to love knowledge. During those first few years I started a small psychology practice downtown, had my own office and gained a solid foundation in clients. There was never a shortage of people with deep personal problems (some of which you would NOT imagine!) and I took great pleasure in helping people as a counselor and confidant. My passion for my work served me well, for almost 90% of my business was generated by word-of-mouth.

When the kids went on to pre-school, I moved my practice to the house and Kathy went out to start her career in hotel management, a field that she'd taken a keen interest in back in her college days. So Kathy traveled a lot while I stayed home with the kids. When the kids were actually in school, which afforded me a quiet house, is when I saw my patients, so while my workload had diminished, I was still able to make a decent living. My family was provided for, my kids were healthy and happy and my wife had freedom to follow her own dreams.

During our children's pre-school years, Kathy worked her hotel management job all over the country for weeks or months at a time and saved her money. The income from my psychology practice was more than enough to keep the roof over our heads and then some, so I fully supported her socking the money away. And it wasn't just for selfish reasons, either. We knew that, once the children moved on to junior high, I would want to take my practice out of the house again, so Kathy would eventually have to stay at home more often. So the money she saved would go towards another house local to us, one that she could remodel and use to start her own bed & breakfast.

Life was perfect and idyllic in just about every way my wife and I could imagine. By the time the kids were in high school, Kathy had her bed & breakfast practically running itself and my own practice had made me quite rich, as my rates had gone considerably higher and my reputation carried with it an air of respectability in the local community, which meant that my clients had problems of a more mundane variety. The growth of my practice meant that I was able to take on fewer clients and still make a handsome living, most of which was invested in stocks and bonds over the years. I guess you could say that we lived as upper-middle-class Americans, but our lifestyle was far from extravagant or materialistic, even though my children and wife never wanted for anything. We enjoyed our few luxuries, but mostly we were content to have our needs met and just be a happy, loving family.

High school for our children, I knew, would be fraught with trials and tribulations. Kathy and I knew that, no matter how blessedly mature our children were, there would still be hormones and social issues to deal with as they got older and more independent. When both David moved into his Sophomore year and Sue was a Freshman, I had closed my psychology practice for good so that I could watch the children more carefully while Kathy hired a manager for her bed & breakfast, which allowed her to be at home more, too.

Our children had grown up to be in perfect health, I'm happy to say. David, in spite of his love for the sciences, had also developed a deep appreciation of soccer. And Sue doubled her responsibilities as the high school newspaper's editor along with service on the cheerleading squad. David, with his althletic and toned body, had grown a short mop of brown hair, brown-gold eyes and, even though he wasn't Adonis in the looks department, he had his own charming way about him. The girls liked him, that much was clear, but he never became cocky or selfish. Sue, however, was the social butterfly and had the looks to match her social skills- she was a knockout young woman with a wonderfully toned body from all the cheerleading practice and a sharp tongue, due largely to her love for words. Sue, when edgy, could whip her sandy-blonde hair behind her shoulders and stare down just about anyone with her piercing blue eyes of steel, looking both wonderfully beautiful and terribly frightening at the same time. She was outgoing and vivacious while David was cool and charming. Their grades, I am also happy to report, were nothing short of stellar. Even in late adolescence, their love for knowledge never abated and they still stuck to the childhood habit of reading an hour before bed, ranging on topics from evolution to chaos theory to science-fiction. Nothing to them was taboo or forbidden, when it came to knowledge; they read anything they could get their hands on which might stimulate their powerful minds.

And thus begins the story: how our perfect, wonderful, ideal family came to consider and even welcome incest in our lives.

David was a grown man now, just turned 19 years of age and finally out of high school. Most kids in his position, with his intellect, would have elected to go straight to college right out of high school, but not David. He chose to take a year off, to work a job like a normal person and appreciate some of the hardships of young adulthood. He shaved, drove a car (which I had bought for him on his 18th birthday- a sensible, fuel-efficient vehicle, a Honda Prelude), went on the occasional date and generally enjoyed himself to the fullest. When his friends came into town, to visit during college breaks, he hung out with them and pretty much had fun. If he ever came home drunk, neither Kathy nor I knew about it, but we knew that he'd tried alcohol on a few occasions, like most kids did at his age. We knew he didn't do drugs- he was far too active and self-respecting to do that.

On one particular night, though, he'd admitted to trying pot once and told us that he didn't really care for it. We didn't punish him for the experience, but neither did we praise him- we decided to simply accept his admission with equinimity and calm.

"I mean it," he said after we'd simply said okay. "You won't hear of me doing that stuff ever again. I'm sorry I did it at all."

Kathy looked at me and silently allowed me to take the reigns. "And WE meant it when we said okay," I told him. "Listen, Dave. You're an adult now. You're going to make decisions on your own, with or without our guidance. Are we glad that you didn't like it? Sure. Do we approve of you having done it at all? No, not really. But we trust you. We raised you and we're pretty certain you've got a good head on your shoulders. We DO appreciate you having the balls to come and tell us, though. But don't expect us to jump up and down for it. Considering the topic of discussion here, I'd say we've got mixed feelings about the whole thing. All I can say is that we trust you and hope you'll be good to yourself. We want you to be safe and happy." I paused for a minute and played the speech back in my head and then added, "Thank you for telling us, David."

David was quiet for a moment and considered that. "So... you're not angry?" he asked pensively. Doubtless he'd heard of other kids getting read the riot act for similar offenses.

I shook my head. "No," I said. "We're not angry. We're just glad that you didn't like the stuff. If you HAD and then tried to hide it from us, THEN we'd be pissed off. But, as it stands, I don't see any reason to get upset. You tried it, as most kids your age do, and you found that it wasn't for you. That's good news. Nothing to get up in arms about." I paused again, for effect. "Is there?"

David was quiet for several long seconds and then said, "Well... there IS this small matter of an ex-girlfriend of mine...." His face became very grave. "How do you guys feel about abortion?"

My jaw, I think, hit the floor and all I could do was stammer. Kathy, I'm pretty sure, was in no better condition, for her mouth had dropped open into the shape of a perfect "O."

Dave, however, brightened into a smile. "Gotcha."

And that was the last of it. A significant crisis in teenage development, averted by a joke. I heaved a sigh and fell back into my chair with relief. I had been totally suckered in. "That...." I started.

"-was NOT funny," Kathy finished and she threw a pillow from the couch at our son.

David laughed himself silly but caught the pillow without any effort. All the commotion brought Sue out of her bedroom, to see what the noise and laughter was about.

"What's going on?" she asked. "I'm trying to study for a math exam." She had that look of exasperation on her face, one which made her look beautiful and impatient at the same time. As a Senior in high school, Sue's marks in every course were fairly strong except for math- an area of study which required her more stringent attention.

David apologized for us. "Sorry, Sue. I was just telling Mom and Dad about smoking pot last week, how I didn't like it."

Sue didn't bat an eye at this news and only shifted her stance, stared at her brother with disbelief and incredulity. "Yes? And? This was funny how?"

David smiled. "Oh, that wasn't funny at all," he said. "THAT part was pretty serious. They're not pissed, but that wasn't why we're laughing. You see, after Dad told me that they weren't upset, he asked if there was something they SHOULD be bothered about and I led them to believe I'd knocked an ex-girlfriend up. They SO bought it!"

Kathy let loose with another pillow and, this time, nailed our son square in the forehead while he continued to laugh at our expense. "Bought it?!" she cried. "I damn near had a heart attack!" Even so, she couldn't wipe the smile from her own face and began to laugh.

Sue joined in the laughter. "Oh, come off it, Mother," she said between giggles. "You're too young to worry about heart attacks just yet." She sat down on the floor at David's feet and elbowed his knee.


The Talk Ch. 01



While this wasn't technically true, since adults in their forties are prime candidates for heart-failure, my wife was astoundingly healthy. She worked out quite a bit and still maintained a fantastic figure. In all honesty, my wife could easily pass for a woman in her late twenties, if she wore the right clothes. The faint streaks of gray in her hair, however, were dead give-aways to her age, but I thought they were sexy as hell on her. What's more was that her sexy figure, even at the age of 43, inspired me to stay fit as well, which was something I'm sure she didn't complain about.

David rubbed his knee. "Ow!" he cried at his sister. "What was that for?"

Sue glanced up at him and said, "For playing such a cruel joke. You KNOW that baby is mine!"

The room fell to a deafening silence at that and Sue just blinked at us, puzzled. "What?" she said innocently. "Too far?"

Kathy got down from the couch and sat on the floor so that she could look at our daughter eye-to-eye, even from across the room. "In a word: yes. We can joke about all kinds of things, sweetheart, but that's not one of them."

I could sense the mood in the room had quickly changed from frivolous to serious in the space of a few scant heartbeats. I decided to back my wife up on that score. "She's right, Kitten. We know you two have probably already lost your virginities by now, which is something about your personal lives that we respect completely, but even JOKES about incest... that's crossing the line."

"Why?" Sue asked with her innocent, blue eyes wide and doe-like. "I mean... okay, you're right- I can't speak for David, but, yeah, I've had sex before. And I went into it informed. I studied it, top to bottom... no pun intended," she added with a wry smirk. "Anyway... Techniques, positions, facts, myths, the science behind it and the psychological effects it can have on people. I daresay that I'm probably one of only a handful of kids my age who knows as MUCH as I do on the topic. I even studied incest, as a part of that research, and you know what I found out?" She didn't wait for an answer, but kept on. "I found that all the taboos are a load of crap."

David made to get up, obviously uncomfortable about where the conversation might be headed. "Um, maybe we had better not-"

Sue pushed her back against his knees, which forced him to sit back down in the chair. "No," she said in no uncertain terms. "I think we should talk about this."

Kathy looked me with uncertainty in her eyes, but all I could do was shrug my shoulders. We'd never shied away from other topics of serious discussion before. Why start now? I looked at my daughter and said, "Okay, then, Susan. Knock us out. Tell us the truth about incest." I had learned, long ago in my profession, that to avoid a topic would only leave it unresolved and run the risk of it becoming a more serious issue down the road. If someone feels strongly enough to bring a sensitive topic up in a discussion, it's best to just let them have their say and let it go at that.

Susan was quiet for a moment as she collected her thoughts and then said, "Okay. Here's the straight dope. Incest, while illegal, isn't exactly the big risk that people make it out to be. Ancient Egyptians, which we read about even when we were kids, had a culture that lasted thousands of years, right?"

"Yes," Kathy said, "but what does that have to do with incest?"

"Everything," Sue said, as though we'd missed some sort of crucial but obvious point. "The Pharohs of Egypt were, like, considered gods, okay? They were considered to be direct descendants of the Sun God Ra, the prime god of Egyptian lore. Too good, high and mighty for them to breed with the lower folk, the common people. The way they maintained that lineage was through incest. A king would have children, right? A son and a daughter. He could marry other wives if he wanted to, but the son and daughter would HAVE to get married and have kids of their own, in order to keep the rule of kingship intact. Only a descendant of Ra could rule the empire and pure blood rulers were the only thing they would accept as rightful heirs to the throne. The line of Ra lasted more than 800 years, unbroken. If incest is as dangerous as people make it out to be, how do you think the Egyptians were able to keep the bloodline going for so long?

"The fact is, non-related couples have about a 2 to 4 percent risk of conceiving a defective child. First cousins run about a 4 to 7 percent risk. Full-blood brothers and sisters? About 6 to 9 percent. Parent-child couplings? About 7 to 10 percent, and that's PUSHING it. And with medical science the way it is now, genetic screening makes it possible to find out how stable a zygote is going to be before it even reaches maturation to fetus." She looked up at David. "David and I could have sex, right now, and if he impregnated me-"

"Whoa!" David cried out and visibly cringed at the idea. "Don't drag me into this!"

Susan huffed. "I'm just trying to illustrate a point, David. Don't wig out. Anyway... if David was to impregnante me, we could find out within DAYS whether or not the child would be healthy, and chances are very good that it would be. Actually, they're pretty DAMN good. Between 94 and 91 percent certainty that the child would be in perfect health. And what's more is that our child, if it's a girl, could get impregnated by her own father, my brother, with the same exact chances as though she were me- an average of 92 percent that THEIR child would be in prefect health."

To be honest, I was kind of stunned. I had no idea that the figures, mathematically and scientifically, could actually SUPPORT the act of incest as being more or less on par with conventional procreation. I had grown up hearing about how brothers and sisters, if mated, would have two-headed babies or missing fingers and toes as a genetic certainty, across the board. "Where did you find this out, Susan?" I asked. I was genuinely curious. I'd never heard these figures before.

"It's in all the medical journals, Dad," she said frankly. "Last year we had a piece in the newspaper-" and by this she meant the school paper "-which covered the topic some. The student who wrote the article quoted some pretty well-known sources, so I checked them out on my own, out of curiosity. There IS a slightly higher genetic risk for incest, but it's nowhere near what people have been led to believe. As a matter of fact, when it comes to the topic of incest, belief is at the very heart of the matter and so totally germaine."

Kathy leaned forward a bit, fully taken in by this information. "How so?" she asked. "I mean... okay. We, your father and I, were raised to believe that incest is wrong. Is that what you mean?"

Sue shrugged indifferently. "Sorta," she said. "but not quite. It kinda goes back to the Egyptians, the ones who kept their power structure through incest. Remember the Hebrew exiles, right? Cast out of Egypt for breaking their bonds of slavery and revolting. That's the story, in a nutshell, right? Well... those Hebrews, they left and they were forced to pretty much start up their own society, their own culture and nation. And, like any group of fundamentalist believers do when exiled, they wanted to make their society the exact OPPOSITE of their former oppressors, the Egyptians. If the Pharohs kept in power through incest, the Hebrews wanted to do it through democracy or divine right, rather than heritage. As far as the Hebrews were concerned, they already HAD their own family line of heritage, through their mothers, which made them all the Children of David, right? The Chosen People of Yahweh, God. In their minds, any one of them could end up being the King of the Jews, by birthright, but that was different from being simple leaders and governors. I mean, the King of the Jews wasn't due to take his place on the throne for years and years and years, so SOMEBODY had to keep the chair warm for him, as it were, whether they got it by birthright or not.

"So they had their priests, who were considered the most learned and educated and, therefore, the most responsible people, take the control as a council. And in order to keep the power structure fluid, they decided to outlaw incest or inbreeding in general amongst the faithful. I mean, the council leaders couldn't be EVERYWHERE, could they? Not out in the far-off farms or small villages, right? So they had to rely on their faith and religion to keep people in line. So they came up with the Code of the Hammurabi which, like, had this no-incest law in it, along with lots of other laws and a specific law that said clearly, 'You must make an exact copy of this book and follow it to the letter in order to receive the favor of God.' And people wanted to please God, so they did it. They followed it to the letter and copied it. And spread it. So... incest became outlawed by the religion, even though it wasn't an official civil law."

Sue took a deep breath and watched our faces as we thought it over. Having raised our children to openly investigate various religions, my wife and I had become pretty exposed to the histories of all the major religions, too. What Sue had just told us not only made sense, it fit in pretty much perfectly with history.

"Whoa," David breathed. "And since Christianity was basiclly just Judaism revisited and revised by Jesus, lots of those laws just stuck, right? Like... it was totally impossible to separate the canonized laws from the cultural laws, they became one and the same?"

"That's a different topic altogether," Kathy interjected. "But essentially, son, you're right. From the Jews came Christianity, from Christianity came Catholicism AND Islam and from Islam came Baha'i. And a few in-between all those, too. But they all point back to Judaism, which, if Susan is right, was the first to outlaw incest." Her brow furrowed slightly. "But what about the monarchies of England and other countries?" she asked our daughter. "Inbreeding and incest kept the bloodlines of all the European kings alive for centuries. And most of them were Catholics. And the Vatican has a pretty dim view of incest."

Sue nodded, glad to share this unique information, and her sandy-blonde hair bounced slightly with enthusiasm. "Before Christianity came to Europe, most of the continent was pagan, really. And also very patriarchical rather than the Judaic matriarchical heritage-base. Early Europe reveled in masculine bloodlines, the men being seen as the powerful and lordly. Even though they took to Christianity, and Catholicism in particular, like ducks to water, they still had their very deep pagan roots and traditions. Hell, most of what Christianity is today is mostly pagan in nature, though nobody really wants to admit it. For more than four hundred years, England didn't hold to the whole separation of church and state ideology that the US has today- the king was considered, as with the Egyptians, chosen by God. Therefore, his children, princes and princesses, were divinely destined to rule. The Christian church, still finding its legs in Europe, wasn't about to mess with that kind of mojo just yet- it was still too new to throw its weight around like that. So they sanctioned the King-as-Divine-Ruler concept until they were sure that the new religion had a strong enough foothold of power on the continent. Then, when the Vatican was strong enough, it started to put leverage on the kings, teaching them the 'true' law of God, and how incest in particular was considered a venal sin, a way to usurp God's power on Earth rather than carry it on. Needless to say, it took quite a bit of convincing, but it eventually stuck and the right king came in at the right time- he put an end to it. He made it illegal, with some pressure on the House of Lords in England, for anyone with a stronger blood-relation than 4th cousins to marry or have children."

"King James?" I guessed.

Sue looked at me. "Yes, but not only him. He had the backing of the church as well, which by then had a lot of power among the common people. Once it was on the legal books, it stuck. After a while, though, people started to see just how much of a grab for power that really was, and relaxed the law a little bit. You'd be surprised to know that more than 60 percent of the marriages in Europe are comprised of inter-family couplings, from first-cousins on down the line. Direct-relation-couplings are still outlawed, but the reasons behind those laws still point to religion... and hold absolutely no medical or legal water anymore."

"Because of what scientists have learned?" David asked. He was no longer mortified by the topic but now seemed pretty interested.

Sue shrugged. "Partly that, but there's also the rule of the Egyptian Empire, history, to show us how feeble the beliefs really are: closely-related couplings yield pretty low risks, all things considered. I mean, we're talking about recessive genes that have to be coupled almost exactly. Twins could even have sex and kids and still have a relatively low risk threshold. And, believe it or not, triplets offer even LOWER genetic risks than twins do- fraternal twins, of a male-female split, that is. If two people with cystic fibrosis, totally unrelated to one another, were to have a child, they'd run a 1-in-4 risk of having a child with the same disease- and there's no law against THEM having kids, is there? But a brother and sister, whose risk-factor is significantly lower than a cystic-fibrosis couple? Break out the prison chains! It's incest!" She threw her hands up in the air in mock outrage.

David sat back in his chair, mystified. "Holy shit," he said.

Sue's nose crinkled up and said with a smirk, "Precisely. Bullshit that was perpetrated by holy men: holy shit."

David was quiet for several long, thoughtful seconds. "There's also the matter of energy."

Kathy raised an eyebrow. "Energy? What do you mean?"

David shifted in his chair uncomfortably for a moment and then said, "Well... remember that book, 'The Celestine Prophecy'?" We all nodded. All of us had read the book at one point or another, but we'd all agreed that the information it "shared" wasn't really anything new, even though it had been shared in new ways. "Well, the energy that kids try to get from their parents... it's kinda like a synergistic incest, if you think about it. And all matter is energy, right? So... a child coupling with a parent is, like, the most intense and realistic sharing of energy or power from a parent to a child." Then he cast a meaningful glance at Kathy and added, "Or from a child to a parent, where mother-son couplings are concerned."

Kathy's face went slightly red at the thought, but she said nothing.

I, however, could see exactly where David was headed with this. "Hold on," I interjected cautiously. "You're a grown adult now, son. You don't NEED that kind of energy anymore, least of all from... either of us."

David rolled his eyes. "I didn't mean it like THAT-"

"Yes, you did," Sue said simply. David shut up immediately and stared down at his sister with a scornful look. She seemed utterly unperterbed, though, and coyly smiled. "Well, you DID. Let's look at the facts here, David- you're not going to school, you're not doing that much on the social level, you're not dating anyone and haven't for a long time, you've got an extremely poor sleeping schedule. All the signs point to you having low energy. Whether you're willing to admit it or not, you might just be fishing here, saying in a subtle way that you really DO want some energy," she looked over to her mother, "from Mom."

Kathy shook her head, still visibly embarrassed at how the discussion had turned to her. "No way," she said with absolute conviction and a wave of her hands. "Out of the question. I've already got a lover, thank you, and I'm quite happy with him." She glanced over at me meaningfully. Even though sex between my wife and I has indeed been wonderful over the years, we HAD discussed the possibility of expanding our sexual experiences to include others, like joining a swinger's club or something of that nature. Initially it had only been fantasy-talk and idle chit-chat, nothing seriious. The fact of the matter was that we were still both very happy with each other in bed and didn't really have a desire to bring anyone else into it. Not yet, anyway.

I pointed a finger at my daughter, who seemed to be eyeing me in un-daughterly ways, and said, "And don't YOU go getting any bright ideas, Kitten, about suddenly claming to be tired all the time and needing 'Daddy's special energy-boosters.' Whether it's a medical risk or not, it IS still against the Law of the Land, and we won't be breaking any laws in this household." I declined to remind anyone of the fact that I had had a vasectomy and couldn't impregnate my own daughter, even if I wanted to- which I most certainly didn't.

David's eyebrows arched slightly. "But it's okay for us to experiment with drugs and to have premarital sex without upsetting you guys?" he asked with a smile. "Isn't that hypocritical?"

Then I glowered at my son, somewhat miffed at the way he had phrased the question. "First of all," I said, "we do NOT condone what you did- with pot or with your girlfriends in the past. We DO respect your right to make your own decisions and we trust you to use the guidance we've given you as your parents to make the right choices. But we don't always LIKE some of the choices you make. Second, even hinting at calling me a hypocrite is very much not appreciated, especially coming from you."

David's smile disappeared and he cast his eyes downward. "Sorry," he said. "You're right. That was rude. My bad."

Most people would say "it's okay" as a response, but I had learned that being truthful at all times was preferable. And questioning my ethics was NOT okay by me. So I said, instead, "Thank you." I softened my tone some and continued. "Listen, I can understand your curiosity about all of this. And I admit that it IS intriguing, but just because something is interesting doesn't mean we should go right out and do it at the first available opportunity. There's emotional and psychological concerns to worry about, aside from everything else. We taught you two that sex between two people, ANY two people, can be a very powerful and emotional thing. Between family members who know each other extremely well, it can be life-altering and shouldn't be stepped into lightly. If you really feel the need to talk about it some more, I'm open to that- but ONLY that."

Susan took the floor again, this time more demurely. "No," she said softly. "I think I've said all I needed to say. I just wanted to make a point. That's all. I'm actually kinda sorry that I even brought it up now."

"Oh, honey, don't be," Kathy said gently. "Your dad and I have ALWAYS supported your interest in learning things. Knowledge is an important gift you can give to yourself and others. And it looks like you've learned quite a bit about this particular topic. But for the time being, let's just leave it at that. You've informed us about something we never knew before, and for that I thank you." She stood up, a silent and peaceful way to declare the conversation at an end. "If you all will excuse me, I'm getting pretty tired and it's fairly late. I think it's time for me to get to bed." She looked at me with a quick, meaningful glance, but said nothing to me directly. Then she came over to our kids. Susan stood and they embraced in a warm hug. "I love you, sweetheart," Kathy said into Susan's ear. "We're not angry." Mother and daughter parted from the embrace and Kathy leaned down to kiss David on the cheek and then stood up. Then she said, "But you're STILL not sleeping with us OR each other. The law is the law. Got it?"

David seemed to feign ignorance. "What? Why, the thought never-"




The Talk Ch. 01



I cut him off. "Daaaavid," I chided.

He looked at me. We locked eyes for a brief moment and then he nodded softly and looked at his mother. "Got it," he said, sufficiently chastised.

I stood up as well and followed Kathy's example. "I think I'm gonna turn in, too, kids. Sue, you've got school tomorrow and, Dave, since you're so drained of energy, maybe it'd be a good idea for you to hit the sack, too." The not-so-subtle context there was that I felt enough was enough and everyone should separate quickly before conversations either turned ugly, provocative or crazy.

David and Sue nodded their understanding and each wished us a good night's sleep.

To be continued....? 



The Talk Ch. 02



Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are portrayed as being 18 years of age or older. This work does not, in any way, condone sexual misdeeds conducted by family members and should not be perceived as such.

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By the time I had made it back to our bedroom, my wife Kathy was already in the process of preparing for bed. As she lifted her dress over her head, she heard me close our bedroom door and immediately began to talk.

"Can you believe those two?" she asked, her voice muffled. Her head appeared as the dress finally came off her body to reveal, and I cannot say this often enough, the most beautiful woman in my life. Her plentiful, large breasts, ensconced in a green lace bra from Victoria's Secret, jiggled and swayed with the motion of her body as she looked at me with a perplexed expression on her face. "What in the world's come over them?"

I smirked at her, sinful thoughts already in my mind of she and I rolling around in the sheets, but I forced down the thoughts in order to remain in husband/daddy mode. I shrugged and shook my head with amusement. "Aside from hormones and a burgeoning appreciation of all things sexual, I haven't a clue." She stared at me as though I had missed the point of her question. I relented and approached her as I began to unbutton my shirt. "Listen, honey," I said seriously, "they're KIDS. Grown kids who're in the verge of becoming full-fledged adults, but they're still kids. And they're going to test boundaries and push limits. It's what they do. Be thankful that they TALK with us instead of just jumping to their own conclusions, okay? I have no doubt in my mind that if she were dedicated enough, Sue would have absolutely NO problem seducing her brother." I gazed at my wife's eyes. "I didn't see that kind of prevarication in her behavior tonight, did you?"

"In regards to David?" she asked. "No. But you.... I'm not so sure."

"What?" I asked incredulously. "What in the world are you talking about?"

Kathy's eyes twinkled mischieviously. "Oh, come on, I was a girl once, too. I know the looks, okay?"

I was totally baffled and took a step back. For the life of me I thought she was about to accuse me of something and I wanted to be prepared for the onslaught, even though I was totally innocent of any wrongdoing. I had patently NOT given any "looks" of any kind to anyone in that room- other than the stern, fatherly looks any good dad would wear when putting his children in their place. "Looks? What looks?"

Kathy sat down on the bed hard, which caused her tits to bounce a little, and bent her panties so that the slightest tuft of pubic hair (of which there was very little to begin with) peeked out. "HER looks," she said haughtily. "While I was making it clear that I was happy with you as my lover, your attention was still focused on Dave. I don't know if you caught my glimpse at you, but it was because I'd noticed 'the look' on Sue's face."

I repeated myself more carefully this time, calmer. "What. Look."

"All girls get it when they're looking at a guy they're thinking about dating or kissing or fucking. It's the 'I wonder if he'd give me an orgasm' look. It looks both cunning and coy at the same time. Don't tell me you haven't seen it before."

I arched my eyebrows in surprise. "From you? Plenty of times. From our daughter? Never." I sat down next to Kathy, stunned at this revelation.

Kathy, however, seemed more annoyed than truly upset. "I played dumb, like I didn't notice it, but us girls- we have a sixth sense about these kinds of things. We're very territorial about our men. Especially when the man in question can make me feel the way you do."

A very noticeable aspect of my ego inflated at hearing that, but I merely smiled appreciatively. "Jealous?" I asked. "Of our daughter?"

Kathy glowered at me. "Not yet. And I'd very much like to keep it that way. Capiche?"

I kissed my wife gently and quickly on her lips. "Honey, of all the people in the world I could cheat with, OUR DAUGHTER is the last on the list. DEAD last."

Kathy was quiet for several long seconds. When I noticed the silence, I asked what was on her mind NOW. She bit her lip. "Paul? Are you still happy with me? Sexually?"

I paused in the process of unbuttoning my jeans and looked at her like she'd grown a second head. "What in the hell brought THAT on?"

"Well..." she said quietly. "You've just admitted to me that, one, you'd cheat on me and, two, our daughter is on a list of people you'd cheat with."

It took a Herculean act of willpower NOT to roll my eyes. I brought my hand up to her chin and held her so that she could look nowhere else but at me. "Look," I said, "you are my WIFE. There is no list and I'd have to be the world's biggest idiot to cheat on you, EVER. You're the sexiest woman alive. Bar none."

She actually looked worried. "Really?"

I kissed her firmly but lovingly. When our lips parted I said, "Absolutely."

She pointed down at my crotch. "Then why do you have a hard-on?"

I glanced down at myself. Indeed, I did have a hard-on. I laughed and looked back up at her. "With the world's sexiest woman sitting next to me in her underwear? I can't imagine." I leaned in for a deeper kiss. "Maybe I should explain it to you."

She visibly relaxed and wrapped her arms around me. "Hmmm... maybe you should," she kissed just below my earlobe and then added. "A few times, just to be sure that I don't forget."

My hands began to roam her back and I felt for the clasp to her bra. "By the time I'm through, sweetheart, you'll be lucky to remember your name." The clasp came undone quickly and I helped her slide the garment off her chest. As the fabric slid away, I gracefully traced her left areola with my fingertips and pointedly avoided the actual nipple.

Her head rolled back at the gentle touch and she sighed. "Mmmmm.... I think I might be forgetting it already."

I pulled back teasingly. "Is that so? Can't have that. Go on. Tell me your name, woman."

She looked at me with playful eyes. "Um... Salma Hayek."

I stifled a laugh. "Be damned," I said. "I've been waiting to hear that for years."

Then she did laugh as she grabbed my head in her hands and kissed me fiercely. "Come get some," she said as she pulled me back onto the bed with her. "I've got lots to give."

That night we made love like two crazy teenagers. Not once did our talk with the kids about incest come up in conversation except at the very last, when we were done and about to drift off to sleep.

"Just don't forget," Kathy said dreamily. "You're MY man."

At first I had no idea what she was talking about except for the obvious fact that I AM her man, so I simply said, "Damn straight," with a slight mumble. Just before sleep claimed me, my mind burped and reminded me that her statement had been a loaded one and the powerful love-making session had been a message from her, a signal to me that no one can make me feel the way I do like she can.

Three weeks later, on a Saturday afternoon, Kathy and I were at the house, just enjoying some quiet solitude for a few hours while Dave was at work and Sue was out with friends. The peace was broken, however, when Sue breezed in. "Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad!" She didn't wait to hear our replies and just headed straight for the bathroom which was adjacent to our living room. "Be right back," she called over her shoulder, "I've been waiting to do this for HOURS!" The bathroom door slammed shut after her.

I looked up at my wife with a bemused expression on my face as we both lowered our books. "Oh well," I said. "It couldn't last forever." I heard the flush of the toilet.

Kathy chuckled and resumed her reading. The room was quiet for a few moments until we heard a shriek come from the bathroom. Kathy and I both set our books down with alarm. She looked at me with concern on her face and stood up. "I better go check it out," she said. "Might be a girl thing."

I nodded gravely at her and put my own book down to wait. I had lost all interest in the story when I heard our baby girl scream.

Kathy left quickly and knocked on the bathroom door. "Sue, honey? What's wrong?"

"Mom?" Sue's voice came through the door muffled. "Oh, thank God. Um... could you come in here, please?" I heard Kathy open the door and step into the bathroom quickly. Almost as soon as the door was closed I heard her give a small cry of surprise, too, which was quickly followed by an outburst of laughter. "Moooom!" Sue wailed. "Don't laugh! It's not funny!"

Their voices quieted down, too much for me to hear anything but the occasional murmur for endless seconds as they discussed whatever it was that had caused such a stir. Personally, I was damned curious, but stayed where I was out of respect. A few moments later Kathy came back out of the bathroom alone and walked over to me, a smile plastered on her face. She looked like she was about to die of laughter.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

She looked down at me and collected herself. "A tick," replied my wife. "She's got a tick."

I arched my eyebrows. "So? Did you guys forget where the tweezers are?" I didn't mean to sound insensitive, but that seemed like a pretty small problem, all things considered.

Kathy shook her head. "No, it's not that. It's... well... it's WHERE the tick is located, that's the problem. And you know me- I won't go near a bug if I can help it." This was true: Kathy had harbored a fear of insects ever since she was a little girl. I tried to counsel her through it, but we never managed to cure her of the phobia. In the grand scheme of things, it was a small and relatively easy fear to live with, so we let it go. Apparently, some fears are inherited, for Susan couldn't stand the sight of bugs, either. 

I stood up, certain of the fact that the responsibility had fallen down to me. "Okay," I said with a sigh. "I'll take care of it."

As I started to head towards the bathroom, my wife grabbed my arm. "No. Wait. The tick... it's..."

I looked at her, perplexed. "What?"

She looked down at her groin signficantly. I didn't miss the meaning. "Down there," she said. Then she looked up at me with wide eyes. I stared at her silently, not sure of how to proceed. "Maybe we should go to a doctor and have him pull it out?" she suggested.

I frowned at that. Insurance wouldn't cover the doctor's visit, just for a tick extraction, and even though we weren't hurting for money, that would be a pretty silly waste.

Kathy, though, quickly reconsidered when she saw the look on my face. "You know what? Screw it. She's your daughter. You've seen her naked lots of times-"

"BEFORE she hit puberty," I reminded her.

Kathy nodded and then shrugged. "Still, that's a pretty lousy justification for paying a hundred dollars just to remove a tick." She paused a moment and then added. "You do it. But I'm watching."

I was surprised a little by that. "It's just a tick, honey."

Kathy frowned. "Screw the tick. That's our little girl, who's not so little anymore. I'm watching." She repeated herself and her tone made it clear that she wouldn't back down on the matter.

"Daaaaddy!" Susan yelled from the bathroom plaintively.

I shrugged. "Okay," I said to Kathy. "Come on. Let's get this over with."

Like soldiers on a mission, my wife and I marched to the bathroom. I opened the door and saw Susan. She sat on the toilet seat, her legs wide open, short summer skirt bunched up around her waist and no panties on. Her pussy was completely exposed. In the scant few seconds my eyes took in many interesting details. For starters, my daughter had quite a nice-looking pussy. Second, she shaved her mound (which made sense, seeing as how she was on the cheerleading squad and wouldn't want stray pubic hairs to accidentally show while doing a kick at a game). Third, she was shaking like a leaf. Fourth, her pussy lips looked a little swollen, like they'd seen some recent activity (out with friends? Or a "FRIEND"?). And, lastly, there was a small speck of black on her left labia majora, which was undoubtedly the infamous tick.

I tried not to let any of this register on my face and forced myself to exude a confident, commanding and calm facade. I looked up at my daughter's face and saw her wide, fearful eyes. All sexual thoughts about my daughter evaporated when our eyes locked, and my world became nothing but the concern for my Susan's well-being. "Are you okay, Kitten?" I asked with care.

"No!" she cried. "I've got a BUG on my PUSSY! Get it off!!"

"Susan-" Kathy started to say, her tone threatening. I could tell that she was about to read her the riot act for cussing so openly in front of her parents.

I looked at Kathy quickly. "Let's worry about remonstrations later, hon. More important things demand our attention."

Kathy looked from me to Susan and back again, sufficiently chagrined. Considering the circumstances, a little cuss word was no big deal and, in fact, totally understandable. "I'll get the tweezers from the linen closet," Kathy said brusquely.

I knelt in front of Sue and kept my gaze on her eyes and nowhere else. "Any idea how you got it?" I asked her.

Sue didn't even stop to think about it and just blurted out the truth. "I was messing around with one of the guys out in a field of grass. Nothing happened. I SWEAR it. We were just kissing and stuff. But our friends wanted to go see a movie, so we hadda stop. I musta got it when we were rolling around in the grass." She looked a little bashful. "Sorry."

I fought the urge to laugh at her predicament. Here she was, her legs splayed wide open for her father to see, and SHE was apologizing? What a pickle. I shook my head at her gently. "It's okay, Kitten. You're a big girl now and you're going to do those kinds of things. I fully expect it." I tried to direct the conversation to safer ground. "So, did you have fun, otherwise?"

"A little," she said, somewhat relaxed that I didn't chew her out for making out with some guy. "Mostly, we just shot the breeze and chilled." She smiled a little more clearly. "The girls asked me to tell them a story while we were out there." Telling her friends stories was kind of like a favorite past-time for Sue and definitely something her friends enjoyed. Sue, on top of a love for words, had been blessed with a powerful imagination. She could spin a yarn at a moment's notice and tell it so convincingly that you'd have thought she'd written it years before and recited it from memory. Considering her upbringing, this was no great surprise.

"Really?" I asked. "What was this one about?"

Kathy came back with the tweezers and handed them to me before Sue could answer. "Here," she said. "I dipped them in rubbing alcohol first." She looked at Sue. "They might be kinda cold. Sorry."

Sue looked up at her mother with a small smile. "It's okay, Mom. Thanks." She looked down at me as I tried valiantly to look anywhere else but the Cause of our Dilemma. Then she looked back at Kathy. "Um... Mom? Are you gonna watch or something?"

I could sense Kathy tense in the doorway. "Do you mind?" she asked tentatively. Her tone wasn't confrontational, but sweet-sounding.

"Actually," replied Sue, "I was kinda hoping you'd hold my hand while Dad... um... works on me."

Kathy walked past me to stand by Susan on the commode and looked down at me with a blank look. She took our daughter's hand and said, "Sure, honey. I'm here for you."

Now I DID roll my eyes. This was a tick extraction, not brain surgery. I flexed the tines of the tweezers and said, "Shall we begin or should I go get the portable CD player, put on some classical music to soothe everyone's nerves?"

Kathy started to object to my tone, but Susan giggled. "No. Go ahead, Daddy. Take it out of me." She looked down at me, her eyes once again wide with fear. "Will it hurt?" she said in a small voice, sounding for all the world like she was six years old again.

"It shouldn't, Kitten," I answered. "But tell me if it does, okay?" She nodded at me and bit her lip in anticipation. I closed my eyes to gather my wits about me and then opened them, returning my focus on my daughter's vagina. The tick was still there and didn't seem too intent on coming out on its own. I moved the tweezers in close and grabbed its tiny body with the tines. I pulled a few times and all I managed to do was make Sue's pussy lips open just a little more on their own. Her pink flesh winked at me a few times and her inner walls glinted briefly in the bathroom's harsh light. But the tick still did not want to come free. I tried again, but to no avail.

I sat back on my haunches and huffed in exasperation, frustrated that this was more complicated than I would have liked. I glanced around the bathroom and my eyes fell on Sue's purse. "Kitten," I asked, "would you happen to have any nail polish in there?" 

Susan's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "I think so. Why?"

"Nail polish will suffocate the tick, make it want to come out more easily. I'd rather not just yank it out and leave the head in. That might cause an infection and," I nodded to her pussy, "that has got to be the WORST place to get an itch."

Susan's eyes narrowed as her mind clicked into gear quickly. "Wait," she said with a wry grin crossing her beautiful features. "If you yank, you'll leave the head in and cause an itch? Dad, in some cultures, that's a GOOD thing."

"SUSAN!" Kathy cried. "BAD JOKE!"

Susan batted her eyes innocently at her mother. "Aw, c'mon, Mom. What's a little bathroom humor between adults?"

At that point, I couldn't hold in my laughter anymore. I fell back against the wall and bellowed out with glee at the absurdity of the situation. I'm a big fan of a good pun and my daughter, even in her sensitive state, had managed to pull a whopper.

Kathy, however, was not amused at all. She leveled a severe look at me first and then Susan. Without a word, she grabbed Susan's purse, opened it and withdrew the nail polish. She handed it to me with a stern expression on her face. "The label says it's quick-drying," she informed me. "Hop to it."

I got my bearings and took the bottle of nail polish. I uncapped it and brought the brush close to Susan's pussy lips. I cast an uncertain look up at both women and saw nothing but juxtaposition: while Kathy looked like she was about to lose her temper, Susan had the most exultant and expectant look on her face. Now that I knew what to look for, I could see The Look that my wife had described writ large upon Susan's features. I took a deep breath, swallowed hard and began to apply the nail polish in the area around where I figure the tick's head probably was. I used small, gentle strokes of the brush and tried my best to be as clinical about the activity as possible.

Susan's thighs jumped just the slightest bit when the brush first came into contact with her most sensitive skin, but she otherwise managed to stay completely still while she held firmly onto her mother's hand. Kathy watched on silently with intense interest. Once the nail polish had been completely applied, I began to blow on it gently, more out of a force of habit than anything- that's what you do to nail polish once it's been applied, right?

The effect was immediate. Susan started to get a little more moist and audibly cooed, even while my wife held her hand. Startled, I stopped blowing and looked up at Kathy.

My wife was a study in conflicted interests. On the one hand she was watching her husband blow gently on her daughter's pussy, while her daughter was clearly enjoying it. On the other hand, that same daughter had a parasite firmly entrenched in that particular area and it needed to be removed. I would swear that my wife looked like she didn't know if she should shout or pout. After a few seconds she relented and gave me a small nod to continue, her eyes still wary.




The Talk Ch. 02



It had been a late night and I was thinking how delicious it was to sleep in for a change. But two things became immediately apparent as my eyes fluttered open: I had a raging hard on (as I often did when first awakening) and my mother was sitting in the chair next to my bed. I propped myself up on one elbow, being careful not to disturb the sheet that was thankfully covering the lower half of my body.

"Good morning sleepyhead," she intoned.

"What are you doing here mom?"

"I'm here to help you Hon. I got to thinking how embarrassed you were by the mess you made in your bed last week, and I want to do what I can to make sure you don't have to go through that again."

'It's really OK, mom. I told you, it was just a weird dream. I really don't think it's likely to happen again."

"So, have you been taking care of yourself?" she said with just glimmer of concern.

"Um, sure mom," I answered turning beet red.

"Well, frankly I haven't seen any evidence of that in your laundry hamper or waste basket."

It was clear mom wasn't going to be satisfied without some kind of explanation.

"Gee, mom, most of the time I do it in the shower, and if I do here in my room I just use some tissues and flush them down the toilet."

"So let me get this straight. You've been slinking down the hall in the middle of the night so you can get rid of the evidence?"

"Well, actually, mom, it's more likely to be first thing in the morning."

"No matter, Hon, do you have any idea what would happen if you ran into you father while you were doing that? I can assure you it would be a lot worse than having to explain your wet sheets to me! Are you sure you're on top of this?"

"Yes mom, really."

"I'm sorry, Sweetie, but you seem awfully defensive to me. You wouldn't be hiding something would you? Oh my God you haven't made another mess have you?"

"No mom, really I haven't. I promise."

"Well then you won't mind my talking a quick peek."

"Oh, mom, I told you it was just a weird dream; really you don't have to worry about me."

"I hate not trusting you Billy, but you have guilt written all over your face. I'm afraid it's inspection time."

With that my mom grabbed the sheet and pulled it down abruptly. My penis was still as hard as a rock and sticking through the slit in my pajama bottoms.

"So you say there's nothing to worry about!!!"

"Oh mom, it's not like that. It's just because I have to pee so bad. Really, I mean it."

"Well, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt Billy. I can see you haven't soiled your sheets again, and I know boys your age often wake up in that condition. But I'm still not happy about you sneaking around the house like a common criminal concealing the evidence. Now you go take care of yourself and then come right back here so we can have another little talk."

The last "little talk" we had was probably the most embarrassing thing I had ever experienced. But I had to admit it was probably the most erotic thing I'd experienced too. I slipped my erection inside by pajamas bottoms as nonchalantly as I could and tucked it under the elastic waistband.

"That's so cute," my mom said, smiling, "I guess that's what all you guys do when you need to conceal your erection. I love the way your little eye stares up at you. But you don't have to worry about waving that flagpole around right now, there's nobody in the house except you and me."

I had to wait quite awhile after I got to the bathroom before I could pee, and during that time I couldn't help but get a little excited about what my mom had up her sleeve. When I was done I discovered her sitting in my bed and her chinos were draped over the chair she had been using.

"You know, Billy, when you have a regular girlfriend to have sex with you won't have to worry about those nocturnal emissions because you won't have a chance to get all backed up. I'm glad you say you are taking care of yourself, but I'm worried you aren't doing it frequently enough to solve our problem. And the fact that you feel you have to do it behind my back isn't helping. So here's what we're going to do. Until you find a girl your own age, we're going to use my vagina to make sure you won't continue to embarrass yourself on your sheets."

"Oh my God, mom, isn't that illegal or something?"

"Don't be silly, Hon. I'm you mother. Just think of it as part of your sexual development. And besides, when you do find a girl, you'll appreciate having some experience. I wish you father's mom had taught him what I'm going to show you so he wouldn't have had to pretend he knew what he was doing when it was so obvious he didn't. Now scoot over here next to me."

I should mention that most people think my mom is a real knockout. She was really young when she had me so she is still only in her early forties. She runs marathons, does downhill skiing and keeps really, really fit. I've heard more than one person say she looks like a young Meg Ryan. I had not really contemplated her much in such a vein, but I had to admit, the prospect of getting intimate with her really turned me on.

"Now the first thing that usually happens when you find a girl you like is that you spend lots of time is making out -- you know, just kissing and stuff. Have you at least done that?"

"Uh huh, Becky from high school let me do that much."

"OK, then why don't you give me a nice, passionate kiss? Go ahead and really give it your best."

I was nervous as hell, but excited too. I slowly approached my mom and lingered for awhile before gently probing her mouth with my tongue. We embraced more closely and I could feel her small breasts pressing against my chest. Our breathing was synchronized and our mouths melted into each other deliciously. My mom broke off the kiss.

"Well, Billy, if you are nearly as good at the things I'm about to teach you as you are at kissing, you won't have any problems at all! Has Becky let you do anything else?"

"Not too much, mom."

"I see. Well the next thing you'll want to do with a girlfriend is to make her feel like she has the most beautiful breasts on the planet. Girls are often self-conscious about their breasts, just like you are probably self-conscious about your penis. So it's very important that you show her how much you love them, even if you have to pretend a bit. Do you like my breasts, Billy?"

The truth is I didn't have to pretend. I was happy and excited just looking at them through her tee shirt.

"I have what people often call an athletic body, Billy. That's a nice way of saying my breasts are small but firm. Some men only like big, bouncy breasts, but others actually prefer small ones like mine. Fortunately, you dad is one of those people. The nice part is that my nipples are super sensitive. Now I want you to caress my breasts gently through my shirt. Nothing else for the moment, just feel their warmth and firmness. Be sure to notice how my nipples respond to your touch. Go ahead, honey, give it a try."

I could not believe how sexy my mom felt. My penis was poking out of my pajama bottoms again.

"Now spend a little time fondling my nipples, Hon. Gently, but not too soft either. That's right, just squeeze them between your fingers and roll them around a little. Oh, sweetie, that feels so good. It makes me think about when you used to suck them when you were a baby. I loved the feeling of your little mouth sucking them as my milk squirted out."

I could not have been any hotter.

"Your girlfriend probably won't have had any experience nursing a baby, but that's the next thing you should do to show her how much you love her breasts."

She pulled the tee over her head slowly and presented her incredible breasts to me.

"Now in real life, you might have to help her take her top off, Billy. But don't rush it. If you sense any reluctance on her part, back off and wait until she's ready. Showing your breasts to a boy for the first time is a very big deal for most girls; especially if they haven't done it before."

"OK, mom, I promise."

"Now put one of my nipples in your mouth and suck it gently. Not too hard. That's right; it feels best if you do it with a regular rhythm. Not too fast, you're not in a race; your goal is to make your girlfriend feel loved and special. Now rub the tip of your tongue back and forth over the very tip. Ummmmm, that's nice. Oh sweetie you're going to be very good at this. Don't forget about the other one. You can caress it gently with your free hand as you continue to suck. When you think the time is right switch sides. That's good. Now give each nipple a little kiss and look at them with wonderment. When you're with a girl, you should tell her that her breasts are more beautiful than anything you have ever seen and that you feel happy and appreciative that she is showing them to you"

I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life.

"Now, Billy, do you see how erect my nipples are? If your girlfriend is that way it means she is feeling very sexy and it's time for you to move onto the next phase. Do you know what that is?"

"I'm not sure mom, maybe putting my dick in her?"

"Oh, Billy, that's why it's so important we're having this talk. The very last thing you want to do is rush things. You need to slow things up to the point where she is begging you to enter her. But before I show you how to do that, it's time for a little female anatomy lesson. But it's no fair unless I can see your penis at the same time "

My mom pulled the sheet down again to reveal my pulsating erection. 

"Take your pajamas off Billy. That's a good boy. You have such a beautiful penis. I don't ever want you to be self-conscious or ashamed about showing it to a girl, even though it might be a little scary at first. Now watch closely."

My mom sat facing me and crossed her legs, giving me a close up view of her incredible pussy. Of course, I had never seen one before, at least not close up, so I didn't have much to compare it with, but my male instincts told me I was observing something very special.

"A girl's vagina is surrounded by two sets of labia, Billy. Boys usually call them "lips". The outer set is called the labia majora, and the inner ones are called the labia minora."

She separated her inner and outer lips with her fingers so I could see the distinction and traced them all around her opening.

"Of course, what you will be most interested in is what is between the inner lips. At the very top of the vagina is the clitoris. As I told you before, it's the most sensitive part of the vagina and you need to pay very close attention to caress it in just the way your partner wants. Unfortunately, every girl likes something a little different, so you'll have to work with her to find out exactly what feels best for her."

At this point, my mom stretched open her own lips and exposed her protruding clitoris for my inspection. 

"Can you see my little bud, Billy? This covering at the top is called the hood, and it protects the clitoris when it is not being stimulated during intercourse or masturbation. Do you remember that I told you smegma can build up under there if a girl does not wash thoroughly?" 

At this point, my mom grasped her hood and pulled it back for me, just as she had made me do with my foreskin during our previous talk. 

"See, Billy, I keep myself nice and clean. Do you want to touch it?"

She took my finger and placed it on her lovely wet clit.

"Now I want you to very gently rub all around. Not too hard. Remember it's very, very sensitive and it can hurt if you are not gentle enough. That's nice. Do you like the way it feels?"

"Oh God, mom. I think it is the softest thing I have ever felt."

"Be very careful not to rush things when you're doing this with a partner. Be sure you pay close attention to how she is responding to your touch. If she is moaning softly, or providing some other kind of encouraging cues you're probably ready for another leap."

"What kind of leap mom?"

"Do you remember how you sucked my nipples?"

"Sure, it was really cool."

"Well, you can do the same thing with a girl's clitoris. Usually the first step is to lick it up and down -- very gently. Why don't you try?"

Very slowly I approached my mom's awaiting clit with my tongue. The smell of her vagina was more enticing than anything I had ever imagined.

"That's it; now move you tongue around and around very gently. You're doing just fine, Billy. OK, now pretend like my clitoris is a nipple and suck it just like you did before, but with less intensity. That's right; just keep sucking in and out, in and out. Can you feel it getting harder? A nice hard clitoris is a very good indication that your girlfriend is getting turned on and is ready for you to insert your penis. If you can't tell for sure, look at her nipples. If she is really aroused, they will be hard too. Depending on the anatomy of her breasts, it might be easier to tell if she is ready to move on by looking at them instead of her clitoris. And of course there is one other way. As I told you before, a girl's vagina makes slippery stuff called arousal fluid when she is ready for intercourse. That's so your penis can slide in and out without hurting her. You can tell if she is ready by inserting your finger to see if she has secreted enough arousal fluid. Boys call that being wet. Since this is a lesson for you, I can tell you that I am very turned on right now, Billy, so go ahead and insert your finger so you know what a fully aroused vagina feels like."

I tentatively slipped my middle finger into her and moved it over the slippery surface.

"See how wet I am, Billy?"

"I'll say mom. It's slippery like a fish."

"That's interesting, Billy. Some people think arousal fluid smells a little like a fish too. Why don't you smell you finger? No heterosexual man can resist that smell."

I believed her. 

"If a girl lets you feel the inside of her vagina and it's as slippery as mine is now, it's a good bet she's ready for your penis. Now comes the hard part. Hon, I'm going to help you get ready for penetration. The worst thing you can do is fumble around looking for the place between the inner lips where your penis needs to go, so you have to move very carefully. Are you ready?"

Talk about an understatement.

"By this time, your penis will have been erect for quite some time and some slippery stuff called precum will probably have begun to leak out. You have probably noticed it when you masturbate. The purpose of precum is to help your penis begin its journey into the vagina and to lubricate the inside so your semen shoots out easily. However, not all boys make enough, so it's a good idea to use an alternate source of lubrication. You have several choices: If your girlfriend is wet enough, you can coat the head of your penis with her arousal fluid -- just keep dipping your fingers into her and spreading the wetness over your head. Keep doing it until you are nice and slippery. Another really easy way is to use your own saliva. Or you can ask her to lick or spit on your glans, but I wouldn't try that the first few times. For now, let's just use your saliva because that's something you can always count on."

My mother instructed me to spit onto her fingers and she used it to prepare my member.

"OK Hon, now come a little closer. I'm going to help a little this time because you haven't done this before."

She took my erection and slid it up and down her slit, just barley making penetration.

"Can you feel the entrance to my vagina, Billy?"

"Yes mom. It feels really smooth."

"Good, now I'm helping point you in the right direction, but when you are on your own, you'll have to be prepared to do this all by yourself. It's a good idea to do what I'm helping you do right now. Just take your time and move your head up and down until you feel the sweet spot between her inner lips, just below the clitoris. Then, when you are sure you are positioned correctly, move your body closer and try to slip inside. Go ahead, Hon."

I could not believe what was happening. My own mother was teaching me how to fuck a girl! And it felt soooooooooooo good.

"That's it Sweetie. Can you tell that you're inside? Now come in all the way. Feel the nice, warmth around you cock? Doesn't that feel wonderful?"

"Oh my God, yes mom."

"Don't expect this from an inexperience girl, Billy, but I'm going to contract my vaginal muscles around your penis to increase the pleasure you are experiencing."

My cock felt like was the center of the universe. I lost all sense of reality.

"OK, Billy, now just do what comes naturally. That's right, move yourself in and out, in and out."

All of the sudden, I realized I was going to cum. I didn't want to, but I couldn't help it. I felt my penis erupt inside my mother.

"Four, five, six. That's the number of spurts I can feel, Billy. There is noting more wonderful for a woman than having her vagina filled with a nice hard penis and ejaculated semen. And when the squirts are forceful like those, a girl can feel it tickle her cervix. I don't think we're going to have to worry about your sheets for awhile!"

"Gee mom, it happened awfully fast."

"That's because you're just learning, Billy. As you gain experience, you'll have more control over when you ejaculate. Hopefully, you can time it so that your girlfriend and you have orgasms at about the same time."

"Did you have one mom?"

"No, Billy, but I didn't really expect to. Not your first time. But if this happens to you with your girlfriend, it's not such a tragedy. She can still have an orgasm."

"How mom?"

"Lie here next to me and let me show you."

My mom propped herself up on a pillow and spread her legs. 

"Now wait just a minute and I'll bet some of your semen will start to leak out."

Her vagina was glistening and I could smell her arousal fluid.

"There it is. See Billy? 

We both admired the white goo dripping out of her hole.

"Now I want you to spread it over my clitoris. I'm very close to orgasm already so you should be able to give it to me."

I followed her instructions and began to rub up and down just as she had showed me. That's right. Keep going. Keep going. See how hard it is? Just look at my nipples. If your girlfriend's nipples look like that she's well on her way. She might want to take over for herself because she knows exactly what feels best for her and she will really, really need to cum. If she does, let her do it and you can caress her nipples instead. But don't do that now because you're making me feel wonderful. Now pull back my hood and lick me round and round. Yes, yes. See how hard I am! I'm hard for you Billy! Suck me harder. Oh yes, yes. YES!!! Oh Billy, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

My mom's body was shaking with pleasure and she looked at me proudly and smiled.

"Congratulations Sweetie, you've just made a woman cum for the very first time. I'm so happy for you. But what have we here?"

As incredible as it seemed, my penis was already hard again. 

"Ahh, youth," my mom exclaimed with a smile. 

She took my erection in her hands and began moving my foreskin up and down over my slippery glans. The feelings in my body began to intensify. I could not believe it, but my mom put my penis in her mouth and began to suck it with a strong rhythmic motion. I could feel the head of my cock at the back of her throat. I knew I would not last long. She looked at me knowingly as if to say, "It's OK Honey, just let go," and that is exactly what I did. My second orgasm in less than ten minutes overtook me and I collapsed in a heap of sweat. My mom stuck out her tongue and showed me the semen that I had just produced for her. She swallowed it ceremoniously.

"Ummm, I just love the taste of semen. Thank you so much Billy. I'm confident that if we keep practicing, those embarrassing wet dreams of yours will be a thing of the past. And by the way. If you find yourself thinking about what we've done here today and you need to masturbate, it's OK to leave your wet tissues in the wastebasket. I'm the only one who will find them, and I promise I won't tell a soul! Now, I think it's time to change your sheets again!"



The Talk Ch. 02



I tentatively leaned forward again and resumed blowing on Susan's increasingly-moist pussy lips. After a few puffs, I looked up at Susan. "Kitten, um... could you try not to enjoy this so much? We need this stuff to dry."

Susan's eyes had been closed. When I spoke she looked down at me and blushed. "Sorry, Daddy. I'll try." She smiled weakly and then looked up at her mother. "Sorry, Mom." Kathy remained silent, lost in her own thoughts, I presumed.

I blew on the nail polish a few more times and probed it gently with my finger, to make sure that it had dried. The feel of my daughter's pussy lips on my finger was electric and I found myself beyond just aroused, but downright horny. I fought the urges any man would feel when faced with such a situation and tried to maintain my role as the young woman's father. I silently sent up a prayer of thanks that the nail polish, true to the claim on its bottle, had dried quickly.

"Okay," I said. "It's dry. Now we give it a few minutes to let the little-" I was about to say "fucker" but thought better of it, "-bugger suffocate." I sat back and leaned against the wall again to wait.

"How long?" Kathy asked, her eyes already on her watch.

I shrugged. "A minute, maybe." I guessed. "We'll try again in a minute." I didn't know if the tick would start to suffocate by then, but I hope that the fumes from the nail polish would serve as inducement for the little shit to let go.

Kathy watched the second-hand on her watch like a hawk while the three of us waited in absolute silence. Finally she gave me a curt nod.

I reached in again with the tweezers and pulled gently on the tick's body. Susan's lips parted again, which provided me with another inspiring view of her most intimate areas, as the tick at first continued to resist. I kept pulling, though, and finally the tiny bug let go. Susan cut loose with a sigh of relief and satisfaction as her lips quickly snapped closed again. I saw that there was a tiny pin-prick of a hole where the tick had just been. I brought the tweezers close to my eyes, to make sure that the little thing had come out completely- it had- and its miniscule legs kicked about angrily at having been removed and deprived of its "meal."

"Honey," I said to Kathy, "could you go get that rubbing alcohol? We should sterilize the hole, to avoid infection." I figured that this was a reasonable request since Kathy was the last one to use the rubbing alcohol and knew where it was. I hefted the toilet lid up, with Susan still seated upon it, and dropped the body of the tick into the bowl. I reached over my daughter's shoulder and depressed the commode handle.

Kathy stood still for a moment and fixed me with a thoughtful, silent gaze while the toilet whoosed and swirled, the only sound that could be heard in that small bathroom. Finally she let go of our daughter's hand and left us alone at a brisk pace.

Susan looked down at me with a big grin on her face. "Thank you, Dad."

"No sweat, sweetheart."

"No sweat? Dad, you're sweating buckets." She paused and then asked quietly, "You enjoyed that, didn't you?"

I looked at her and listened closely to see if my wife was coming back yet. I lowered my voice to a whisper and said, "Between you and me? Yes."

My eighteen-year-old daughter smiled back at me and whispered, "Me, too." We could both hear Kathy's footfalls as she returned. "Woops! She's coming back!"

We both regained our composure just a scant second before Kathy came back into the bathroom with the bottle of rubbing alcohol and a cotton ball in her hands. "Hop up, buster," she said. "It's my turn to take care of business."

I didn't argue the matter and stood up to make room for my wife. Without preamble, she doused the cotton ball with rubbing alcohol and started to place her hand hear Susan's still-exposed pussy. Suddenly she drew her hand back and stood up. "On second thought," she said as she thrust the wet cotton ball at Susan, "I think that this is something you can take care of on your own. Hmm?"

Susan took the cotton ball with a small thanks and looked up at us before she started to apply the alcohol. She arched her eyebrows expectantly. "Um... I know you two have seen just about everything I could hope to want to hide from you, Mom and Dad, but could I at least TRY to have some remaining dignity here?"

Startled, Kathy and I lurched for the exit and excused ourselves from the bathroom. As we started to pull the door after us, Susan called out to us, "Thank you both! I mean it! Thank youuuuu!"

Kathy and I stood outside the bathroom door and simply stared at each other, not sure if there were any suitable words for what we'd both just experienced. After a moment I took the lead and gently urged my wife to join me away from the bathroom door, so we couldn't be overheard by Sue.

When we were back out in the living room, Kathy snapped, her voice barely above a whisper, "You enjoyed that!" she accused.

At first I was about to deny it, but I decided instead to be completely forthright. There was no sense in lying, least of all to the woman I loved. "You're right, I did." Her eyes flashed in anger, but I continued before she could start to bawl me out. "And if I didn't, I wouldn't be male. In particular, I wouldn't be the male who makes love to you every night and enjoys it thoroughly. I'm married to the most beautiful woman in the world and I wouldn't change that for anything."

Kathy stood back and folded her arms across her heaving chest, not in the least bit mollified. "You're skating on thin ice, buster." Her cheeks were flushed. From anger or excitement, I don't know.

I stood back and took in the situation. Was she right to accuse me of being turned on by what had just happened? Yes, I had no problem admitting that. But who in the WORLD could blame me?!? There isn't a straight, red-blooded man ALIVE who could have walked away from that situation without SOME kind of effect. None. Daughter or not, that was one of the most absurd and provocative experiences I could recall in my lifetime, and I'd had quite a few of them- Kathy's not into kink, but she's had her moments over the years.

I mentally reviewed the last few minutes carefully and looked for any point where I might have done or said something improper and couldn't think of a single thing, except maybe the laughter at Sue's colorful pun. I realized, then, that my wife wasn't angry with ME- she had no reason to be. She was angry with our daughter, who'd mercilessly flirted and teased her old man and had the temerity to enjoy it. Kathy was jealous.

I said as much. "Look at you!" I said with a smirk on my face. "You're jealous!"

Kathy started to retort sharply, but snapped her mouth shut quickly. She opened it again, failed to find words and then closed it again. After a few seconds she frowned, sat down hard on the sofa and crossed her arms, more angry with herself now than anyone. "Dammit. You're right."

I sat down next to her and hugged her close. "Honey, you have no reason to be, okay? Was I turned on? Yes. Does it mean anything? No. It was just one of those crazy things that we had to do as parents." She looked up at me like I was indeed crazy. "Okay," I amended quickly, "weird as hell, but necessary. Look me in the eye and tell me that ANYone did anything wrong or out of character. We did our duties as parents to our child and our child acted like a horny teenager, which is to be expected at her age."

"Well, maybe we should punish her?" Kathy quipped.

I leaned back with a skeptical look on my face. "For what? Being normal?" I shook my head. "You and I both vowed, when they were born, that we'd never do that to our kids. We can't punish them for being THEM."

"Mom? Dad?" Susan came into the room then, looking far more presentable, and appeared meek as a lamb. "Listen, I'm sorry 'bout that. I just... I just didn't know what to do and I was kinda freaked out." She looked at her mother seriously. "And I'm sorry about that joke I made. Bad timing."

Kathy took a deep, cleansing breath, held it and then let it out slowly. "It's okay," she said calmly. "You were nervous and needed to blow off some of the pressure. It's okay. Just try to be more serious next time, okay?"

That's when I cut in. "Hopefully there won't BE a next time." I looked over at my daughter. "Forget about it, Kitten. No harm, no foul. Next time you're making out with a boy, check for bugs. Deal?"

Sue blushed deep red but nodded. "Deal." She started to head off to her room, but turned around. "Um... Mom? Dad? Can you do me a favor?"

"Sure, Kitten. Anything."

"Could you not tell Dave about this? It's... y'know... weird. And private."

I glanced at Kathy and saw a wry grin creep across her lips then I looked back at Sue with a nod. "Sure thing. Mum's the word."

"Thanks, Dad. And... thanks for being so gentle down there." Kathy continued to gaze down at the carpet, lost in thought, so she didn't see our daughter wink at me playfully and then skamper off to the privacy of her own room where, no doubt, she would relive every second of the bathroom experience and embellsh every detail in her highly imaginative mind.

I suddenly felt somewhat randy myself and nudged my wife with a playful bump. "Kids, huh?"

Kathy, sufficiently stirred out of her reverie, smiled back at me. "Yeah. Kids." We stared at each other for a long moment and then kissed lovingly. "You in the mood?" she asked and then said, "Oh, who am I kidding? After that, I'M in the mood." She cast a sidelong glance at the spot where Susan had just stood. "She'll be busy in her room for hours, y'know."

"Fifteen minutes, at least," I said, "but we can always hope it'll be hours."

Kathy leaned in to kiss me firmly and slipped me a warm French kiss. As we parted, she said reprovingly, "Perv."

"You should know," I quipped.

She stood up quickly and tugged on my hand. "C'mon and remind me," she purred. She licked a finger and traced around her right nipple, which was clearly engorged and excited. "Or would you rather get back to our books?"

I stood. "Oh, there's a book I wanna show you, all right."

"Really?" she said with an innocent voice. "Which one is that?"

"It's titled 'The Book of Love.' Lucky you, it's a long one, too. Sixty-nine chapters in all." I pulled her close to me and kissed her with passion. "Fortunately, it's got a short prologue. Funny thing is, it's one of those read-aloud books."

"Hmm... let's go read a bedtime story," my wife purred into my ear and kissed my neck just below my ear.

I grabbed a handful of her perfect ass and squeezed. "So early in the day? What'll the kids think?"

"The kids can go fuck themselves," she growled with lust.

I chuckled. "They might at that."

She stepped away with another growl of desire. "Grrr! C'mon! Let's go already!" She pulled me after her in the direction of our bedroom.

What am I? Stupid?

***Shall I continue?*** 

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The Talk Ch. 03



Author's note/disclaimer: All characters in this story are fictional and portrayed as being at or above legal age of sexual consent. While this story deals primarily with topics of incest, I do not in any way condone or advocate such acts. Again, this is only a work of fiction which is meant to help others enjoy a fantasy setting without actually hurting anyone.

I hope you like this next installment of "The Talk" series. As with the previous two chapters, comments in the Public Comments area are appreciated. Votes, also, are highly appreciated. So... onward we go! 

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Two weeks after the "tick" incident is when things started to turn upside down for me and my family. I caught my children inflagrante delecto, with each other. Of course they hadn't intended for me to catch them and I certainly had no idea that it had been going on. My discovery of their illicit affair was a total surprise and accident.

Kathy had been out of the house that day, since early in the morning, to tend to her bed & breakfast business, with plans to be gone for two more days. Apparently, her most recent clients/guests were rather high-maintenance and wanted to be waited on hand-and-foot. Such situations, while uncommon, come with the territory when a person runs a business like Kathy's. She gets called away from home about twice a year to look after such guests. We all take it in stride and tend to view such absences as one would a business trip. She is usually gone for no more than two or three days and since we're all adults, it doesn't impact the household significantly.

On the day in question, I had to deal with a rather needy client of my own, a deeply depressed patient who had a habit of calling me for a house-visit every few months. So I left a note to the kids along with $20 for pizza, for when they woke up later that Saturday afternoon. This particular client, I knew from past experience, could easily take up a good portion of my day. Fortunately, however, my visit ended up quite short. It was a "false alarm", but the patient felt so bad about it that he'd paid me for the three hours of counseling he expected he would have needed, had there been a real emergency. Sometimes it pays to let people guilt-trip themselves, I guess. My work was done there before I ever set foot through the door.

On the way back home, however, my car decided that today was a good day to die. I had to phone a mechanic to come tow the vehicle and repair it, which had cost me roughly the same amount that I'd just been paid. The car would be ready a few days later, but my mechanic was good enough to drop me off at my house since it was on the way to the shop.

I walked into my home, only two hours after I'd left, and immediately found that the note and money seemed untouched, which I found gratifying. It was not yet noon, so I decided to go back to my own bed for some extra sleep. On the way there, though, I heard some noise which seemed to come from David's room. Curious, I tip-toed down the hallway to find out what was going on. As I got nearer, I heard voices, muffled sounds which floated through his door, and I got the clear impression that those noises were the sounds of two people making love. I didn't recall seeing any extra cars parked in the driveway when the mechanic had dropped me off, so I immediately deduced that Dave must have brought a girlfriend of his home the night before and that they'd only just woken up.

At first I was surprised by this. Dave, charming and confident as we raised him to be, had NEVER done this sort of thing before- at least, not that I knew of, anyway. To be honest, it was totally out of character for him. In the past he'd typically brushed aside inquiries about his love life and made it clear to all of us in the family that it was something he'd rather not discuss openly. None of us ever doubted that he HAD girlfriends because we'd seen him around town on a few dates over the years. And the idea that he might be gay, while it had indeed crossed mine and Kathy's minds, had been shot down neatly when he got busted in his Senior year for making out with a young woman- caught red-handed with his hand up a girl's sweater, like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. Kathy and I scolded him in front of the school administrators but when we got home we found ourselves more relieved than anything. Dave, it turned out, was just shy about sharing the intimate details of his love life. No big deal.

And this is why I was surprised to hear those sounds come out of his room. This was about as brazen a thing as our son could do, short of publishing photos and sending them out to the whole family on Christmas. Maybe he'd met a woman recently who had somehow managed to help him break beyond that shyness barrier. I smiled at this idea and, perhaps more curious than I should have been, I leaned my ear against his door to hear what, exactly, such a woman could say to so easily sway him.

What I heard made my heart skip a beat. It was my daughter's voice, Susan's, which filled my ears.

"Jesus, GOD, it's so good to not have to worry about keeping our voices down for once! Faster, Dave! Deeper!" Her voice was rich and full and it was clear that she enjoyed herself. The sounds of David's bed bouncing accompanied her voice.

Dave, for his part, replied as I would expect, almost text-book. "I'm going as fast and deep as I can, sis! Stop clenching like that! I can't move!"

I took a step back away from the door, stunned and astonished at what I'd just heard. My kids continued to make their noise, oblivious to my presence just outside the door, and it sounded like they were close to climax.

"Sorry!" I heard my daughter say. "You fuck me so well, Dave, that I just- ah! Ah! Oh, yes! Ah! I just- wooo! I just get carried away! FUCK! Keep doing that! Rub it!"

"Jesus, sis," Dave said. "You're gonna push me off balance if you keep shoving back at me like that. Ooooh, damn... lean down... that's it. Oh, God, what a sight! I can't believe we haven't done it doggy-style before! And I can't believe I'm actually watching my own dick slide inside my sister's pussy! Christ! How does it feel?"

My mind churned as I tried to think of what to do, even while I heard my son reply to his sister. Everyone in the family is blessed with a rather vivid imagination- perhaps a holdover from our love of literature- and I was no different. Even though I closed my eyes to concentrate, mental images of by children beyond the door began to form in my mind. I could clearly imagine my 19-year-old son on his knees, pressed up against my daughter who was on her hands and knees as they rutted like animals in heat. I could imagine the sweat on their bodies, Susan's breasts swaying back and forth as my son hammered into her. GOD DAMN IT, I COULDN'T THINK! And the hard-on which had quickly developed in my pants hadn't helped any.

"Goo- good! No! It's great! I can feel you all the way inside me," she cried. "Oh, God, I'm SO FULL!"

"I'm gettin' close, Sue! I'm gonna cum!"

I felt my ears grow hot with emotions that I could not yet name or identify. Anger, frustration, jealousy, betrayal, passion... I felt so many things at once that I could not make sense of them. Still, however, I did nothing but stand there and try to weigh my options.

Do I kick the door in and put a stop to it? What would that serve? Clearly, they'd been doing this for a long time already. Damage was done. What would getting violent about it serve? How would that help them and would that REALLY make me feel any better about the situation? No. Probably not. Then I'd have my kids scared of me and, despite what they'd done, I love my kids. No matter what, I would NOT want them to fear me for any reason.

"Do it! DO IT! I'm there, bro! Oooooh, fuck, I'm there! Let's cum together!"

Should I just walk away and behave like I hadn't heard anything? No. That would be tantamount to condoning their actions, which I steadfastly did not. What's more is that I was not sure that I would be able to look either of them in the eye again, even if they didn't know that I knew. Changes would occur and they'd notice something was up eventually. Alienation would begin slowly and then it would fester, which would create an even bigger rift. I didn't want that, either.

"Aaaahhhh! YES! YES! Oh, geez, YES! Here's it comes, sis! Aaaaaaahhhhh- URGHhhhhh... SHIT!"

Do I wait and talk with Kathy about it first? Maybe she would have some insight or an idea of what to do. I thought about that one seriously, even as I heard David announce his impending orgasm. I shut my eyes tightly as I tried to concentrate on my thoughts. No. Going to Kathy, though appealing at first, might cause more problems than solutions. In all honesty, I was in the dark about many things. Before going to my wife with this I would need more information- dates, frequency of trysts, the question of protection (were they using any? After The Talk, I would not feel safe to make any bets one way or the other)... so many uncertainties. Kathy, loving mother though she is, might be apt to react reshly. When I talked to her about this (and I resolved that I WOULD, eventually) I would have to do it 1) away from the house and 2) armed with as much information as I can manage to get.

"Ooohhh, sweet Jesus, Dave... ha ha ha... hold on... no, lay down a minute, okay? Woo! Would you look at all of that? Damn! Hand me a towel. I can't believe all of that came outta you!"

I would swear that I HEARD the smile creep across his lips as my son said, clear as a bell, "What can I say, sis? You bring out the best in me." Then both their voices quieted down to a soft, unintelligible murmur.

So that left me with only one option. I stood against the wall opposite Dave's bedroom door and waited with my arms crossed, one foot planted against the wall and a knowing look in my eye. I didn't have to wait long, maybe five minutes while they shared some pillow-talk and regained their composure. I clearly heard Sue say that she wanted to take a shower and get back to her own bed "before Dad gets home." The door opened and I raised my eyes boldly in anticipation, not sure of what to expect other than to see my daughter.

The door parted and there she stood as she looked back at her brother, naked with my son's cum still running down her thighs out of her freshly-fucked pussy. As she turned her head to face out of the room, I saw that she wore a sly grin as well as a healthy sheen of sweat which covered her entire body. When her deep blue eyes fell on mine, she froze, stone-cold and we just stared at each other for a few brief seconds.

"Your room," I said very quietly. "Now."

She didn't protest or say anything. She just nodded, fully aware of how severely she'd been caught, and scampered past me at a brisk pace. I watched her go quickly to her room and noted, much to my chagrin, that my daughter had filled out to be quite a shapely young woman. Her 5' 5" frame disappeared into her bedroom quietly, her honey-blonde hair coming after her like a wispy breeze.

I looked back at Dave's bedroom door, which was still ajar, but closed enough for him not to see me yet. I waited a few seconds more to plan out what I wanted to say and then I slowly stepped forward and pushed the door fully open. I saw Dave as he lay on his bed with a most satisfied grin on his face and breathed heavily. He didn't hear the door open and hadn't yet seen me. I had the element of surprise over him. I stepped further into his room silently, saw a towel that hung from a corner of his dresser, grabbed it and threw it at him. It landed in such a way as to cover most of his torso and his shiny, half-erect dick.

"Hey!" he cried out jovially, still under the impression that he and his sister were alone in the house. He groped at the towel, ready to yank it off.

That's when I spoke, before he could see me. "You're lucky I threw a towel and not my fist," I said casually.

My son's hands froze. "Dad?"

"Who else, you bonehead?" He uncovered his face slowly and looked at me with large, wide, fearful, golden eyes. I noted, with a detached sort of keen observation, that his erection had completely deflated. Before he could even TRY to talk, I held up my hand. "Do you trust me?" I asked him.

"Dad, this isn't-"

"If you know what's good for you, son, you'll answer the question honestly and then shut up. I ask you again: Do. You. TRUST. Me?"

Dave covered up his groin with the towel, suddenly reminded of his modesty, and nodded. I saw him visibly gulp, not certain of what I'd say or do.

I wasn't about to clue him in just yet. "Good," I said calmly. "Now, listen very carefully. I'm going to go talk with your sister first. In the meantime, I would like very much for you to get dressed, open a window to let the smell out and wait for me to come in and have a talk with you. I don't know how long I'll be talking with Sue, so I ask you to be patient. If you're not here when I come back I won't be too terribly surprised, but I'd be sorely disappointed. No matter what happens from here on out I want you to know and remember that I love you. You are my son and I would never willfully harm you. But I need to talk with the each of you, alone, before I decide what to do next. Do you understand?"

David was silent for a few seconds and then he nodded again. "I'm sor-"

I held up my hand again. "Hold that thought. I promise we'll talk soon. Just... trust me and wait. Do as I told you. Open a window and get dressed." I didn't wait for a response and left him alone as I closed the door behind me.

When the latch clicked I heaved a massive sigh of relief. So far things had gone well. No hysterics. Yet. I still had a lot of ground to cover first.

I reached Sue's door and paused to take a deep, steadying breath. I prayed that she'd had the foresight to get dressed in the intervening moments. Seeing another man's nakedness, while not exactly at the top of my To Do list for the day, was not an alien thing for me. Having seen lots of other guys in locker rooms and gyms, I was sorta used to seeing the equipment. But seeing my daughter COMPLETELY naked for longer than a few seconds would be too much for me to bear at that moment. That was why I'd sent her to her room first, in the hope that she'd be dressed by the time I came to talk with her. I remember my high school chess coach's advice on strategy: "Always set your battlefield before going into battle. Know where your opponent is as all times and do whatever it takes to make him play by your own rules. Your best weapon is not brute force but thinking three moves beyond your current move. You lose when you get pissed off. Go into it thinking that this is YOUR game, that YOU created it and NO ONE is going to take it away from you. Don't show your plan until it is too late for him to react."

I twisted the knob and opened the door. As I had hoped, Susan sat at the edge of her bed, wrapped in a terrycloth bathrobe, tears already streaked down her face. She held her face in her hands as she openly sobbed with embarrassment, fear, dread and defeat. My baby girl is an accomplished chess player herself and knew the rules as well as I did. She knew that I already had a plan in mind and that she was helpless to stop it, whatever it was.

I closed the door quietly and sat down next to her, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, while she continued to sob. I tried my best to ignore the scent of sweat and sex that still emanated from her body like a strange perfume... and I tried not to get aroused by the thought that, under that robe, was my naked daughter. My role there, then, was as a father-figure, not some guy who wanted to get his rocks off with a younger woman. I focused on the thought of my wife, beautiful and sexy in ways I'd never known in any other woman, and held fast to my fidelity and morals. I waited as long as it took for her to calm down and, when it seemed that her emotions were finally under some kind of control, I spoke. "How long?" I asked silently prayed that my voice didn't betray my nervousness. I knew that once we actually got the conversation started, I would be able to focus on that and things could move forward in a healthy manner.

Her lower lip quivered just the tiniest bit, but she fought for control within herself. "Four weeks," she said through short breaths. "Not every day, but it started four weeks ago. Eight times since the beginning."

I thought about that and then sighed. "The tick incident? That was him you were with, wasn't it?" She nodded without a word. My daughter, while crafty and intelligent, had never been one to lie about anything. It was a quality that both Kathy and I had engendered to the best of our abilities ever since she was a child. She had long-since mastered the art of telling half-truths, but she couldn't tell an outright lie to save her life and we all knew it. "The friends you said had been with you," I prompted. "Can you name names?"

She looked up at me slowly, hesitated and then said, "I'd rather not. To protect them." Susan stared at me with wide blue eyes, not sure if that would go over well with me. "They know about us and promised not to tell a soul. And we made the same promise to them."

I chewed on that for a moment and stared straight ahead. I decided that to press the matter would be met with resistance and, therefore, unproductive, so I let it drop. "Okay," I said. "That's reasonable. I won't ask you to break a promise. But can you answer me this much: are they like you? Siblings?"

She looked away from me again and brushed her blonde bangs away from her face unconsciously and traced it back over her delicate, elfin left ear. Seeing the motion reminded me of why I'd given her the nickname "Kitten"- her ears have just the faintest hint of a point to them, which made her look either very feline or like an overgrown elf with short ears. On her sixth Halloween Kathy had dressed her up as a kitten and, from then on, the name stuck. She gave a thin-lipped nod in answer to my question and said no more on the matter. "How angry are you?" she asked.

I took another deep breath, partly in surprise. I should not have been astonished that she'd expect me to be upset, but I WAS impressed that she'd have to courage to address it. "I don't know yet," I answered honestly. "I suppose I'll be able to gauge that once I know more." I looked at her again. "I told David to wait for me in his room, that I love him and that want to get answers before I make any decisions about what to do about this. I also asked him if he trusts me. He said he did. I'm hoping that he'll wait and not run. Whatever happens, can you promise me that you won't run? From us, your mom and I? Right now, I don't know what to make of this. I don't know if I'm disappointed or angry or what. But I do know that I still love you both and I don't want you to be afraid of either me OR your mother. I'm taking a big leap of faith in saying this, but I'm pretty sure that she'll love you, regardless."

Susan took a deep, calming breath of her own before she answered. "I can't promise that we won't run," she said honestly. "But I CAN promise that I won't forget that you love me." She paused a moment and then added, "We never intended to hurt you. Either of you." Her lower lip quivered again to stifle another sob, but she still kept her eyes on me. "I don't want to lose your love, Daddy. PLEASE don't hate me!"

It took every ounce of self-control to not hold her, but I somehow managed. As much as I hated to see my daughter, whom I loved dearly, in pain or fear that I might withhold my love from her, she had made her choices- the kinds of choices an adult would make- and she would have to bear them out on her own. "I don't hate you, Kitten. I'll always, always love you," I said with measured tones. "Now... I need to know a few things."




The Talk Ch. 03



She heaved a sigh of relief at my assurance that I didn't hate her. Sue took a moment to collect herself and then sat up straight, resolved to answer whatever questions I would ask. "Okay," she said.

"First, are you using protection?"

"Yes. I don't want to get pregnant. I've been taking birth control for a year now." She paused when she saw the surprised look on my face and then added, "Mom didn't tell you?"

I shook my head. "No, she didn't. But I'm glad to hear it. Second question... has the emotional relationship between you and your brother changed? Are you... in love?" Inwardly I tightened up, afraid that the answer would be yes. That would complicate matters greatly.

"No," she answered resolutely, readily, and inside I felt myself exhale with relief. "We love each other, of course, but what we've been doing has been... purely physical. Just sex." A wry smirk crossed her lips. "We still have our fights, like any brother and sister. And he's still an asshole bigger brother sometimes. We're not going to run away and elope or anything like that. That's not what it's about."

"Okay. Then what IS it about?"

My daughter thought about it for several long seconds and then finally shrugged. "Sex. I guess. Dave hasn't been getting any since he started working. Too busy. And while I know that I could probably have any guy at school, most of them are just morons. Dave is my brother. We've known each other all our lives. I feel safe with him. Even when he's being a jerk, I know that he wouldn't hurt me. Until more guys my age get their shit together, I'd rather just not play around with them. Dave at least has his head screwed on straight."

I actually found myself nodding at that. As absurd as it sounded, it made more sense than getting raped by some testosterone-ridden jock at a frat party. If Dave had been the boy next door or some other guy she'd known all her life but wasn't related to, I'd have accepted that answer without another question. But the fact remained that Dave IS her brother. The law had been broken, both legal and moral. At some point they would have to answer for it.

"Who came on to who? Who started it?" At that question, she wasn't so quick to answer. "Susan?" I prompted. "WHO started it?"

"I did," she said in a very small, quiet voice. "Me."

"Why?" Again she didn't answer immediately. In that brief moment, the answer why dawned on me. "Because of the talk we had a few weeks ago about... this kind of thing? You were curious?" She nodded, pegged.

"Partly that. I was just plain curious. About everything. Sex, passion, incest, boundaries, what it felt like... everything."

At that point I made another astonishing realization and it was my turn to look at her with wide, surprised eyes. "You mean... HE was your FIRST?!?"

"Yes." That small voice again, her eyes cast downward at her feet. She didn't like admitting that, I think.

"But... you said, a few weeks ago, that you'd lost your virginity." I clearly remembered her saying that during the initial discussion about incest.

"Well... technically, that was true. I broke my cherry with a girlfriend's vibrator last year. So I kinda sorta DID have sex. Just not with another person." She looked up at me quickly. "I swear, Daddy. It was just me and the toy-thing. No one else. Even my friend didn't know about it until I told her later. So... well... anyway, my hymen was long gone before David and I... but he was my first MAN."

I ran my hand through my hair and huffed, like the wind had been knocked out of me. "Oh, shit..." I was almost stonewalled by my disbelief, but I knew that if I stopped now, I wouldn't be able to go on with the interrogation. I willed myself to push forward. "So... that day with the tick. You said that you'd only made out with him. That's what you told me. Nothing happened, you swore it. Was that true?"

My daughter looked up at me again, this time with stern confidence in her eyes and perhaps a little surprise that I'd even question her honesty. Considering the circumstances, could you BLAME me for asking? "I didn't lie to you, Dad," she said. "I didn't tell you the name of the boy I was with, but I didn't lie when I said that we'd only fooled around. The... people we were with really DID want to catch a movie and we really DID have to stop before it ever... progressed."

For the first time since I'd entered the room, I put my hand on her, just her lap, to calm her. "Okay," I said. "I believe you. All right. Next question: how do you think he feels about you? Have you discussed it?"

"Of course we discussed it! And we both agreed that what we're doing-"

At that I cut her off. "Did," I corrected. "For the time being you DID it. I think, for now, the two of you should stop. No more." She looked at me for a moment with, at first, defiant eyes, but then she backed down and nodded her assent. In the long run, it made sense for them to stop. "You won't like this, but I HAVE to talk to your mother about this. And believe me, that is not a task I relish doing, but she's your mother and she deserves to know."

Upon hearing that, she buried her face in her hands again and sobbed. "Oh, no!" she cried and then she looked up at me with wide, frightened eyes again. "Do you have any idea what she'll DO? She'll flip out! She'll go nuts! You saw the way she acted when you removed that tick and I made that joke! She'll go ballistic on ALL of us!" She grabbed my hands in supplication and got down on her knees in front of me. "PLEASE don't tell her about this, Dad! PLEASE! I'm begging you!"

I stared down at her dumbly for an eternal second and all I could see was the incredible amount of cleavage my daughter had accidentally shown me. Her breasts, I could see, were still somewhat sweaty and now they heaved as she breathed heavily with fear. I shook my head firmly, to regain my senses, and helped her back to a sitting position on her bed. "C'mon. Sit and calm down. You don't understand, Kitten," I said. "She's my WIFE. When I married her, I made a lot of pledges and I intend to stick by them. I made a solemn oath to be honest and to honor her. If I held this back, how can I justifiably make good on that promise?" I searched her steel-blue, watery eyes carefully for any hint of understanding. Even though she'd just asked me to withhold the truth from Kathy, I could see that my daughter did indeed understand the importance of what I'd said, even though she dreaded it at her very core. "Listen," I said consolingly, "I'm not just going to blurt it out, okay? There is a time and place for everything. I will FIND that time and place on my own, but I STILL have to do it. And don't underestimate your mother, sweetheart. She's got a LOT of fire in her belly, but she's no fool. And she DOES love the both of you as dearly as I do. Yes, she will probably be upset, but she'll think things through first, just like I am, before she makes any concrete decisions. TRUST that, okay?"

Susan took a very deep, very pensive breath and searched within herself. I didn't say another word until I was sure that she'd found her center again. Finally she gave me a slow nod. "I'll try," she said nervously. "And I pray that you're right, Dad. But I'm scared."

I nodded. THAT was certainly understandable, valid and, actually, pretty damned healthy. "Okay. Last questions, Kitten." I gently held her chin and turned her face toward mine. "Did either of you consider the consequences before all of this started? Did you expect to get caught?"

"Yes to the first question, no to the second," she said. "We talked about it a LOT before we actually went... all the way. But we didn't think we'd get caught." Again, I found myself impressed with her candor and bravery. Even in the middle of this weird mess, I felt assured that we HAD indeed raised our children markedly better than we could have ever dreamed. Most other children her age would have just shrugged and said, "I dunno" to both questions. I was proud that my daughter had grown up to become every inch like her mother: she was courageous to the very last and held her head up high in the face of a challenge. And her willpower, I guess, was probably somewhat a blessing from my own loins. She went on, "We weren't like sex-crazed maniacs, Dad. We took our time and were patient. We didn't do it every chance we got, but made sure that we would be relatively safe. We planned it out every time. To be honest... this was the first time we took an opportunity when we saw it." She grimmaced. "I guess this just proves what you taught me about chess: defeat comes shortly after you deviate from your strategy."

I was silent for a moment as I thought about that. Then I said, "Honey, I don't know if I should be glad or not that you deviated from your plans. I can't say that I'm happy to learn about what you and your brother have done, but I can't say I'd be any happier if it had gone on for any longer." Stood up and looked down at her. She looked up at me with doubtful, wondering eyes. "I suggest you go ahead with that shower, young lady, while I go talk to your brother. And I guess it goes without saying that, starting right now, you're grounded. And, to be honest, being grounded may be just the beginning of your punishment."

Sufficiently sobered, she nodded glumly. "Dad?"

"Yes, Kitten?"

"What are you going to say to David?"

"David's different," I said truthfully. "He's a guy, so he'll respond to things differently. With him, I'll probably skip the Q&A and just get down to the point. Why?"

Sue looked down at her feet again, ashamed. "Well... even though we was a willing participant, Dad, he's really kinda innocent in all of this. It wasn't his idea. And he did it only to make me happy, as warped as that may sound. I know I'm asking you a lot, considering the situation, but... please be gentle with him." Then she looked up at me with earnest eyes. "He was worried sick about you guys finding out and hurting you. I was the one who convinced him that we could hide it from you. He was just..."

I cocked an eyebrow and decided to go with the blunt approach. "A cock who happened to be attached to your brother?"

She visibly winced at the way I'd phrased it. "I wouldn't put it that way, Dad. He was more like a... pawn."

I put my hand on her shoulder. "Even pawns have their roles to play," I said, running with the analogy. "But I'll give your request some thought. I can't speak for your mother, though. And, personally, I think he's a lot more culpable in this than you're willing to admit. But I already promised him that I wouldn't hurt him, not intentionally. And, as with the vows I made to your mother, I fully intend to stand by that promise. Okay?"

Somewhat appeased, she nodded and stood up. She hugged me and I returned the embrace. We held each other for several long seconds while she again sobbed on my shoulder. Finally, she said in my ear, "I'm sorry, Daddy. I really, REALLY am."

We parted and I held her at arm's length. "I know, Susan. I know. Now go take that shower." I kissed her tenderly on her forehead and left her alone.

When I got back to David's room, I was glad to find that he had not taken the coward's option. He sat upon his bed, clothed in blue jeans and a white T-shirt now, and looked up at me as I opened the door. With a glance over his shoulder I saw that he'd opened a window, as I'd asked, to let the smell of sex out of his room.

"Hello, son," I said.

"Hi, Dad." When I closed the door behind me, he said, "I guess I should start to pack my stuff, huh?"

I took a seat next to him on the bed. "Is that what you want?" I asked. "To leave?"

"No. Not really. I just can't think of anything else." He slumped like a beaten man, already, so soon into the conversation. "This is all my fault."

I looked at him with surprise. "Your sister said the same thing about herself, though not so succinctly. The way she tells it, she all but seduced you."

My son shrugged indifferently. "It was her idea, yeah. But I still had a choice. As the older brother, I should have said no. So it's my fault."

"Bullshit," I said calmly. "You know what they say about the tango." He looked up at me then, speechless, his golden-brown eyes sharp and cunning. "You're wondering if I'm angry," I said. It wasn't a question. I knew he was wondering that. It was written all over his face. He nodded silently. "When I got home and I heard the two of you together," I told him. "I thought you were with another girl, someone else. I was actually proud of you. I thought you'd gotten past that silly shyness of bringing your love life home. That it was Sue hadn't even entered my mind until I heard her voice through the door. THEN I was surprised. Then a little angry. But you know what?"

Neither of my kids are idiots. They'd read some of my psychology books. They knew The Process as well as anyone. "You realized it wouldn't help anything to be angry?"

"Bingo." We sat there for a few silent, thoughtful moments and then I sat up straight. "Right, then. Here's the deal," I said. "You and Susan are grounded. Indefinitely. You go to work and then come home. That's it. And that's most likely just the beginning of your troubles. Second, neither of you talks about this to ANYONE. Period. Third, this has to stop. Now. If you and Susan so much as FLIRT with each other, I'll ride you outta here on a rail so fast you'll wonder how it happened. No exceptions. Fourth, the two of you will be under constant supervision until I feel that I can trust you again. Fifth, I'll be talking with your mother about this-"

Upon hearing that, Dave took a sharp intake of air through his teeth. He'd been stoic about everything up until that point, but he knew that it was coming, I don't doubt that for a minute.

"Do you have a problem with that?" I asked him.

He was slow to answer, but finally did so. "No... sir."

I scoffed. "Cut the 'sir' shit, son. I'm either Dad or Paul. This is a family home, not the military. Now... I'm guessing that the hardest pill for you to swallow is that your mom will find out. Right?"

"Dad, she'll KILL us." He said it with such utter certainty that I was surprised. I know my wife a far-sight better than they do. I didn't doubt that she'd be angry, but she would not resort to violence- that would be even more out of character for her than it would be for David to have a normal sex life under his parents' noses.

I took that in stride, though. "What she does or does not do remains to be seen. And, frankly, it's a moot point. Fact is, she's your mother and my wife. She and I have always worked as a single unit in this house and we've made every decision together. I will not have her in the dark about this and I'm fairly certain that, if she were in my shoes, she'd feel the same way about me. And give me some credit, will you? I'm not stupid enough to just hit her with it as soon as she walks through the door. I'll pick the time and place, but I WILL tell her. After that, she and I will decide what to do next." I looked at him squarely and noticed that the golden hue to his eyes had turned darker, almost copper. "You DO understand, however, that you moving out MIGHT be a possible scenario, right? If that's what the two of us decide, I need to know, right now, how you're going to take it."

David fell silent as he thought it through for a long time. I could almost SEE the throught-processes as they occurred. First he considered whether or not he could financially afford it on the income from his current and only job. Then he considered his relationship with his sister, and then with the entire family. Then he considered what he would have to tell the other people in his life- co-workers, friends, classmates in college... if he ever made it to college. What he may and may not be able to ask for help with from his mother and I in the future- and he was certain that he'd need help at some point. The effects on his psyche and emotional states, the possession of his car (his mother and I had co-signed... would we break that contract as a possible punishment? Are we that spiteful?). Loads of questions, facts and figures zipped through his mind at an incredible pace. Part of me was proud to see my son struggle with the kinds of issues that all adults have to consider even though I hated the reason behind such intense introspection.

I didn't want my son to leave the family, not in this way. But I DID want him to consider the possibility and be prepared for it. The exercise would be good for him even if we didn't decide to kick him out, just so that he would have an inkling of what he might expect when he eventually DID leave home to be on his own. I waited patiently for his answer.

Finally he looked at me, his face a study in resignation. "I won't like it, but if that's what the two of you decide is best for the whole family, I'll do it. I'd be gone in an hour. If that's what it took to make everyone happy."

I cocked an eyebrow at him. "And if that's what we decide, do you think we'd be happy with the decision?"

And that stumped him. Confusion swept across his face like a thundercloud. In his thoughtful silence, I heard the shower in the bathroom down the hall, between his and Sue's bedrooms, come on. Sue had finally started her much-needed shower. I tried to block out of my mind the fact that she took that shower so that she could wash my son's cum out of her pussy, a pussy I'd only two weeks before seen very, very up close. "No... I guess you wouldn't."

I gave him a weak smile, but avoided looking too confident. "Then I suggest that, for the moment, you put that idea out of your head. You're right. Kicking you out would NOT make us happy." I faced him completely and turned my body towards his. "Son, you're a part of this family. Kicking you out would break the family up. And reporting this to the police would be no better an option and would, in fact, have the same result. Sending you away from the family would be our LAST option and I'd like to think that we can find another solution before it comes to that. And that's why abstinance will have to do, for now. I need to know if you're okay with that, if you'll respect that condition. Point blank, no-more-fucking-your-sister."

It was David's turn to visibly flinch, as his sister did when I had brazenly called it as I saw it. His mouth twitched at the use of such up-front language, but his face quickly fell back to a business-like demeanor. "Done," he said solidly. "And if she even makes a MOVE in my direction, I'll run the opposite way. Promise."

I eyed him carefully. This was a man I was talking to. For a man to turn down sex from a beautiful young woman, even if the woman in question IS his sister, would take an incredible amount of effort. Couple that with the fact that said man is 19 years old, and the effort becomes Atlantean, bordering on saintly. Nevertheless, I saw in his once again confident and almost bright gold eyes nothing but pure conviction. If Susan found a way to be alone with him, he WOULD turn her down. Even if she pulled every seductive trick in the book.

Gratified by the steely look in his eyes, I nodded. "Good," I said. "David, I can't have this blow up in our faces. I love both you and your sister very much and it would ruin me to see either of you go. The two of you have screwed up hardcore- no pun intended- and you're about to face some very loud music. If the two of you never lose sight of the fact that we love you, I think we'll be able to hold this family together. Now... I know that the two of you are sorry you got CAUGHT. Frankly, that means shit to me. Are you sorry it happened AT ALL?"

Again, my son was stone silent as he thought it over. His answer actually caught me by surprise, "Only if it hurts you and Mom." He saw both my eyebrows arch highly, so he continued. "Listen, Dad. What Sue and I did... that was for us. And we both knew what we were doing. We're sorry we had to hide it from you. We're sorry we broke the law. We're sorry, yeah, that we got caught. But I can't honestly say that we're sorry it happened. That doesn't mean we're in love or anything like that," he was quick to add, "but it DOES mean that we're not entirely ashamed of making each other feel good when we already loved each other. She's my sister, Dad. I DO love her. And I'd do anything for her. And you. And Mom. She asked..."




The Talk Ch. 03



I nodded. "And you couldn't say no," I finished for him. He nodded, too. I heaved a winsome sigh. "You want to hear some brutal honesty, son?" He looked up at me, curious. "I'm not sure I could say no, either."

David breathed in deeply at that. "Fuuuuuuck."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Watch your language. And if you breathe a word of what I just said to ANYONE, it'll be you and me, man to man, not father to son. ANY. ONE. Not even Sue, ESPECIALLY not Sue, can know what I just said. But... man to man... I can understand how difficult it might have been to say no to her in the first place."

Dave seemed to look at me with a whole new level of profound respect. It took a hell of a lot of balls for ANY father to admit that to a son, he knew. "Dad... I just want you to know... I DID try. To deny her, I mean. I tried."

I nodded with understanding. "I know. She told me. And, yet, here we are." I looked at him with pained eyes. "I wish this had been avoided, son, I'll be honest. I wish you'd had more willpower. Even though I can't necessarily blame you as a MAN, I'm extremely disappointed in you as a father- for this instance alone." I smiled at him. "In every other way, I want you to know that I'm proud of you- completely and without restraint. But this?" I shook my head. "Man, kid, when you screw up, you don't hold back."

"Believe me, Dad. If things could have turned out ANY other, BETTER way, I'd prefer it to this."

I sighed. "Yeah, but this is what we've got. So let's make the best of it, okay?" I stood up and placed my hand on his shoulder. "Before I went to talk with your sister, I asked you if you trust me. Do you trust me still?"

All the concern, fear and worry disappeared from my son's face as he answered with absolute certainty, "Now, more than ever, Dad."

"Good. Then let me handle your mother, when the time comes. After I talk to her, there's no escaping the fact that she'll want to talk to both of you. I'll do everything in my power to ensure that she won't go apeshit on you, but I'M trusting you to be man enough to take whatever comes from here on out. You trust me and I'll trust you. Deal?"

David simply nodded once. "Deal," he agreed. "And, Dad?"

"Yeah?"

He stood up and hugged me. "Thank you." I didn't say anything in response, but I returned the hug, glad in the knowledge that, despite the current circumstances, I still had somehow managed to retain the trust, love and respect of my children. "I know you didn't ask for ANY of this, and you don't deserve it. I'm SO sorry for this mess. Don't think we don't know how lucky we are to have you as our parents." We broke the embrace and took a step away from each other, but he still held my gaze. "BOTH of you. You AND Mom."

I smiled, encouraged by that. "If this thing ever blows over, son, I'm dead certain that I wouldn't mind hearing that again, under more ideal circumstances. I'M sorry that it took a situation like this for you to finally say that- it's something good parents long to hear from their children. I know you mean it, though, and that's more important to me than anything." I took his shoulder again, reassuringly. "And I meant it when I said that I'd do my best where your mother is concerned. That doesn't mean I condone what the two of you have done, not by a long shot, but in the grand scheme of things, I guess you could have done far worse things."

David nodded gravely. "I understand," he said. Just then we both heard the shower shut off. Sue had finally cleansed herself. "I think that's my cue to clean up," he said.

I agreed and made to leave his room. "Good idea," I said. "Your mother isn't due back for another two days, so we've got some time to get our shit together. If the two of you want to talk about it some more, if you NEED to talk about it, I'm here for you. Though, frankly, I can't imagine what more needs to be said. But if you have questions or concerns, don't hesitate to bring them to me. Okay?"

"Okay. But, to be honest, I can't think of anything more to say myself. But I'll pass it on to Sue."

I grabbed the handle of the door and paused. "Uhm... better not," I said. "I'll deal with that. Right now, the less contact you have with your sister, the better. Things are still pretty raw and some distance might be a good idea."

David raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Distance? With her room only fifteen feet away from mine? That might be a tall order, Dad. I'm not sure I can avoid her... or that I should."

I shook my head. "Not HER," I explained. "The situation. You both know where you stand and what's expected of you. The two of you need to focus on getting back to being JUST a normal brother and sister. Now... go on and take your shower," I said. "You reek of sex." And that, I am sorry to say, was absolutely true. Although he'd opened a window, like I'd asked, he still had his sister's scent all over him. I only noticed it once I'd been able to stand a few feet away from him. I hoped that once he washed her fragrance off his body, his mind would turn towards more pragmatic matters. Pheromones can play hell with a teenage mind.

So I left him alone again, this time to prepare for a much-needed shower. I decided to wait until the next day before letting Sue know that I was willing to talk more with her if she needed to. I needed to take some time myself and get a few things straight in my own head. I also needed to review both conversations to make sure that I hadn't said or done anything which might end up backfiring on me in the future. And, to top it all off, I needed to start figuring out how I would break this to my wife.

By the time I reached mine and my wife's bedroom, all the thoughts of concern or fatherhood disappeared. The only thing on my mind, now that I was alone, was the intense hard-on between my legs. No matter how hard I tried, I could not purge the imagined vision of my son and daughter fucking like sex-crazed fiends and their climactic voices still raged within my ears as their exultations echoed around in my mind like the wail of an erotic siren song. I quickly locked the door even as I began to unbuckle my belt. When I arrived at my side of the bed, the bed upon which I and my wife made such passionate, caring love, my pants were undone and fell around my ankles while my hand had already started to stroke my turgid erection. The only thought on my mind, as though it had been burned there by a fire-brand, was that my daughter- my sweet, intelligent, loving, beautiful daughter- had made good on her claim that she could indeed have sex with her brother.

I fell onto the bed and stroked myself madly, like a man possessed, with my eyes tightly shut to everything else in the world. Without much effort, I managed to kick my pants completely off my feet so that I could continue unencumbered. I could see, in my mind's eye, Susan, naked as the day she was born. She was on all fours, her ass high up in the air as sweat dripped from nearly every pore, like she'd been bathed in it. Her curvaceous, supple, lithesome body quaked before me with longing and heat and my focus narrowed down to her up-turned hips, which undulated wildly.

"I'm so hot!" my imagined Susan cried out. "I need it! NOW! PLEASE! Before Mom gets home! Do it... Daddy!"

I groaned aloud as I imagined myself impaling my adorable daughter with my manhood. In my mind I wasted no time with preliminaries and simply began to fuck her with an all-consuming intesity and lust. The tempo of my hand's furtive motions increased and I felt myself nearing climax. I could not hold back, not if my life depended upon it. I fought the urge to growl loudly and forced myself to grunt deep in my throat as I felt my penis surge to the point of no return. Finally, mercifully, I erupted and discharged high up into the air. Less than a second later I felt the tiny, warm droplets of my cum splatter all over my chest and I froze, still in the throes of my self-induced orgasm. This time, in my mind's eye, I saw my cum as it dripped out of my daughter's quim in rivulets and small streams. Again, my insistent manhood throbbed and I felt another slug of semen well up within me as I stiffened. Another blast from my loins, less powerful this time and nowhere near as copious as the first, quickly followed and I went limp as my hand relaxed its hold on my member.

I lay there for several seconds as I breathed heavily and thought about what I'd just done. I had masturbated to the mental image of my daughter. In my mind I had fucked my baby girl. At that point I might as well have done it in actual fact. Shame, guilt, doubt, fear and confusion swept over me like a dam had broken open. I did not cry, but I did feel astonished at myself that I had allowed my mind to plague me so easily, so readily.

As I continued to lay upon the bed where I had conceived both my children I regained my composure. I stood up and made my way shakily to the master bathroom. I didn't flick on the lights because, at the moment, I wasn't sure that I could look myself in the mirror just yet. I grabbed a towel off the rack, wiped the still-warm cum from my body and threw the soiled fabric into the clothes hamper, hopeful that my wife wouldn't notice it later with its brittle cum-spots which would soon dry as a tell-tale sign. Since Kathy and I have such a healthy sex life, I rarely- if ever- had to resort to masturbation. It was an activity I performed only in situations where Kathy or I would be apart from one another for longer than a week. I would have to clean the linens before she returned home in two days. Lots of time.

I walked back into the bedroom and looked down. My penis had already deflated considerably and I saw my sock-shod feet and naked thighs. I was half-dressed in my bedroom with thoughts of my incestuous children still on my mind and no closer to a solution. Suddenly I felt like a man defeated by his own machinations, trapped from within. Where had I gone wrong?

In the game of life, no matter what, we are all pawns.



The Talk Ch. 04



Author's note: For those of you who are interested in those wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am stories, this probably isn't for you. This is for us high-brow literary types who actually appreciate a STORY- y'know, dialogue, narrative, intellectual challenges and stuff like that? No sex in this chapter, but plenty of discussion.

So, while no sex is depicted in this chapter, I should say that it does touch strongly on the topic of incest, which is not something that I, in any way, condone or approve of. This is ONLY a work of fiction and should be appreciated on that merit alone.

I hope you enjoy! And, rest assured, more WILL come (eventually).

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So there's this question that people often ask themselves: who counsels the counselor? Lawyers have their own lawyers. Surgeons, when need arises, certainly don't work on themselves. And, in keeping with that logic, psychologists get their own mental health treatment from other shrinks. At reduced rates, of course. Sometimes, I'll openly admit, for free- professional courtesy and all that, you see. Or maybe you don't. Think of it this way: if there is any sub-set of professionals in this world who absolutely NEED psychiatric assistance, it's a shrink with a long list of clients. I mean, after all, this is a guy whose job it is to be subjected to the most troubled individuals that society can muster on a daily basis. Cops deal with criminals. Shrinks deal with crazy people. When your clientele consists mostly of people with more neuroses than you can possibly imagine, you simply need someone to talk to, if only just to decompress. Naturally, the names of our clients aren't shared with our brothers-at-arms in the psychiatric industry, so rest assured that your privacy is still safe even when your head-doctor trots off to talk to his own shrink about your loo-loo of a life crisis. And, to be fair, we don't always talk about you folks- sometimes we earnestly DO have our own troubles to contend with that have absolutely nothing to do with our field of work.

And, yes, I most certainly DID have my own crisis to deal with. Boy, did I. I had discovered my son and daughter having sex in my son's bedroom. Not foreplay, not innocent petting or experimentation. No. My kids were going at it like... I believe Shakespeare described it best as "making the beast with two backs." I was at a loss for what to do. Of course I split them up and somehow managed to convince them NOT to screw each other anymore, but I had painted myself into a corner in doing so. I had made it clear to both my son and daughter that I felt their mother should know about this new development and that I wanted to be the one to break it to her. I had foolishly convinced them (and, at the time, I even had myself half-convinced) that I would be able to keep her rational once I finally DID tell her.

Silly me.

I should have known better. I mean, this is my WIFE we're talking about here, not some silly tart who wouldn't be terribly missed if she didn't like the situation (and I had a feeling that Kathy, my wife, most definitely would NOT like the situation at all). I had built a life with this woman. I'd never lied to her or hid anything from her. Our marriage was one based on honesty, honor, faith, trust and courage. And, yet, there I was, shrinking away from the task I had set before myself, like some doggedly coward with his tail between his legs and at a total loss for direction.

A week went by, Kathy had been home for three days, and I still hadn't told her. The kids apparently held up their end of the bargain and refrained from pursuing each other sexually, but they'd also quietly approached me to see if I'd spoken with their mother yet. Each time that I told them no, they seemed sulky and disappointed. At first I thought their disappointment stemmed from the inconvenience of not being able to resume their affair, but I later realized that they were disappointed with ME and my cowardice. Sue even said as much.

"I don't look forward to it any more than you do, Dad, but you said that you'd tell her and you haven't said a word since she got back home. How long are you going to run away from this? How long are you going to force me and Dave to hide?"

Sadly, I hadn't an answer to any of her questions. All I could do was shrug my shoulders and assure her that I would eventually get around to it, "when the time is right." But that wasn't enough, not for them and not for me. Susan had been perfectly right in her veiled accusation: I was acting like a coward, and that wasn't like me at all. In the past I had always stood up and faced whatever challenge came my way, partly so that I could set an example for my kids and partly so that I could simply hold on to my own sense of dignity. And there I was, letting that crumble right in front of my eyes. I don't doubt that Kathy had begun to suspect that SOMETHING was off-kilter with me, but she'd avoided prodding or intruding on my privacy. She took it in stride and simply showed the same kind of patience and forbearance that I've come to expect from her over the years: she would wait until I was ready to talk to her. I could take advantage of that kind of patience for only so long until she would pin me down and ask me pointedly what was eating me up. And then, of course, I would HAVE to tell her.

Yes, indeed, I was in a hell of a pickle. So, I did the one thing I could think of at the time: I called my therapist, Dan Martin, to see if HE could give me an idea or two.

"Danny, I've got a problem," I said to the mouthpiece of my cell phone. I sat in my car, on the side of the road, a few miles away from my house. Kathy would have dinner ready in the next hour and I wanted to try and get my bearings before we started the family meal this evening. I had begun to feel the eyes of all my family members watching me closely and that night I just didn't want to feel like I was under a microscope anymore.

Dan replied with a small laugh. "Well," he said, "I'm guessing that you wouldn't call otherwise. How long has it been, Paul? A year, maybe more, since you last needed my services?"

I thought back a bit and agreed with him. "Yeah. About a year sounds right. It's a case, Danny. A whopper. And it's got me all turned around. I don't know what to tell my client or how to help him. I need a second brain on this one."

Dan was calm and relaxed, totally professional. "Tell me what you can," he said, his request a subtle indication that he would respect the patient-doctor privacy doctrine. He wouldn't ask for or even want names, which made it safer for me to divulge every detail of my problem without any worry of implication or loss of respect from my colleague.

"Well," I answered, "It's a really sensitive issue, one that I've never personally dealt with before. Incest."

There was a brief silence as Dan digested that and finally he said, "Mother-son?"

"No," I said flatly.

"Father-daughter?"

"I wish!" Then, immediately, I regretted those words and tried to cover it up. "With a parent-child situation, I've at least got the matter of control and trust issues to look at. History, unconscious sexual traumas, neuroses and other such things. No. With this, it's a lot less clear-cut."

Dan took in a deep, pensive breath. "Siblings."

"Bingo."

"How many years apart are they? And I'm assuming we're talking about a boy-girl dynamic, right? Same-sex sibling incest, I'll be honest, would be intriguing but WAY over my head. A lot of bears to wrestle there."

"No, it's a bother and sister affair. They're a year apart, the boy being the older one. The girl, though, appears to have been the initiator."

"I see," Dan said guardedly. "And which one came to you about this? The boy or the girl?"

I took a deep breath and paused to collect my nerve. "Neither. Their father discovered them... in flagrante delecto. In the boy's bedroom. He got home early from work, unexpectedly, and heard some sounds coming from his son's room. He went to investigate and heard everything."

"Ouch," Dan said sympathetically. "Did he catch them red-handed, in the act?"

"No, not quite," I answered for myself. "He didn't see anything until afterwards. He waited outside his son's doorway until they were done. When his daughter came out, she was nude. He told her to go to her room and wait for him there, so that they could talk. Then he told his son to wait while he talked to the girl. He saw them both naked, but didn't see them actually having sex. But what he heard was enough to give his imagination fuel for the next decade. The patient has mental images of his children burned in his head, imaginings and hallucinations, and that's been troubling him a great deal. Which is part of the problem. His other major concern is telling his wife. He's told his children that they were to avoid each other sexually on an indefinite basis so that he could tell his wife about the situation. The problem is, he hasn't said anything yet and it's been a week."

"Ahh," Dan said sagely. "And, doubtless, the wife has begun to suspect that SOMETHING is wrong, right?"

"Bingo again."

"All right. Let's table that issue for the moment. Right now, let's focus on the kids. Are they emotionally involved with each other or were they just exploring their sexual sides? In short: was this an isolated incident and he just happened to be there at the wrong time or has this been a regular thing? Did he ask about that?"

"He did," I said with an unseen nod. "It's happened eight times, as far as he knows. The daughter was apparently very cooperative when he questioned her. She said that it was a fairly recent development. Part convenience, part exploration and part... mutual assistance."

"Sounds like the kids knew what they were doing and why. Of course, that doesn't excuse it, but that's an advantage. If the kids did it without any previous knowledge of right and wrong, you'd have a long road ahead of you with this guy. I'd recommend that you interview the kids, in any case, but if they showed signs of ignorance, I'd almost demand it. For now, it's just a good idea, if only to get a better lay of the land, as it were."

"I've actually considered that already. The patient got a good bit of information on his own, which he relayed to me verbatim. But I guess interviewing the kids couldn't hurt. As it stands, there's a sort of holding-pattern over the house. The kids aren't having sex anymore, but the mother is growing more suspicious every day and my patient can't hold on to this secret indefinitely. He's worried that just keeping quiet about this will tear the family apart. Conversely, he's also worried that telling his wife would have the same result. He feels trapped by his situation."

"Well," Dan said, "not to sound harsh, but he DID kind of paint himself into a corner. If he'd simply demanded that the kids stop, period, then he'd be better off. Adding in the condition that they wait until he tells their mother complicates matters for him."

"Understatement and a half, Danny. The guy's twisting in the wind here. And I really don't know how to advise him. What do I tell him?"

Dan hummed over the phone as he thought about it for a few moments. "Well... you summed it up nicely by describing the situation now as a holding pattern. But that can't go on forever. He HAS to say something. Soon. Any indication on how the wife might react? Does he have any ideas?"

"He says that he knows her pretty well and that he doesn't think it'll go over very well, even though things have stopped. He's worried that she might call the cops."

"How worried?"

I bit my lip. "Not overly, but enough to consider it as a realistic possibility," I answered. "He doesn't think she'd willfully break up their family, but he knows that she can be somewhat mercurial and emotional, sometimes. He's set on telling her, but he doesn't know how or when. All he knows is that he SHOULD, that she deserves to know."

"Ahh," Dan mumbled to himself. "Hmm... let's see... how does your patient feel about all of this, particularly his kids? He's told you the facts and how he feels about telling his wife, but has he mentioned how he feels about the kids now?"

I closed my eyes and took another deep breath, then charged ahead. "On the one hand, he's extremely disappointed in them. He feels that he somehow failed them or didn't discipline them correctly in some way, even though there's never been this much concern for his kids before. In all other respects, they're model children, from what he's told me. Never had a problem before. On the other hand, he's feeling a little bit left out. He's since done some serious research on incest and its history, which he's told me about. I've back-checked it and he's right about everything. From all logical perspectives, incest isn't really a problem, intellectually speaking. The only real problem with the act itself, as far as he's concerned, is the legal aspects of it. He's actually sort of hopeful that, if his wife doesn't go off the deep end, the kids can be allowed to continue as long as they act responsibly like they would with any other sex partner."

I could almost HEAR Dan lean forward as he spoke into his phone at me. "You're kidding me!" he said with surprise. "He's actually FOR incest?!?"

"Dan," I said carefully, "if you did a full and in-depth investigation into it, you'd probably find yourself agreeing, as long as you can keep your mind open to the idea. It's pretty radical, but as long as the... subjects don't let things get out of hand or get caught, there's really no reason to stop them, except for comfort issues in the rest of the family dynamic. I'm telling you, Dan, it's a pretty mind-blowing thing, once you learn the reality of it. I, myself, am somewhat swayed by what I've learned. The only problem is the social conditioning."

"Paul!" he said in a stunned voice. "You've got kids of your own! How would YOU feel if you were in this man's place?!"

I sighed deeply. "I'm not sure, Dan," I said honestly. "I'm not sure. But, knowing what I know NOW, I'm fairly certain that I'd give it more thought than I would have a month ago." I decided to change the subject as quickly as I could, in order to get the focus off of me directly and back onto me INdirectly. "At any rate, there's more to this situation. Apparently, my patient has realized that he has a very real attraction to his own daughter, partly driven by this discovery and partly driven by other experiences of a more innocent nature- typical dad-daughter stuff, nothing racy. So... a very major part of his psyche is actually hoping that his wife will be receptive to the affair his children are having, in the hopes that he might be able to take a crack at his own daughter."

There was dead silence on the other end of the line for several long seconds.

"Danny?"

"Jesus," Dan gasped. "You weren't kidding when you said that you've got a whopper of a problem on your hands. Brother, I don't envy you one, tiny bit. I don't know what to tell you, either, man. But I'm inclined to agree with your patient: he SHOULD talk to his wife, the sooner the better. If he waits too long, the truth will come out later, in the wash, and it'll be that much more damaging to the whole family unit. If he clears the air NOW, with his wife, he can at least get that part over with and move on. It's a hell of a lot better than sitting around and carrying that weight on his shoulders, that's for sure."

"Yeah," I said glumly. I had hoped that Dan would be able to provide me with an alternative which would give me a clean out, but in the end, he was absolutely right. I just didn't want to admit it to myself. I needed to hear someone else say it, I guess. "Well, I'll put it to him like that and see what he says. The upshot is that he WANTS to tell her, he's just not sure what the outcome will be. Any ideas on how he should go about it?"

"Quickly and concisely," Dan said without a moment of hesitation. "Have him pull her off to the side and just get it over with. He might want to feel her out about the general topic of incest first, though, so that he can guage what her reaction might be and how to deal with it. Who knows? She might surprise him."

I felt my eyes brighten at that. I hadn't considered it. My mind clicked into high gear and, suddenly, a plan began to form in my head. "Well," I said, "like I said, I'll put it by him and encourage him to follow his gut. Thanks a lot, Danny. I guess I'd already come to the same conclusions you had, but I just needed to hear it from someone else."

"Hey, man," he said congenially, "that's what friends are for. Professional courtesy be damned, we're brothers at arms. When I send you my bill, feel free to add in a tip." He paused for a beat. "That was a joke, by the way. I'm glad I could help you out, man. Just be forewarned: you owe me one. Next time I need a second opinion, I'm gonna give you a call. Deal?"

I smiled at that. "That's a deal I can live with, mi amigo. Thanks again. And, now, I've got to go. Dinner's gonna be ready soon and Kathy's making pasta tonight. From scratch."

"Lucky man," Dan said. "Well, I'll let you go. Have a good night, buddy. And let me know how it all works out, will you? Professional curiosity and all that."

"Will do. Bye."

"Dinner was fantastic, honey," I told Kathy from my end of the dinner table. Kathy looked up at me and smiled winsomely while the kids quietly agreed. Dinner had been quiet and subdued and I noticed that the kids offered each other a lot of meaningful glances when they thought I wasn't looking. I suspect that Kathy might have noticed it, too, but she seemed to be so caught up in her own brooding mood that she probably wasn't inclined to comment on it. For the first time in a few days I actually ate like a normal man. I even had seconds, I was so relieved to finally have a plan and solid resolution in mind for this situation I was in.

I got up from the table and took my dirty dishes to the sink, rinsed them off and put them away in the dishwasher, more out of habit than a sense of duty. I knew that the kids, when they were done with their own meals, would follow suit. It wouldn't be long before the table would be cleared and dinner would be officially over. Sue, who sat opposite from where I stood by the kitchen sink, looked up at me with a blank expression on her face, like she was thinking to herself, but wasn't too sure of what she had in mind. I reached into my pocket and took out two twenty-dollar bills and set them in the middle of the table. "Kids, I hear that a new Will Smith movie has just hit the theaters. Wanna go see it? My treat."

Dave and Sue looked at each other in silent conversation and finally Dave palmed the money. "Sure, Dad. Thanks. I've actually been looking forward to seeing it. And, personally, it's been awhile since I've had some alone-time with my sis. Waddaya say, Sue? Wanna go or have you got a hot date tonight?" The smirk on his face was obvious as I rounded the table and winked meaningfully at my wife. We all knew that Sue didn't have a boyfriend or hot dates, for that matter.

"Gee, I dunno, Dave," Sue said as she leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms and began to inspect her fingernails lazily. "I mean, I HAD a pretty hot date tonight, but I guess I could break it. Though, the entire football team will be awfully disappointed."

"Susaaaan," Kathy chided.

Sue giggled playfully. "Just kidding, Mom. Sure, Dave. How can I pass up a chance to see a Will Smith movie? You get the times and I'll go get ready." She glanced at me. "Thanks, Daddy." She came over and kissed me on the cheek and hugged me. When her lips were right next to my ear, she whispered, "Points for finesse, but you lacked subtlety." She stepped back and eyed her brother. "Give me ten minutes."

Dave wolfed down the remains of his dinner in record time and was on the phone before Sue returned to the dining room. Thankfully, she hadn't changed into anything risque and looked like a normal, beautiful teenaged girl. Dave hung up the phone and glanced at his sister with approval. "The movie starts in twenty minutes. If we leave now, we can just make it and probably even catch the previews."




The Talk Ch. 04



Sue held up her purse and then pointed in the direction of the back doorway. "Tally ho, let's go, bro!"

They left quickly and finally Kathy and I were alone in the house. She still sat at the dinner table, her dinner unfinished in front of her, and looked at me with a calculating gaze. Finally, she said, "All right, Paul. Give. What's been eating at you?"

I reclaimed my seat at the dinner table, at the other end opposite from her, and said, "I guess it was too much for me to hope that you wouldn't notice the funk I've been in, huh?"

"Oh, I wouldn't say it would've been too much," Kathy said guardedly, "but it was definitely unrealistic. I noticed it the first night I got home. Is it money? Are we in some sort of trouble?"

I shook my head. "No, money isn't a problem, but I'll hazard a guess at saying that, yes, we're probably in trouble."

"What kind of trouble?" she asked with concern. In that brief pause, real worry crossed her features and she asked, "It isn't medical is it?"

Again, I shook my head. "No, it's not medical. Honey, rather than play Twenty Questions all night long, just pipe down and let me get this out. Okay?"

Kathy nodded respectfully. "All right. Start when you're ready and I'll keep quiet until you're through. Whatever it is, I'm sure we can figure it out."

I valiantly stifled a laugh at that, but part of me dearly hoped that she was right. I took a long, deep breath and asked, "Remember that talk we all had a few weeks ago, back when Dave told us about his experimental use of dope? The weird talk afterwards, with the kids?"

Kathy closed her eyes as she searched her memory for a second or two and then opened them as she nodded. "Incest. Yes, I remember it."

"Good. Okay. Now... that night we all sort of explored the technical and intellectual aspects of the topic, but none of us ever really talked about how it made us feel, did we?"

Again, Kathy closed her eyes to review her memory and shook her head. "No, I guess we didn't. Does this have something to do with Sue's tick incident? Are you... have you got... feelings for our daughter?"

I held my hand up in a halting motion. "One thing at a time, Kathy, Please. Bear with me here. First I need to know how that talk made you feel. Honestly. Let's table everything else for a moment and just focus on that. Please?"

Kathy narrowed her eyes at me. I could tell that she wanted an answer to her question, and she definitely deserved an answer, but before we could progress I felt that I needed to find out where her head was at on the whole topic of incest in general. The important thing was NOT my attraction to our daughter, but the fact that our kids were fucking each other under our noses- and that was something Kathy still had no clue about, something she needed to know, more than anything else. She could see the seriousness in my eyes and somehow realized that her question, while important, was the least of my concerns at that time, so she relented and allowed me to keep the floor. "Okay," she capitulated and then paused. "How did I feel about it? While I can understand the intellectual reasons FOR it, I can't honestly say that I approve of it. You, of all people, should know that there would be all kinds of psychological backlash in a situation like that. If we're talking about our family, I'm pretty sure that things would adjust in a healthy way, but there'd still be... changes, and I really don't think I'd welcome those changes with open arms." She crossed her arms across her chest and said, "You ARE attracted to Sue, aren't you?"

"Kathy," I said, "PLEASE. Can you just let me get through this my way and not bulldoze the conversation? There's more at play here than you can imagine."

"Well," Kathy said haughtily and obviously annoyed to be rebuffed, "get to it, then. What could be MORE important than you wanting to bring incest into the family, huh?"

I controlled my breathing then, closed my eyes and counted down from ten to regain my equilibrium. When I was sure that I had found my center again, I looked at her and said, "For starters, I never said that I WANT to bring it into the family. Secondly, it doesn't matter because it's already here."

Kathy almost jumped out of her chair in sudden anger and slammed her palms down on the dinner table, which made her dinner plate and silverware bounce loudly from the impact. "WHAT?! GOD DAMN IT, PAUL! YOU BASTARD!"

I held up my hands quickly in a defensive posture. "WHOA! Hold on! NOT me, okay? It's Sue and Dave, honey. The KIDS!"

Kathy's mouth snapped shut, as though she'd just been kicked in the gut, and slumped back in her chair, her face a study in stunned surprise. "what?" she whispered.

Certain that I now had her full attention, I told her everything about the day that I discovered our kids having sex. A few times in the middle of the story, Kathy gasped out loud and even started to cry, but she held her tongue and waited for me to finish. I told her about my reluctance to tell her, about how confused I felt over the whole situation and how I wasn't totally certain that our kids would actually go to the movies tonight or make off for a hotel room- $40 would be just enough to rent a room for the night or even a few hours and both kids were certainly smart enough to pull it off without a hitch. "I'm SO sorry I didn't tell you sooner, honey," I said, "but PLEASE consider how twisted I've been feeling inside over this! I don't think either one of us wants to break up the family, as I already told you. SOMETHING has to be done and decided about this and I need your help."

Kathy threw her hands up in the air in frustration, caught up in the heat of her emotions. "So what do you propose, *honey*? Just let them continue fucking each other, maybe? Or- or, I know! We can join in the fun! What do you say, stud? I've seen the way you look at her. And I've definitely seen the way that she looks at-"

"STOP IT!" I shouted at her. The abruptness of my own voice surprised even me and we both sat at the dinner table as the silence engulfed us. After a few moments of a shared, stunned silence, I spoke in softer tones. "Kathy, we can't afford to lose our heads over this. The kids are pretty much adults now. Both are over 18 and Sue's about to graduate from high school. They're starting to make decisions for themselves as grown-ups. We can either help them or hinder them. But we have to decide NOW. And we have to be united in whatever we decide. I've been beating my head against the wall for a week trying to figure this out and, sweetheart, I CAN'T do it alone. HELP me. Please. But don't shout at me."

Kathy rested her head in her hands and sobbed for a moment. I wanted to stand up, go to her and hold her, but for some reason I remained glued to my seat. Something within me made it very clear that Kathy had to struggle through her emotions alone on this one, that she had to find her own way out of the confusion. I waited quietly, patiently and lovingly until, finally and mercifully, the love of my life looked up at me with stern resolution set into her features and her posture straight. "Okay," she said with a shaky voice. "Okay. What are our options here?" The storm had passed a lot quicker than I'd expected.

I shook my head and shrugged. "I don't really know," I answered honestly. "For now, the kids aren't doing anything- at least, not that *I* know about. So I've bought us a brief respite, but I don't know how long that'll last."

Kathy nodded in agreement, a clear sign that she was now coming out of her confusion and thinking about the problem more collectedly. "To say nothing of the fact that they're teenagers. If they WANT to continue doing this, they will, no matter what we say."

"Right. What's more is, if we give them any ultimatums or flat-out denials, they'll more than likely rebel. We've got a very thin wire to walk on here, hon, and if we're not careful, the whole family could fall apart within weeks or even days."

"Are you saying we should let them continue?"

"I don't know," I answered. "Yes. No. Maybe, with certain conditions affixed. I honestly don't know. All I DO know is what my training as a psychologist is telling me and it's saying that we're holding a hot potato right now."

"All right," Kathy said reasonably. "Let's go through the options, one at a time. What happens if we say no?"

"They won't be happy about it," I said quickly. "Sue will probably understand our reasons and accept it, but she'll end up resenting us for it. Dave might get angry and feel like we're trying to control his life."

"And he'd be right!" Kathy said hotly.

I leveled a calming gaze at my wife. "Honey, Dave doesn't feel any better about the situation than we do. Don't forget that. He doesn't WANT to break up the family, but he's on the path to becoming his own man and he will and SHOULD defend his right to make his own choices- even if they're the wrong ones. He'd get upset over the principle of the matter, not the fact of it."

Sufficiently chided, Kathy nodded glumly in agreement. "I know," she said more softly. "I'm just... pissed, I guess. I never saw this coming, Paul. Not in a million years. But I guess, after that talk we all had, I probably SHOULD have."

"Don't you think I've felt the same way?" I asked. "I've probably asked myself a thousand times what we might have done wrong or how we might have failed them. I wracked my brain for DAYS on that one and you know what? I couldn't think of a single thing we did wrong for and with them. In all other respects, honey, our kids are terrific. All things considered, we're lucky to have them. Maybe this thing is like some sort of parenthood karma- something HAS to go wrong with kids, in one way or another, and maybe THIS situation is it. They're perfect in every other way but this one. But you know what else? In a way, I'd rather it be THIS than a drug overdose or vehicular manslaughter, y'know?"

Kathy sighed heavily. "I know. I guess I just let it get out of perspective. Kids eventually end up breaking laws, sure. But why THIS law, of all the laws in the land, Paul? Why THIS one?"

I shook my head. "I don't know, sweetheart, but at least no one's life is in danger. No matter what, I have GOT to keep that in the back of my mind."

"All right," she said. "So we run the risk of alienating our kids if we forbid them from doing this anymore. And what about allowing them to go on? What happens then?"

"Well, Sue's taking birth control and neither of them has been too terribly sexually active, so the risk of STD's is pretty low. They'd probably enjoy the hell out of it, but that leaves us in a strange situation. I mean, honey, imagine waking up at night to the sound of our kids fucking each other. And, believe me, they CAN get pretty loud."

Kathy visibly shuddered at the idea and closed her eyes in order to concentrate. "Ugh," she said finally. But she sneaked a look at me. "But what about you?" she asked. "Can YOU deal with it?"

I frowned at that question. I hadn't yet told her of the masturbation session I had immediately after I got done talking with the kids. I don't think I ever intended to because, frankly, I felt too damned guilty over it. "Well," I said slowly, "as long as you're there with me, I'm sure we can come up with a few ideas on how to drown out the sounds of it. Hmm?"

Kathy rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Are you kidding me, Paul? If we have sex while our kids are doing the same thing with each other just down the hall, I'm not sure I'd be able to concentrate, let alone ENJOY myself." She put a hand to her forehead and sighed dejectedly. "Oh, God, I can't believe I just said that. Ghah! I can't believe we're actually *entertaining* this idea!"

I got up and sat next to her, where Susan had been seated during dinner, and held her hand in mine. "Okay. So neither staunch denial nor heartfelt approval will work. That leaves us with conditional acceptance. They can do it, but there's got to be rules for them to follow. I've already got some ideas, but I'd like to hear yours first." When I laced my fingers with her own our eyes met and I offered as supportive a look as I could muster. This was not going to be easy for either of us, but we were agreed that it was at least better than losing our family altogether.

"Not while we're here," she said readily.

"Agreed. Too distracting, too weird and too creepy. Next?"

"They've got to pursue other people," she suggested. "Sex with each other shouldn't be considered a long-term thing. THAT isn't healthy."

I thought about it for a minute. That stipulation, while noble at its core, would probably cause some waves in the future. "I'm not sure that would go over well," I hedged. "How about... we *encourage* them to date other people and start other relationships? We can't guarantee that they'll find their life mates, but we should help to foster a belief that they CAN. If we force them to date other people, that might impair their own emotional growth later on. They need to WANT to do that rather than be driven into it. I mean... if we force them to see other people, their relationships outside the family might end up BEING forced and they could end up becoming emotionally remote or even reclusive once they get out on their own."

Kathy frowned at that, but she nodded. "I don't like it, but you're right. Okay. We *encourage* them to pursue other people." She nodded towards me. "Okay. Your turn. What ideas have you got?"

"I'd like to get Sue on something more reliable than pills for birth control. If she has ANY deviation in taking those pills, we run the risk of them having a kid. And while the hard data on brother-sister offspring seems to be a lot less dangerous than is widely believed, I'd rather not have to face that possibility right now. For starters, I'm not ready to be a grandpa yet and I'm pretty sure that the kids aren't ready for children of their own, either one of their own making or with someone else."

Kathy nodded agreeably. "I can get behind that. I'll make an appointment for her to get a Depo shot later this week. Hell, that's a good idea ANYWAY, regardless of the reason for it. Next?"

"If they're going to do it, they should do it here and ONLY here."

"What?"

"Listen," I countered quickly, "it makes sense. What if they get caught doing it somewhere else outside the house? Trouble abounds. If they do it here, they at least don't have to worry about prying eyes or accidental discoveries from their peers, other adults or Johnny Law."

"Yeah," Kathy rejoined, "but what about accidental discoveries from US? Paul, I'm not sure how I'd react if I saw them actually doing it."

"Wait until you see Dave's equipment, you might change your tune," I said and quickly regretted it when I saw Kathy's face go pale. "Sorry. I spoke before thinking about that."

Kathy exhaled heavily and nodded soberly. "Just caught me by surprise, that's all," she said as she regained her composure. "But that still doesn't address my concern: what if we catch them at it again, even IF we're supposed to be out of the house? Didn't that technique fail once already?"

"Yeah, but in that instance, *I* didn't know what was going on. If I had, I'd have stayed out of the house." I tapped the dinner table thoughtfully as I considered the problem and then snapped my fingers when an idea came to me. "We can set up some sort of simple signal," I said. "A sign or moving a piece of furniture in some obvious way. Or maybe they can just say, 'Hey, Mom, Dad? Would you mind giving us some privacy for a few hours?' or something like that."

Kathy rubbed her forehead again and moaned. "Oh, God, that would take some getting used to. But, okay, I can accept that, provided we don't end up staying OUT of the house more than inside it. And they might as well be up front about it and make a verbal request for some privacy. We CAN be adult about this, I guess."

There was a brief silence for a moment as we let it all sink in. "So we're agreed about this?" I asked a few seconds later. "They can continue to... oh, hell... fuck each other... as long as they follow our rules?"

Kathy blushed slightly at the use of my word "fuck", but didn't object to it. I figure that we might as well call a spade a spade and just get used to the idea, as absurd as it seemed: our kids have been and will continue to BE fucking each other. Get over it and move on. "Yeah. I guess so," she answered.

"Okay," I said and relaxed some. The decision had finally been made, which was a far sight better than when we had started this talk. "Now... who's going to tell them?" I asked.

"Both of us," Kathy said immediately. "As soon as they get home, we'll set them down and talk it out." Then she leaned back and pulled her hand away from mine. "And now we have another matter to discuss," she said.

I blinked at her. "We do?"

"Yes. Your attraction to our daughter. How deep does it run?" she asked bluntly.

I was again silent for several long seconds as I searched myself for an honest answer. "Pretty deeply, I guess," I said and added hurriedly, "I am STILL madly in love with you, honey. I AM! I just... damn. If you'd seen what I saw the other day, I don't think you'd be able to deny it. She's just... hot. I can't get her body out of my mind. I'm sorry. I am. I'm sick for wanting her, but I do, I won't lie to you. But wanting and having are two different things. We've been faithful to each other all these years and I won't ruin that, not for all the money in the world."

Kathy smiled. "Who's offering you money, honey?" she asked rhetorically. "Okay. Thank you for being honest with me. And I appreciate your resistance to this sick, depraved, unhealthy, wanton, twisted desire to fuck our daughter." She said this while wearing a huge grin on her face, relishing the fact that she had me under her thumb.

Meanwhile, my eyes bugged out of my head and my jaw flew open at her words. "JESUS! Kathy!"

"Have you jacked off to the image of her in your head yet?" she asked, again bluntly, like her words were razor-sharp knives, pointed and precise.

I had to look away, anywhere my eyes could focus other than my wife, right then, would have been a welcome sight. However, I couldn't answer right away. How did she know? I asked myself. Was she just shooting in the dark or simply playing with me? SHOULD I answer her? Then I realized that my lack of answer was answer enough. I looked down at my hands shamefacedly. "Yeah. Once," I said quietly.

"That's not good, Paul."

"Believe me, I know. And, trust me, if you'd been around I would've thrown the most powerful fuck into your beautiful body that you could imagine."

"While thinking of our daughter," Kathy pointed out quickly. I started to reply, but found that I had no argument against it- she was right. Kathy softened considerably then. "Listen, it's okay. I understand. I don't necessarily LIKE it, but I can definitely understand it. You saw something that probably blew more than a few circuits. You needed to get it out of your system or go insane from it. But that can't go on, Paul. It'll be hard enough knowing that our kids are fucking each other, but throwing in your own desire to do the same with Susan would just be too much for me. For starters, I'd feel damned jealous. Secondly, I'd feel very unpretty. Thirdly, I'd probably feel very left out."

That surprised me. "Left out?"

"Well, sure," Kathy said. "I mean, there you'd be, with your object of desire, our daughter, while I'd just be sitting around the house with no one to lust after on my own."

I blinked at her for a moment. "What, I'm suddenly not the stud I used to be?"

"Oh, it's not that," my wife said with a wave of her hand, "but it certainly wouldn't be fair, would it? You've not only got a healthy attraction to Susan, but you've seen her naked and you've seen her pussy not once but twice. Meanwhile, I haven't seen David naked since he was in kindergarten. Not exactly fair, is it?"




The Talk Ch. 04



It was my turn to say, "I can't believe we're talking about this," as I held my head in my palms. Kathy just laughed lightly at my consternation. After a moment, I looked up at her and said, "So, what? You want to see him naked and call it even?"

Kathy shrugged indifferently. "Not exactly," she said. "I mean, it's not something I've really considered before, but you made a joke a few minutes ago, about how I might change my mind about seeing them have sex if I actually got to see Dave's dick. You're the one who convinced me that there is always a grain of truth to every joke, no matter how silly or absurd it might be. So, let's just say that you've piqued my curiosity with that half-truth of yours. And it WOULD be only fair, wouldn't it?"

I swallowed hard at that and choked out, "I guess so."

Kathy just waved it off, though, and said, "Well, it's not like I can just demand that David drop his pants the minute he gets home, just so you and I can be even, so it's pointless to think about it. That wouldn't be fair to HIM. I was just pointing out that your attraction to Susan, while understandable, is somewhat imbalanced, since I don't have my own extermal attraction to focus on and fuck you silly with."

At that point, I put my palms flat down on the table and took a deep, long breath. "Okay," I said. "Hold it. If we go on like this, we'll end up half-convinced that the kids are getting the better end of the stick here and not us and then we'll try to horn in on their own action, which I think would be going WAY too far."

Kathy relented and said, "Okay. Agreed. We don't want to go there. At least, not yet." I cocked a surprised eyebrow at her. "Oh, come on, Paul. At SOME point we'll have to think about it and either face it or run away from it. But I agree that now is probably not the time." She glanced over at the clock on the kitchen stove and looked back at me. "The kids should be home soon," she said. "I'm going to clean up the kitchen." She stood up to do exactly that.

I rose with her and said, "I'll help."

"No," she said quickly. "I think I need a few minutes to myself, to sort this stuff out in my own head while we've still got a chance. I'll let you know when the kids get here, okay?"

I studied her carefully, saw that she was serious and nodded understandingly. "Very well," I said. I stepped forward and hugged her closely. "We'll deal with this," I said. "Together."

"I know."

"I love you," I told her.

"I know," she said again, this time with a heavy sigh. "I love you, too."

We parted and I kissed her gently, lovingly. "All right. I'll leave you alone for a bit."

Let the games begin, I told myself as I left my wife alone in the kitchen.



The Talk Ch. 05



Author's note: I'd like to thank everyone who's been sending me feedback and comments on this series. Even though I don't normally resond to them, I DO read them all and really appreciate the interest in my story. I'm not sure how long it'll last or where, exactly, it'll ultimately lead, but I fully expect that things will get more and more erotic with the passing of each new chapter (Lord only knows it has in THIS one!). Please keep the comments coming and, if you have a mind to, place them in the Public Comments section so that everyone can see them as well as myself.

The normal disclaimer still applies (now, more so than ever!): while this work of FICTION centers solely on the act of incest, I do not, in any way, condone or support incest as a real-life practice. It is illegal and troublesome for all parties involved. Do not mistake any ideas presented here as my own; they are simply there for the sake of the story and your entertainment.

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The Talk: Chapter 05

So I had finally told my wife, Kathy, that our children were having sex with one another. To my surprise, she took the news a lot better than I'd expected. I was sure that she'd blow her lid, and I guess she did at first, but after a very thorough discussion, she calmed down and, even more surprisingly, agreed that letting the kids continue with their tryst would be okay- with a few provisions, of course. Just before this discussion, I'd sent the kids out to go see a movie, so that Kathy and I could talk in relative peace and quiet. By the time our talk was over, though, Kathy decided that she wanted some time to be alone and work through some thoughts of her own. With total understanding, I let her be until the kids came back home, when we had agreed that we would tell the kids what we'd decided. While Kathy was busy in the kitchen and brooding, I went back to my private office to do some thinking on my own.

So much has changed in such a short period of time. I couldn't quite make out how I felt about the whole situation. On the one hand, I felt amazingly okay and calm. On the other hand, however, I was scared out of my wits. I know, from personal experience, that sex is a very intimate and binding thing between two people who already have a close relationship. And no matter HOW well-adjusted the partners may be, there are always strings and emotional vagaries attached. My kids have always had a very healthy, loving, solid relationship as siblings. Even without this brand new dynamic in their relationship, they're very close. To add sex into the mix, I was almost certain, would strengthen their bond in a way that society wouldn't approve of. Kathy, I felt, was deluding herself in thinking that the kids could be convinced, later in life, to pursue romantic relationships with other people outside the family, but I'd have to give her time to work that out on her own instead of coming off like the bad guy. She'd have to get used to seeing the kids together, as a couple first, before I can even help her entertain the notion that their coupling might very well be a long-term thing, possibly permanent. Then there was the whole problem of my own attraction to Susan, my daughter. What did that mean now, now that Kathy and I were committed to accepting incest into our family home? I was fairly certain that Sue, who is as smart as they come, was aware of my hidden lust for her- she HAD to have been, even though she hadn't explicitly brought it up in conversation. When she and her brother resumed their sexual adventures, would she feel like she'd been given tacit permission to direct her charms in my direction as well? What's more is, would I be able to resist even her half-assed attempts to seduce me? Would I WANT to resist her?

Upon close and careful reflection I had to admit that, no, I didn't want to refuse my daughter, should she throw herself at me. Part of me was extraordinarily frightened of that prospect while another, much more insistent part of me thrilled at it.

And now Kathy knew about it, which was probably worse than anything else.

What to do? I asked myself. I love my wife dearly. She's the very center of my soul and I am absolutely devoted to her. I could no more think of my life without her in it than I could imagine the sky without a sun. And, yet, there I was in my office, wondering how long it would be before all the walls of propriety would finally break down and I'd end up fucking my gorgeous daughter. How would it happen? When? Would THAT be the final, devastating blow to the family, the thing to definitively break us up? Would Kathy, the woman I love, ever forgive me or would she finally call the cops?

Then an idea occurred to me: what if I somehow got David to try his hand at seducing her? Would he go for it? Certainly! While Sue is incredibly sexy, Kathy is even more so! How many men in the past had taken lingering looks at my wife while we were out? Hundreds, easily, and all of them covering the full gamut of ages from late teens to early fifties. Hell, maybe it wouldn't be that difficult to convince David after all. Would THAT put us all on even ground?

I sat at my desk, placed my head in my hands and groaned with guilt. How could I think such a thing?

There was a soft rapping at my office door. "Honey?" my wife called through it. "David's car just pulled up. The kids are home. It's... time."

I sat up and quickly collected myself as I rose from my desk. I looked around the office as though it would be the last time I'd ever see it in that way, like everything in my world was about to be turned upside down and even my inner-sanctum-sanctorum would be cast into a weird sort of alternate reality. With a heavy breath, I went to the door and opened it to face my wife. "Are you ready for this?" I asked her.

Kathy pursed her lips for a fraction of a second and then nodded. "As ready as I'll ever be, I guess. Come on. Let's get this over with and just move on with our lives, okay?"

I held her chin and kissed her briefly on the lips. "Together, always and forever," I told her, repeating a very important part of our wedding vows.

"Soul, heart and mind," she finished, the expected reply. "Together." She smiled thinly and grabbed my hand for reassurance.

We walked into the kitchen and waited for the kids to come in. It wasn't a long wait. We heard them at the door when they walked in, and I noted that they were particularly quiet. David walked through the kitchen entrance first with his sister close behind him. He looked at us with placid, curious eyes but said nothing.

It was Susan, the more vocal of the two, who spoke first. "Did you tell her, Dad?"

Kathy replied for me. "He did," she said. "Sit down, you two. We've got some things to say."

Sue and David looked at each other in apprehensive silence for a few seconds and then David took a seat opposite his mother while Susan sat opposite from me. "When do I move out?" David asked promptly.

"You don't, you lughead," I said blandly. "Stop trying to bear the weight of the world on your shoulders for a few minutes, kiddo, and listen. Cool?"

David's mouth sealed shut and he simply nodded.

Kathy just jumped right into it. "All right, here's the deal, kids. Your father and I have decided to allow this, but we've got some rules we want you to follow. First, when you do it, you do it here and here ONLY, in the house and away from prying eyes. I don't care who you're out with or where you are out there, ANYONE could accidentally trip over you and that person could be someone we know. Secondly, when you do it, here at the house, you have the courtesy to ask us to leave FIRST. It's going to be hard enough for us to adjust to this concept, as it stands, and hearing the two of you going at it like two sex-crazed kids, which is precisely what you are, would be unbearable for us right now-"

"Right now?" Sue repeated. "Is that to say that at some point in the future you'll be comfortable enough with the situation to overhear us having sex?"

Kathy closed her eyes for a second at the blunt way our daughter had put it, but she didn't lose her composure. "At this point, I'm not willing to commit to anything beyond the rules we're setting down here. Don't push, young lady, and don't make this harder than it has to be, or I can assure you that we'll just call the whole thing off. Understood?"

Sue narrowed her eyes for a brief moment, as though she had some choice words on the matter, but buttoned her lip and nodded. "Yes, Mother. Please continue."

"Thank you," Kathy said tersely. "Now... rule number three: we want you to understand that, while we agree with the true facts of incest, we don't necessarily think a protracted relationship of this nature is healthy. As such, we would like to see the two of you make a concerted effort to get out and date other people more frequently. We won't make it a condition that you MUST date other people," she said as she glanced at me warily, a sign that she didn't like that point, "but we would like you to at least TRY. The last condition is solely for Susan," my wife said as she looked squarely at our daughter. "Since this was all your idea in the first place, we're making YOU responsible for the birth control. I've already scheduled an appointment tomorrow with your gynecologist. We're getting you on the Depo shot. The first injection will be paid for by us, since we're the ones who're actively allowing you kids to break the law, but from then on it will be your responsibility to get any subsequent injections. Understood?"

"Perfectly," Sue said.

There was a quiet pause as all of us let the impact of what we'd all decided finally sink in. The kids glanced at each other nervously, but made no move towards one another, while Kathy and I secretly held hands under the table and held on for dear life. Was what we'd decided the right choice? Would it keep the family safe enough? Would all of us be able to handle such a drastic change? Those questions kept circling around in my head, like a vulture looking for mental prey.

"Can I ask a question?" Sue finally said.

"Sure, Kitten," I said with a nod.

"While David and I aren't exactly in love with each other, we DO have feelings for one another. I mean, we love each other the way any brother and sister would and should, but there's this new... dynamic to it, I guess. How do you guys feel about kissing and light petting and things like that? Like... flirtation?"

Kathy and I looked at each other in surprise. We hadn't considered that. "Examples?" I asked when I looked back at my daughter.

Susan then turned, grabbed her brother by both cheeks and proceeded to kiss him quite thoroughly. David, for his part, went ram-rod straight with surprise but, a second or two later, seemed to relax into it and enjoyed the unexpected buss. Kathy and I just stared on in shock at this most astounding display and the kids' hands began to gently caress each other's hair, backs and cheeks. I found myself instantly erect and damned envious while, I'm sure, Kathy had been affected rather profoundly as well. Finally, their lips parted and Sue looked once again every bit as professional as ever. "Maybe not THAT hot a kiss, but something close to it," she supplied.

"Um..." I swallowed hard, but pressed on. "You're right: that might be a bit overboard, but I don't find any problem with a kiss every once in a while, Just... keep it... decent, please." I looked at my wife. "Kathy?"

Kathy just opened and closed her mouth like a fish starved for water. I nudged her and repeated her name again and she finally snapped out of it. "Christ!" she breathed. Her cheeks were flushed and I could feel her pulse had quickened as we still held hands. I also noticed that her grip had gotten considerably tighter. She regained her composure and stammered out, "Y-yes. I g-g-guess that'd be okay, like he said, though, keep it civil. Please."

"May I say something?" David asked after he got his breath from the incredible kiss he'd just shared with his sister.

"Shoot, son," I said.

He seemed to fidget for a second and then said, "Well... seems to me that what's good for the goose ought to be good for the gander."

I blinked at him in slight confusion. "I'm not following you."

"Well," he shrugged, "if we've got to ask for permission just to have sex then I think it's fair that you should, too. And, not to put too fine a point on it, but it's not like we're incapable of keeping things quiet, y'know. We CAN keep our voices down. I just think... well... it's kinda unreasonable to ask that of us. I mean, YOU guys don't tell US when you're about to have sex, but I can assure you that we've heard you plenty of times over the years." At that, I glanced at my wife and we both probably wore the same surprised expression. "Listen," Dave continued, "even though I've never actually SEEN you two going at it, I can tell you exactly what each sound you make means and what is likely to come after it. My room is closer to yours than Sue's is, so I've often heard everything- more than I probably had a right to."

"You never said anything about it before," Kathy pointed out. "Does it make you feel uncomfortable?"

David blushed just the slightest bit. "Well... to be honest, no, it doesn't. It actually... uh... kinda turned me on." The look on his face was the kind of look that anyone would make after admitting something not only extremely embarrassing but also potentially controversial, guilty and goofy at the same time. "But, the point is... if I've had to listen to you, and I'm sure that Sue's gotten an earful a few times, too, then I think it's only fair that you should run the risk of overhearing us every once in a while. YOU don't give us any warning and, frankly, I think it's kinda rude for you to ask that of us."

"I agree," Susan declared. "It smacks of hypocrisy."

Well, THAT was certainly unexpected. I had thought it was a perfectly reasonable request, but now that the kids had pointed it out, I found myself somewhat agreeing with them: it DID seem a bit hypocritical. Kathy, however, wasn't yet ready to give it up. At least, not without an argument. "Kids, it's different with us. We're your parents. And we're married. We have the right to make love whenever we want to. We're still in love with each other and it's only natural for us to express that to one another whenever the... urge arises."

Susan scoffed at that. "Oh, come ON, Mom. It's not that and you know it. You're just worried that if you see us or overhear us, you'll get turned on and maybe want to join in!"

It was as though my daughter had dropped the verbal equivalent of a nuclear bomb on the kitchen table when she said that. Kathy and I were both, again, stunned to stone silence at that accusation. The damnable trouble was that Susan, bright as any certified genius dead or living, had called it perfectly right. My wife locked her eyes on Susan's and said, "So what if you're right? Is there anything really wrong with that fear?"

Susan huffed in exasperation and crossed her arms challengingly. "Hell yes, there is. Listen, Mom, for the last week David and I have honored Dad's request to stay away from each other sexually until he got the nerve to tell you about us. For seven days the two of us have been forced to make exceptions in OUR lives for the sake of HIS fear. And here you are, asking us to do the same thing. You're telling us all KINDS of things with that condition. You're saying that you don't trust us to be discrete, you're saying that you want to keep tabs on our sexual habits, you're saying that you're not REALLY ready to face the fact that my brother and I are having a sexual relationship and that at the first sign of it you'll leave the house so that you won't HAVE to face it in fact. If I felt that it'd do any good, I'd throw David on the floor right here and now and screw him right in front of you, if only just to force you guys to accept the reality of our situation!"

David emitted a small "eep!" as soon as he heard that suggestion and imperceptibly shifted his body so that he could make a fast retreat just in case she decided to go ahead with it anyway. I just held my hand up and said, "THAT won't be necessary, Kitten. Not for me, at least."

"What's THAT supposed to mean?" Kathy cut in.

I glanced at my wife. "Well... like I told you, honey, I'VE already overheard them AND seen the end results of their last session. I've got enough mental imagery in my head to last me a lifetime. You, on the other hand, are equipped only with second-hand knowledge. She has a point, sweetheart: that rule DOES sort of indicate that you're not prepared to own up to the reality of this... thing. And until you DO face up to it or are put in a situation where you have no choice but to face it, you won't ever really acknowledge that it's happening. Out of sight, out of mind. It's called co-dependent denial. You ask others to help you deny or ignore the truth."

"I am NOT co-dependent," Kathy stated flatly and glared at me like I had somehow betrayed her in front of the kids.

"I'm not saying that you ARE, honey," I said soothingly, "but this rule IS."

Kathy threw her hands up into the air in resignation and sighed. "Fine," she groused. "Okay. Fuck each other whenever you want, I don't care. Just try to keep it down."

Susan softened her stance a little, now that she had gained this small victory over her mother (with my help), and said, "Mom..." Kathy looked up to her blankly. "Listen, we're not trying to turn the house into some sort of depraved brothel, okay? David and I have opened up a new dimension in our relationship as brother and sister, but aside from that, nothing else has really changed." She paused for a moment in thought and then went on. "Last year, back when you and I discussed getting me on birth control, we talked about sex, remember?" Kathy nodded slowly, not sure where this was going. "Well, do you remember what you told me? You said, and I quote, 'Sex and making love are very similar to each other, but they're not the same thing. People have sex all the time and sometimes don't feel a thing for each other. Making love is something different and more special than just sex. Sex is fun where making love fills you up completely in ways that sex alone can't.' You said that, Mom. What David and I are doing, Mom, is part sex and part making love, because we DO love each other, even though we aren't IN love with each other. We're all adults here now, Mom and Dad, and we're just asking you to treat us like adults. We're not going to be screwing each other from the rafters, but when one or both of us finds that we need or want the release, we'd like to be able to do that without clearing it with you first. I mean, would you ask any OTHER couple to do that?"

Kathy sighed a bit more calmly now and shook her head. "No, I guess I wouldn't." She took another breath and said, "It's just... nothing could have prepared me for this, kids. It's... difficult for me to adjust."

Susan looked at her brother for a moment, who returned her gaze. They had an unspoken conversation, I could tell, and Susan was asking her brother to trust her at that moment. David subtly nodded to her and let her take the lead, as she has always done in the past. "Mom, I think it might do you a world of good to watch David and I be together, just once, so that you can see for yourself that what we're doing isn't harmful." She gently caressed her brother's forearm. "He's amazingly good to me and treats me right. I think, at your very core, that's what has you more worried than anything else." Kathy started to object, but Susan held up a halting hand. "Let me finish, please, before you say no out of hand. David and I will do this regardless of what you guys say. That's a hard thing to admit, but it's the truth. We ENJOY each other. A lot. Probably as much as you and Dad enjoy each other, I'd guess. At some point you're going to HAVE to own up to that and just get over it. David, I hope, doesn't have anything to hide and I certainly don't, not after that tick incident, not from you."




The Talk Ch. 05



"Well you certainly did a good enough job of hiding it until your father found out," Kathy interjected.

Susan nodded once, placidly. "And that's a fair cop, Mom, you're right. But we did that only to spare you two any grief. We love you and we want you to be happy for us and with us. If it means we'll have to find an alternative to pursue our own needs outside of the house, then so be it, but we'd rather that the whole family get on board with this. Dad's agreed to it and you have, too, if only just for the sake of logic and unity, which are laudable reasons, Mom. But you're not REALLY okay with this, are you? Your cultural programming is still enforcing itself. You're still letting society tell you that incest is wrong when we all know, in REALITY, that it isn't."

"Mom," Dave said, "I'm not exactly crazy about the idea of you seeing me and Sue together, I gotta admit, but if it'll help you to feel better about us, then I'd do it right here and now. And, to tell the truth, this wasn't at all my idea of how I thought my life would go. It's all caught me by surprise, too. But now that things are the way they are, I really don't want to turn back the clock. I LIKE this deal."

"Well, of course you do," Kathy quipped, "You get your rocks off and you don't even have to leave the house."

David shook his head. "That's not true, Mom. For the most part, I agree with all your rules and conditions. I have every intention of pursuing a relationship outside the family and, hopefully, someday starting one of my own. But for now, with me working so much and not really having a place of my own and not much time to be sociable, I really don't see how this is hurting anybody. Except you. Like Sis said: it's obvious that you're afraid. And if there's anything Dad's books have taught us, it's that fears are best resolved when you face them head-on. So if it'll help you get over your fear of us being hurt or anything like that, I'd be more than happy to show you just how good it really is. We're not going to get over the discomfort until and unless we GET comfortable with it."

Kathy leaned back in her chair and ran her fingers through her sandy-blonde hair, hair which looked almost identical to her daughter's. "God, I can't believe this is happening," she breathed. "I... I just don't know, kids. That's... asking a lot."

Finally, I reinserted myself into the conversation. "Honey, again, I think the kids might have a point here. Maybe you SHOULD watch them, just this once. If you'd like, I can leave the house for a few hours and give you all some privacy." The discussion that Kathy and I had had earlier, before the kids got home, was still fresh on my mind. I'd made a joke to her that she might reconsider the idea of seeing them have sex openly if she got to see David's penis. It was a joke at the time, but she realized that there might have been a grain of truth to it. She also noted that while I have my lust for Sue, she doesn't have any sort of external desire of her own and she felt that, just maybe, she deserved one, if only to keep things "even" between us. And here we were, faced with that opportunity, practically wrapped up in a box for us.

Kathy shot me a glance and said, "Not on your life, buster! If *I* have to watch, then so do you." She glanced at David, whose brown-gold eyes shone with a special sort of expectation as she said, "After all, what's good for the goose is good for the gander. Right?" Then she looked back at me. "But you, YOU stay right by my side. No touching, no talking. YOU just watch and stay glued where you sit."

Both David and Susan glanced at each other in confusion. "I don't get it," Susan said. "What's the deal with Dad all of a sudden?"

I closed my eyes, knowing what would come out of my wife's mouth next. "Your father's got a crush on you, sweetheart," Kathy answered. "If we're going to sit here and watch the two of you have sex, I just want to make SURE that he knows who he's with: me, not you."

Susan rolled her eyes and dropped yet another bomb in front of us. "Well, duh! You think I didn't know that?"

"You mean, you DID?" I asked with surprise.

Susan let out a terse laugh. "OF COURSE, I knew! Geez, Dad, you think I wouldn't notice the way you've been checking me out for the last week and the conflicted look on your face every time I mentioned me and Dave being together? You think I missed the envy and the barely-controlled lust in your eyes. Come ON, Dad. I'm a cheerleader, for crying out loud. I see that stuff almost every day at school. I've gotten to the point to where I can spot it a mile away."

"And it didn't bother you?" Kathy asked.

"Are you kidding me? Of course not. A pretty girl LIKES the attention as long as it doesn't come off as being desperate. And you, of all people, Mom, should know that Dad's not exactly repellant. He's handsome, smart, kind and, more importantly, he's my daddy. He loves me. I'm flattered that he's got a crush on me!" She smiled proudly at finally being able to say that, but the smile quickly faded. "But he's your husband, Mom, and while I might flirt with him from time to time, I never had any intention of taking him away from you. At least......"

Kathy narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "At least what?"

"At least, not without your permission," Susan finished quietly. David looked at her from where he sat like she'd sprouted another head, but he remained silent. I just stared at her with my mouth hanging open, speechless.

Kathy held her hands out as though to ward off evil beings. "Whoah! Hold on, young lady. We are NOT going there! Tonight we're talking about you and your brother. THAT'S IT. We've got more than enough to worry about already without bringing your father into the picture."

"What about you, Mom?" David cut in.

"What ABOUT me?" Kathy rejoined.

"Well... obviously, you knew about Dad's attraction to Sis, so there's no way you haven't given it some thought. And if you're like anyone else in this family, you've already got a game plan in mind. So what is it? How do you feel about it?"

Kathy's eyebrows nearly jumped off her forehead. "About your father and sister fucking each other? Frankly, I'd rather THAT happen than the two of you hooking up. But not tonight."

I almost fell out of my chair as I turned to face my wife. "WHAT?!?"

Kathy looked at me, a whole new and strange look on her face. "Paul: it's time to shut up now."

Now it was MY turn to almost lose my eyebrows as they arched somewhere past my hair line. Nonetheless, I capitulated. "Yes, dear."

"All right," Kathy said. "So here's where we are: you kids can continue fucking each other, in the house ONLY, you should at least TRY to date other people and, Sue, we're going to get you a Depo shot tomorrow. Honey, how religious have you been about taking your pills?"

"Damned religious," David answered for his sister. "I've been keeping tabs on that and won't let her slip up even once. Same time every morning, like clockwork."

Kathy looked at her son approvingly. "Good. Then I see no reason why we can't get this show on the road now, tonight. Kids, you've had to hold off for a week solid. I'm just shooting in the dark here, but my guess is that you're ready and raring to go, the sooner the better. Right?"

"She shoots, she scores," Susan answered enthusiastically. I could see that her left hand already had a tight grip on her brother's thigh in anticipation of Kathy's next declaration. I, myself, was suddenly very caught up in the excitement.

"Fine," Kathy said. "David, if you're up for it- no pun intended- now is as good a time as any to take your sister, if she'll have you, while your father and I watch." She glanced over at me. "Are you up for this?"

"Are YOU?" I rejoined.

"As ready as I'll ever be, I suppose," she said blandly. "Nervous as kittens, but willing to see this through." She looked back at our children. "Kids?"

Susan looked at her brother with a huge smile on her face, leaned in and kissed him passionately. Meanwhile, her hand had left his lap and moved to his groin. When their kiss ended, she said, "Oh, yeah. We're MORE than ready!"

David stopped short and said, "Wait. Here? In the KITCHEN? We've never done it in here before."

Susan sighed heavily. "Does it fucking MATTER? Bro, I've been waiting all WEEK for this! Come ON, already!" She began to unbutton her blouse hurriedly, her cleavage already becoming exposed while she grinned from ear to ear.

"Hold on, Susan," Kathy said and she looked at David. "Honey, would you feel more comfortable if you did it in a bed?"

David shook his head and began to pull his shirt over his chest. "Not necessarily," he said as the garment came off, "I was just pointing it out, that's all. Frankly, I'd do it in a foxhole at this point." When his face was once again visible, he wore a smirk similar to his sister's.

"Oh, you'll definitely be doing it in a foxhole, all right," Susan quipped as she stood up to lower her ankle-length summer skirt. Now she stood before us in nothing but her bra and panties, her long blonde hair and bright blue eyes shining brightly under the kitchen's overhead lights. "This is going to be SO much fun!" she said as she reached behind herself and unsnapped her bra. A second later, her 34-C tits bobbed free, firm and her nipples erect. As she bent down to push down her panties, her globes swayed languidly with every move she made. When she stood up, I saw that she had dutifully maintained her shaven mound. I could see, just barely, that there was a slight bit of dew on her lilly, a clear sign that she was not only excited but ready for anything.

Kathy and I remained silent as we watched the kids disrobe in front of us, while Kathy held my hand in a tight vice-like grip. I could feel the tremble of her body as she sat next to me and took in the sight of her son's well-muscled body and our daughter's smooth, toned curves. She let out a soft, tense breath through her teeth. I returned her grip to let her know that, yes, I was still there and I would see this through with her to the very last moment. Hell, wild horses couldn't have dragged me away from that kitchen.

David stood, unbuckled his pants and shoved down his boxers along with them. His penis was, as expected, fully engorged and ready for action, its tip purple with excitement. Both kids bent down to loosen their shoes and remove their socks and, once they were finally, fully naked, they embraced each other warmly and passionately. Both sets of hands roamed each others' backs and they moved in for another brief, lust-filled kiss.

"God, I can't believe we're doing this in front of our parents," David admitted to his sister.

"I know," Susan gushed after a quick glance at us. "Ain't it cool?"

"Kids, do us a favor, please?" I said. "Just pretend we're not here. Flies on the wall, that's what we are. Say, do and think whatever you normally would if we weren't here. Got it?"

Susan glanced over at me while she was still crushed up against her brother's hard body. Her large breasts mashed into his chest, but not enough to cover them completely, for one of her nipples, hard as an eraser, stood out proudly and was clearly visible. "Don't worry, Daddy. In a few seconds, we'll likely forget you even exist. No offense." She reached down and grabbed her brother's cock firmly. "Now, David, what I feel here, in my hand, is a tool. Ya wanna put this tool to work and show your loving sister just what kind of craftsman you really are?" She kneeled down and eyed her brother's manhood appreciatively. Like myself, David was rather well-endowed, I'm proud to say. Genetics was good to him. I would have hazarded a guess at that point and estimated it to be easily seven inches in length and, perhaps, three or four inches around in circumference, which made it both long and thick, but not extraordinarily so. For a small-framed young woman like my daughter, who stood a mere 5' 3", it would be a tight but perfect fit. Kathy's own body, which wasn't all that different from our daughter's, never seemed to have any trouble accepting my girth when we made love.

My daughter stroked her brother's penis firmly and she gently cupped his cum-filled balls as she looked up at him from where she kneeled. He looked down at her, smiled playfully and ran his fingers through her soft blonde hair. Without another word, Sue sank her lips down over her brother's shaft as she continued to look up at him with a sparkle in her eye. She didn't take him in fully, maybe 2/3 of the way down, but her cheeks immediately caved in as she began to suck him off in front of us.

My wife's grip on my hand tightened even more, almost painfully, as we watched Susan slowly move her head back and forth in her blow-job. I took in a sharp breath of air when Susan pulled completely off, letting David's tumescent member pop out into the open air, glistening and shiny from her saliva. She snaked her tongue out and flicked the tip gently, letting the tip of her tongue linger for just a moment as she probed the slit for precious drops of pre-cum.

"Mmm!" Susan said happily. "I'd almost forgotten what it tasted like!" With that, she again slipped her lips over his member and resumed her bobbing up and down a few times.

"Keep that up, sis, and I'm not gonna last long," David said cautiously.

Susan pulled her lips off her brother's cock and said, "I know. That's the point. When you're ready, just go ahead and let it go. After that, we'll get you hard again and we can do this properly." She didn't wait for a response as she fell upon David's throbbing penis with renewed vigor, causing her brother to moan out loud in appreciation.

"She's pretty good at that," I whispered to my wife quietly. I noticed that her breathing had become faster and more shallow as each moment passed and I wondered how long she would last before needing me to satisfy her after this show. "Where do you think she learned it from?"

Kathy snapped her head around to me. "Shh!" she hissed. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement and her eyes had the glassy look of lust burning within them. She turned her head back to the show, but her hand surreptitiously moved to my groin and gripped my cock through my pants tightly. With that, I almost jumped out of my chair, but stayed where I was. Clearly, my wife wouldn't accept anymore interruptions, so thoroughly engrossed in this display was she that any distraction would be met with the most vicious response. My balls ached as her grip on my hardened member tightened. A second later, she relaxed her grip and moved her hand back to mine.

David began to subtly move his hips back and forth as his sister continued to suck him like a pro, fucking her mouth gently. His hands found her hair and he tangled his fingers up in her trusses as his muscles began to tense. "Sis! I'm almost there!"

"Mmmphf mmm!" Susan replied, not taking her lips away. She pulled back a bit, enough to keep just the head of her brother's penis firmly lodged between her full, luscious lips, and I could see the tell-tale signs of her tongue moving within, stimulating him quickly. As a little bit extra added incentive, she began to gently roll his nutsack in her palm, not roughly, but enough to let him know that she was eager to bring him off.

David threw his head back, stood on his toes and cried out, "Yeeeeaaaaaaaaahhhh! Ah! YES! OH, SHIT! HERE IT COMES, SIS!" His hands clenched into fists and he gripped his sister's hair tightly as he unloaded his sperm into her mouth and she greedily swallowed every last drop of it.

Susan continued to suck hungrily on David's cock and, when he had completely emptied himself, slowly resumed her blow-job until she was sure that she'd gotten all of his essence. When she was done, she turned to look at me and her mother. "Phase one, complete," she said simply as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and then reaffixed her lips to her brother's semi-erect penis. While she fellated him, her right hand found her nipples and began to tweak and twist them gently while her left hand disappeared from view to her crotch, where I was sure that she'd begun to masturbate. As soon as I heard the squishy sounds of her fingers running through her shaven pussy, my suspicion was confirmed.

Kathy leaned back in her chair and put her hand to her cheek. "Oh, god," she breathed. "That was... was... I can't... you two..."

I swallowed hard and said, "Honey, I believe the word you're looking for is 'wow.' Yes?"

Kathy looked back at me and said, "I said no talking, buster. But, yes, wow covers it nicely. Now... shut up. Don't distract the kids."

Susan pulled off David's re-emergent penis and laughed out loud. "Ahhh hahah! I can't believe you two!" she said between giggles. "You're NOT distracting me. Truth be told, the only thing that would get us to stop NOW would be a firehose!" She looked up at her brother and caressed his backside from her kneeling position. "Did I do you right this time, Bro?" She looked back at us and said, "I'm still kinda new to that, really," she informed us. "But Dave's been giving me pointers every time."

Dave gently caressed her hair lovingly and said, "That was perfect, Sis. Absolutely perfect. Thank you."

Susan stood up and hugged her brother just as lovingly as he had petted her head. "You're welcome," she said happily. "And, believe me, it was my pleasure. And speaking of firehoses, you came like one. Been saving yourself or something?"

David blushed. "Yeah," he replied. "I haven't touched myself all week. I didn't think Dad would take this long."

At that, I rolled my eyes but kept quiet. Kathy, meanwhile, giggled softly.

Susan smiled sweetly and kissed her brother. "That's so sweet," she said. "You've been waiting all WEEK for ME? Oh, bro, I wish I could say the same. I've been doing myself like mad ever since our last time."

"It's okay," he said. "You can cum as many times as you like and not really lose anything. I, on the other hand, need a little time to build up a decent load, which I know you love." He leaned down and kissed her neck playfully. "God, you're sexy!"

Susan leaned her head back and gave her brother better access to her neck and cleavage as she sighed contentedly. Sure enough, once her beautiful breasts were within reach, Dave's hands began to caress and maul them gently. Seconds ticked by and he planted his lips to the nubbin of her right nipple, which elicited a pleasure-filled moan from his sister. "Ohhhh, yessss!" Susan sighed as her hand again found his member and began to stroke it lightly. "Oooo!" she said with surprise. "Already hard, I see. And so quick, too!"

David pulled his mouth from his sister's nipple and said, "I'm sorry. Is that bad? Should I think about something else and make it go away, maybe?"

Susan held his chin in her free hand sternly and said, "You do, and I'm outta here, buck-o. Remember: *I* haven't gotten my release yet, so you had better be prepared to do me up right now."

A sly grin slipped across David's face. "Right now? As in RIGHT now? You want me, Sis? Here? At the kitchen table with Mom and Dad watching us? Huh? NOW?"

Susan leapt upon him and kissed her brother with such unrestrained passion that I thought she'd come right out of her skin. She pulled and yanked on his cock as she writhed against him sexily and moaned pleadingly into his mouth as their tongues danced wildly. "I can't wait any longer, Bro. Now or never!" She pulled away from him and leaned over the table, her bounteous orbs pressed into the surface of the dinner table as she faced her mother and I with a look of unbridled lust on her face. "Show time," she told us as she eyed us like an unleased animal. She looked back at her brother, who was in the process of getting behind her. "I'm so hot, brother, that I could fuck the entire football team and not even flinch. Put that thing in me NOW!" She looked back at us and winked playfully.




The Talk Ch. 05



Kathy and I were almost beside ourselves with frustration at this sight. Here our kids were, right in front of us, ready to have sexual intercourse, while we just sat there and watched on like captives- with our blessing! It felt almost unfair that they were able to get so much pleasure while we had to watch, but we weren't ready yet to join them. Not yet. And, besides, this night was for them, their time and their chance to make up for what they'd lost out on all week long. Our breathing, though, had quickened to the point of almost panting. I dearly wanted to pull out my own penis and jack off while I watched my children having sex in front of us for the first time, but my wife had made it clear that I was to do nothing but watch. I was not one to countermand my wife's orders, especially when they made sense. If I had whipped it out then and there, I probably would've done something either very stupid or very risque- and my wife would've probably followed suit, if only just to appease her growing sexual appetite.

David lined his penis up with his sister's pussy, wedged the tip of himself into her folds and then abruptly stopped before shoving his tool completely into her depths. "Wait a minute," he breathed. "This is for THEM," he nodded towards us. Susan looked back at him over her shoulder and then back at us. For a literal second, she thought about it and then swiveled herself so that, instead of being bent over the kitchen table, she was bent over the back of the chair she'd been sitting in before they started. Now Kathy and I were given a profile view of our children, so that we would actually see David's penis going in and out of his sister's pussy. David glanced at us and then at his sister's up-turned ass and smiled. "Ahh, yes. That'll do nicely." He once again lined up his pole at his sister's hairless entrance and began to slowly push into her small, tight body.

Kathy and I held our breaths as our daughter whipped her hair back and sighed while her brother's cock pushed deeper and deeper into her. Once he was completely inside her and is groin was firmly pressed against her ass cheeks, she brought her hands up to her breasts and began to play with her nipples. "Ohhhhhhh, god, I've waited so long for that feeling!" she groaned. "Yessss.... okay, Dave. I'm ready. Do it. And do it like there's no tomorrow! Fuck your sister's pussy HARD!"

Dave didn't need to be told twice and began to move his hips back and forth steadily. As his cock came in and out of view, it glistened wetly and each time he pushed into his sister, Susan's ass rippled slightly with the force. Soon, Dave was moving quickly in and out of his sister's sopping wet pussy while her breasts, partially restrained by the chair's back, jiggled with the motion. Both kids were panting heavily as the brother's pace quickened along with the intensity of his thrusts. Susan soon learned her brother's rhythm and began to push back against him while she continued to tug and twist on her nipples. At one point, she turned her head and looked squarely at us, her mother and father. "So, Mom," she said between thrusts, "what do you think? Do you see anything to worry about here?" She bucked back against her brother to impale herself on his shaft, causing both of them to moan loudly.

Kathy blinked, breathing hard, and shook her head. "N-no. Nothing frightening yet," she answered.

"Gooooood," Susan cooed. "Because, y'know, this feels great. HE feels great! Can you see it, Mother? Your son's cock is inside his flesh-and-blood sister's pussy and you know what?" Kathy shook her head, speechless at this lewd talk from our daughter. "When he's ready, Mother, he's going to fill me up with his seed. Do you want to see that, Mom? Do you wanna see your son fill your daughter's pussy with his sperm? Do you?" Kathy nodded vigorously and I found myself doing the same, eagerly. "Have you ever seen people having sex before, Mom? Right in FRONT of you?" No. She hadn't. Not like this, anyway. "Did you ever think you'd see your two beautiful, straight-laced children fucking like animals right before your very eyes?" Susan taunted.

"OH GOD NO!" Kathy suddenly cried. "NEVER! But, oh my god, it's so- so... HOT! Oh, Jesus help me, I'm so incredibly hot seeing this!"

"Do you want it, Mother?" David asked, taking his cue from his sister while he continued to pound her pussy mercilessly. Kathy almost choked as she swallowed hard at her son's question, but nodded silently. "Do you want to see it, Mom, when I pump my sister's puss full of juice? Do you want to see the stuff leak out of her after I fill her up?" He glanced at me. "Do you, Dad?"

"FUCK YES!" Both of us cried at the same time, like we'd planned it.

Susan laugh gaily at our shared outburst and then returned her focus to slamming her ass back against her brother's groin. The pace quickened even more until David's hips were moving at a blur and his cock practically flew in and out of the tight folds. "Harder, David! Fuck me harder!"

David compromised in speed for power and began to thrust into her so forcefully that the chair she leaned over began to rock with them. Susan's tits, which had been somewhat supported by the back of the chair as she mauled them for us, slipped free and hung down in the air, heavy and full as they swayed back and forth madly. David's strong, powerful hands gripped his sister's hips and he started to grunt with the effort of fucking her while Susan rolled and swayed her hips, ensuring that each time her brother's cock invaded her body, it came in at a different angle of attack. The overwhelming scent of sex filled the kitchen, an odor I had gotten used to from being with my wife but had never smelled from another couple, and I realized that the two scents were almost identical, which made sense since they were, after all, our children.

"I'm almost there, Sis!" David cried. "GOD, you're so tight!"

"Do it, David!" Susan cheered. "Cum inside me! Go ahead! DO IT!"

"Do it, son!" Kathy suddenly shouted. "Fuck her! Fill 'er up!" Just as suddenly, she clapped her hand over her mouth in surprise at her own shout. "Sorry," she mumbled.

I looked at her both in surprise and amusement. If there was ever any doubt that Kathy didn't support our kids having sex with each other, it had been totally and completely blown out of the water. What's more was that I could tell, then and there, and my wife would do just about anything to get fucked by her son. Her hand, still gripped tightly in mine, became clammy and sweaty and trembling. Actually, my wife's entire body was like a livewire, perfectly in tune with the scene in front of us.

Dave drove three more powerful, solid thrusts into his sister's small frame and then froze as he cried out, "AHHHHHHH! GRRRREPH! YES! AH, YES, I'M CUMMING, SIS! TAKE IT! I'M SHOOTING INTO YOU! DO YOU FEEL IT, SIS? HUH? DO YOU? DO YOU FEEL ME CUMMING INSIDE YOU?!?"

"YES!" Susan shouted. "YES, I FEEL IT! OOOOOO, GOD, IT'S SOOOO GOOD! AH, YES, OHHHHH, BABY, YES!" Susan quickly reached under herself so that her hand could grasp her brother's balls while he emptied their contents into her womb and she writhed under the onslaught when her thumb accidentally bumped her clitoris.

Kathy suddenly spasmed in her chair, rocked by a vicarious orgasm shared with her daughter, who spasmed herself on the chair she was bent over as our son filled her cunt to overflowing. Susan continued to gently roll her hips as she undoubtedly worked her inner muscles to milk her brother's cock of all the sperm it could offer. Meanwhile, my own raging hard-on was practically screaming for release. Kathy's grip on my hand finally relaxed as her body untensed.

Dave slowly resumed thrusting in and out of his sister's cum-filled pussy and moaned gladly. "Oh, fuck, Sue. I do believe that was the best yet. Bar none." He glanced at us. "Thanks, Mom, Dad, for letting us do this. I was going crazy from the wait." With that, he carefully disengaged himself from his sister and took his seat again, to recoup.

Susan, however, wasn't quite done yet. She quickly repositioned her chair, while still bent over it, so that her pussy was facing us, a familiar sight to both me and my wife, though not necessarily in that position. Her pussy lips were bright punk and shined with her wetness, the soft-pink pearl of her stimulated clitoris visibly throbbing from excitement. "As I recall, Mom wanted to see your cum drip out of my pussy," Susan told her brother. "So feast your eyes, Mother, 'cause here it comes!" I sat there, mesmerized, and watched my daughter's pussy lips contract a couple of times while she rubbed her clitoris vigorously in front of us. Seconds later, a thin, white stream of cum began to ooze out of her pink folds, her brother's cum being pushed from her body. As it dripped out, she cupped her hand beneath it and caught the fluid before it could fall on the table. Once she was sure that she had it all in her hand, she turned around and watched us while she licked it up from her palm, tasting the mix of her and her brother's cum.

"Mmmmm..." she cooed. "Tasty!" She held out her palm to her mother while smiling devilishly. "Want some?"

Kathy damn near sprouted wings as she flew out of her chair, my hand firmly locked in hers, and almost yanked my arm out of its socket. "Paul! If you don't fuck me now, you'll regret it for the rest of your life! COME ON! NOW!"

I didn't even THINK about arguing the matter as I quickly followed my wife back to our room. On the heels of our departure, I could hear both our kids laughing gently to themselves.

"Wanna do it again?" I heard David ask his sister.

As Kathy rounded the corner to the hallway which led to our room, with me well in tow, I heard Susan say brightly, "Is the Pope Catholic? Hell, yeah!"

Kathy must have heard that exchange, too, because as she practically threw me into our room, I heard her moan with desire, frustration and want. I laid back on the bed upon which I had been thrown and looked at my wife, almost fearful of what might come next. She was visibly unglued with passion and lust. "You," she all but growled, "are about to get the fucking of your life!"

The last thing I remember clearly was the sight of my wife literally tearing her clothes from her body and jumping on top of me like a woman possessed.



The Talk Ch. 06



Author's note: While this chapter does not contain any explicit sex, it deals with the topic of incest. The author (me) does not condone or support incest as a practice and this story is not meant to be taken as any sort of support thereof. It is strictly a work of fiction that is meant to entertain. All characters are fictitious and depicted as being at or over the age of eighteen.

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The Talk: Chapter 06

After three hours had gone by I finally capitulated to my limitations. My wife had, for the first time in our twenty years together, finally managed to force me to cry uncle and literally demand a break from sex. She was understandably very worked up from having seen our kids have sex in front of us in the kitchen, a situation that had been both unexpected and thoroughly intoxicating, but I simply could not keep up with her any longer. Old age coupled with plain old exhaustion had gotten the better of me, but neither of those things compared to my growing need to just take a moment and talk about what we'd witnessed so recently.

We lay side by side on our bed and I was glad to take note of the fact that the house was very quiet. When Kathy had dragged me away from the kitchen table, I'd heard our kids say that they'd like to have another go at each other. At the time, hearing that had served as fuel for my sexual hunger, a hunger which would be sated with my wife, but a short while later I had considered the possibility that by the time Kathy and I were finished, the kids might still be going at it. Gladly, I heard no evidence to support my suspicion, but that was really inconclusive- the kids could have just gotten quiet, for all I knew. In my heart of hearts, however, I found myself hoping that they'd exhausted themselves early and had gone to bed in their own rooms (them bunking together had not been discussed, but it hadn't been expressly forbidden, either).

Kathy was the first to use the bathroom and had done so quickly before rejoining me on our bed. The light from the master bathroom, which was attached to our bedroom, lit the darkness around us dimly so that I could still see my wife, if only barely. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Kathy as she lay beside me and breathed heavily from our exertions. We hadn't cum half as much as we'd probably wanted to, but our love-making session hadn't been about cumming so much as it was about mutual gratification and quelling the sexual beasts within. As such, we'd both done our best to hold off from orgasming as much as possible and prolonged our pleasure until the last possible moment. Nevertheless, I know that I came three times and Kathy had to have orgasmed at least three times as much, easily, because from moment to finish she'd done nothing but shudder like a leaf in the wind.

I stared up at the ceiling in those few moments of sexual recuperation and let my mind begin to form some serious thoughts. After several long seconds of both of us catching our breaths, I said, "Honey, where's your head about all this now? Are you still okay with it?"

Kathy sighed deeply and exhaled in a long gust of air before she answered. "I honestly don't know," she began. "On the one hand, God, that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my entire life. On the other hand, it's still a little difficult for me to get over the fact that...."

"It was our kids," I finished for her.

"Yeah."

I sat up on an elbow to face her. "Are you scared?"

She looked up at me, her eyes glittering in the dim light and smiled faintly. "Some, yes," she said. "I mean... Paul, where do we go from HERE?"

"The real question, honey," I said, "is: where do we WANT to go?" I paused for a beat to let that question sink in. "Do you think we should check on the kids, to make sure they're okay?"

Kathy shook her head immediately. "No. They're too old for that now. And, besides, I'm not sure of what I might do if we find them still... doing it."

I nodded gently. "I see. Well... what if we DID find them still going at it?" I asked her. "What would you be inclined to do? Stop them?"

Kathy closed her eyes. "No. God help me, I'd want to join them." She reopened her eyes and looked at me pleadingly. "Am I a bad mother for wanting that?" she asked me.

I shook my head. "No. You aren't. No more so or less so than I am. We've both always agreed that our childrens' happiness should always come first. Clearly, they're pretty damned happy and they certainly aren't hurting each other. And in all other respects, they're great kids, hon. We've done right by them, even with all of this, something tells me that we made the right choice."

"Well, what about us?" my wife asked. "Did we make the right choice for us?"

"What do you mean?"

Kathy sat up, her beautiful, naked form silhoutted in the low light. "I mean, look at us. Did we REALLY have to see all that? And after seeing it, what did we do? We fucked each other senseless! Because our KIDS put on a show that got us horny." She grabbed my hands firmly in her own. "I honestly believe that, if we'd asked, we could have stayed in that kitchen and done our own thing and they wouldn't have flinched. What's more is that, I'd bet things would've progressed even further."

"You mean.... us, with them?" I asked, just to make sure we had everything out in the open.

Kathy nodded soberly. "And you know what frightens me? I think, then, I would've been just fine with that."

"And now?"

Kathy closed her eyes again and heaved another deep sigh. "I don't know, Paul. I really don't know." When she held my gaze again, she went on. "Listen, after seeing those two, I can totally understand about your attraction to Sue. Hell, she got ME pretty hot and bothered. And that joke you made about Dave's equipment wasn't far off the mark. Honey, our boy is hung like a horse."

"Horse?" I choked out. "Overstating it a bit, aren't you?"

Kathy smiled wryly. "Okay, maybe not a horse, but still pretty well-equipped. Better than average. And we've already had the discussion, years ago, about the truth about the size of a man's penis. I won't lie to you: after seeing that thing on our son, I AM curious. But...."

I nodded. "But... they're our children," I completed the thought for her and she nodded. "Sue said something before they started," I said. "Something that I think has a lot of merit. She noted that you've still got some cultural conditioning, that you're still letting society's fallacious ideas on what's right and wrong influence your personal choices. Do you think she might be right?"

Kathy looked down at the still-wet bedsheets which were crumpled beneath us and nodded slowly. "Yes," she said. "It's just so... hard to break my mind away from years and years of being told that... incest is wrong. And even if this weren't about the moral ambiguities of the situation," she said, "there's still the legal aspect to think about. We're already breaking the law by allowing THIS much to go on, Paul. If WE get involved, we'll be in even hotter water."

I angled my head from side to side. "Yes and no," I said. "I've looked into it some, Kathy. The law states that sex between MINORS who are closely related is unlawful. Both our kids are now legal adults- Sue's eighteen and Dave's nineteen. And we're both well within the status of adulthood. It goes on to say that MARRIAGE between close family members is unlawful, which means that parents can't marry their children and siblings can't marry each other. But only in a few states does it say anything about SEX between such relatives, if they are of legal age of consent. Certainly, the law doesn't condone those kinds of pairings, but in most states, it doesn't expressly forbid them, either, on a purely sexual basis. So, if you want to be technical about it, we're all still within the limitations of the law."

Kathy's jaw hung open in surprise as she tried to focus on her next coherent thought. She took a moment to think it over and finally said, "So, you mean, that as long as no one else finds about all this, we're ALL okay, legally?"

I smiled. "The funny thing about the law is that it's geared to regulate behavior which might be harmful to society at large, but it can't make moral policies. It's the separation of church and state which prevents it from doing so. A brother and sister or child and parent fucking each other under a single roof, if they're all legal adults, doesn't harm society at large or even at a minimum. It might piss a few people off, but it doesn't kill anyone or put anyone in the hospital. As far as the law is concerned, no harm, no foul. The only limitation is on marriage. No polygamy and no direct-relative marriages. Aside from that, Uncle Sam can't say a damn thing to or about us."

"Jesus," my wife breathed. "I... I had no idea."

I chuckled at that. "Not many people do," I said. "Most people are so hung up on the social conventions that they don't pay much attention to the legal statutes. And, to be fair, the laws sort of make sense. Kids under the age of eighteen barely know how to make good grades, to say nothing of making wise choices which might affect their entire futures. Forcing them to wait until they're of legal age, if they're bound and determined to pursue that kind of lifestyle, allows them a chance to learn about the roads they're likely to travel later on in life. Whether we realized it or not, honey, we taught our kids a powerful amount of stuff over the years. We've subjected them to Truth, in all its forms, and taught them to rely on not only their wits, but their hearts as well. Those lessons, alone, would be enough to empower our kids to make this kind of choice, when the time was right for them. All the OTHER stuff we taught them and fostered within them had to have been just icing on the proverbial cake." I held up my hand, open-palmed, and began to tick items off, one by one. "Honesty, integrity, objectivity, rationale, curiosity, justice, honor, courage, faith, love..... honey, if any two kids in this country could be EXPECTED to make the choice that ours have, it would be them."

".....because we raised them like that?"

"Well, yes and no," I said quickly. "Naturally, we didn't raise them to lean towards incest, of course not. But all of the requisite qualities are there for them. We raised our kids to be level-headed and to love one another unconditionally. If anything, they ended up teaching US a lesson or two."

"Paul," Kathy said after a moment of hesitation. "If what you've just said is true, then... we ARE responsible for all this! We DID screw up!"

I arched my eyebrows at her in surprise. "We DID?" I asked. "Well, forgive me, honey, but all things being equal, I'd give what remains of my left testicle to make sure that ALL kids are raised to be so screwed up. I mean, let's take a real, hard look at our kids, why don't we? They get excellent grades in school, they're both brilliant intellects, they have limitless amounts of love for the people in their lives as well as themselves, they're highly respected by their peers, they're very healthy, they obey just about every law in the land save one, they know how to think for themselves, they'd take a bullet for a total stranger on general principle alone, they're extremely rational.... gee, honey, you're right. Our kids AREN'T normal, are they? What will we ever do?" I stood up before my wife could respond, suddenly aware that my bladder was very full. "I've got to go to the bathroom, but before I go, let me leave you with this: EVERY family in America has a secret. Lord only knows how many of them I've heard in my line of work. Some secrets are huge and some are really, really dumb, but the fact remains. So OUR family's secret is that the kids like to have sex with each other when the mood strikes them and their parents, let's face it, honey, are about a hair's breadth away from joining their kids in the sack. None of us are selling or using narcotics. None of us are abusing each other with violence or cruelty. None of us are alcoholics. None of us are thieves or murderers. What's OUR sin? We want to bring pleasure to one another. Sure, honey. Go ahead and get the guys with the butterfly nets, we're all cracked in this house. Y'know what? Phooey. Bullshit. And who gives a fuck? Here's where *I* stand, my love: let's keep OUR secret to ourselves and enjoy each other the way we feel is most comfortable. You want it, I want it, and the kids sure as hell want it. So who's to say that we can't have it, but us? Now... if you'll excuse me, I've got to piss like a rushing race-horse. Be right back."

When I got back from relieving myself, I found that Kathy had turned on the bedside lamp and had put on a negligé. She sat cross-legged on the bed, waiting for me. "Paul, I know you love me- I'll never doubt that- but do I still turn you on? Do you still find me sexy?"

I joined her on the bed and kissed her tenderly. "Of course I do, sweetheart. I always have and I always will. You're the sexiest woman I know. Haven't we already gone over this, though?"

Kathy looked rather bashful at being so obviously insecure, but that didn't change how she felt. "Yeah, I guess we did," she answered. "And I believe you. But I just can't figure out why..."

"Why I find our daughter so sexy, too?" She nodded in confirmation. I picked up her hand in mine and began to stroke it lovingly. "Honey, Sue is our daughter. I love her just as much and in the same way that you do. She's our baby girl and always will be. And let me make this perfectly clear: she can NEVER replace you, no one can, if that's what you're worried about. This bed is OURS and as long as you'll have me in it, I'd like it to STAY ours until death eventually claims one or both of us. You are my wife, forever and always, and I don't ever want that to change. I love you with all my heart and soul and you know it. The attraction I have for our daughter is the simple, physical attraction of a male for a well-developed, attractive female. And you said it, yourself, that you can understand my attraction to her, that she even turned YOU on. She will always be our daughter and I will always be her father, sex or no sex. I will always want to protect and provide for her, just like I always have. And David, too. This isn't about replacements or changing the family dynamic, Kathy. Not for me, at least."

"Well, then, what IS it about?" she asked. "Sex? Paul, we both know that sex is never merely casual. There's always issues of intimacy and trust involved. As a psychologist, you've GOT to know that we're playing with fire just THINKING about having sex with the kids."

I cocked an eyebrow at her. "Is that to say you ARE thinking about sex with our son?"

Kathy fixed me with a wuthering gaze. "Fine. You want a full and explicit confession out of me? Fine. Yes. I want to have sex with David, our son. Not immediately, but soon. If only to satisfy my curiosity. That's what I WANT, Paul. But that doesn't mean I'm ready to go after that. Nor does it mean that I think it's a good idea to just run into his room and jump his bones. I don't think I'm ready for that yet. But I know that I want it. Does THAT finally put your insatiable curiosity to rest, Paul? Are you happy, now that you've cornered me into admitting it?"

I knew that my wife was upset at having been put on the spot, but I also knew that she would have been worse on herself if she hadn't finally said it out loud. "Kathy," I said, "I am only glad that you CAN say it, rather than to simply want it and never have the courage to admit it out loud, to anyone, least of all yourself. I'm sorry for putting you on the spot like that, but it DID help you to get the courage of your convictions and just get it out, didn't it?"

"Paul, do me a favor, please?"

"What's that?"

"Save the psycho-analytical manipulations for your clients. I'm your wife. If I want to wallow in a guilt-complex, even for a few minutes, then I'd like you to respect that. For a FEW minutes, at least."

Chagrined, I nodded and apologized. "I'm sorry. You're right. I guess I'm just so concerned that ill feelings, now more than ever, might cause more problems. I'm just trying to keep things rational and balanced."

"But, Paul, what if I don't WANT things balanced up here right now?" she asked as she tapped her temple. It was a surprising question, but I remained silent. "What if I want to just let myself go for a minute and FEEL a little helpless about this? Is that so wrong? Because, Paul, I DO feel a little out of control here. I do. A week ago we had a perfectly normal family with no secrets at all. Nothing to hide and no skeletons in our closets. And NOW we do. A pretty damn big skeleton, T-Rex-sized, and if we're not careful, someone out there just might notice it. And THAT is what's scaring me, honey. THAT has me spinning in circles. I'm not worried about our kids or how we've raised them. I agree that they're fantastic kids and that we were blessed to have them and raise them as they are. I'm just scared that someone in the outside world might learn about them and, then, learn about US. Aren't YOU? You should be."

I was quiet for a moment as I searched myself for an answer. Finally, I said, "I think that it's a major concern, yes. But I'm confident that, if we're all careful, no one will notice or learn any-."

"Honey, you're not thinking far enough ahead," Kathy said quickly. "What if the kids get into a fight of some sort. What if one of them goes away half-cocked and decides to blow the whistle?"

"They wouldn't do that," I answered immediately. "They're both smart enough to know that if they did that, they'd be hurting us, too."

"So what if they're pissed at us, too? What then?"

"Self-preservation rules still apply," I said quickly. "They'd also be putting themselves under the microscope. The way things are right now, NONE of us would be able to claim innocence in the matter. We all talked it out and made our own decisions, logically and rationally. Deniable culpability is reserved for those who didn't know what was happening until it was too late."

"What if it's their word against ours, sweetie?" Kathy rejoined. "I know it's a terrible thing to hypothecise, but we HAVE to be realistic about everything here. We HAVE to consider all the possibilities, honey, no matter how absurd or impossible they might seem. Shit happens. So how do we safeguard everyone in the family from something like that happening?"

"Signed confessions put in a safety-deposit box?" I suggested.

"No," Kathy said with a shake of her head. "There can be claims of forgery."

"Signed in blood, for DNA analysis later," I pressed.

"Claims of having blood withdrawn while they were asleep."

"Video tape?"

Kathy mulled that one over. "Hmm... possibly. A video-taped confession, though, could still be argued against. Coercion," she added. We've both watched enough legal-eagle movies and television shows to know that she was right.

"Well...." I paused to take a breath before the next suggestion. "What if... we video-taped us all... together? It'd be pretty hard to argue against that, wouldn't it? We'd all have to be pretty damned willing in order to be video-taped having sex, wouldn't we?"

"Whoooooaaa," Kathy said as she held her hands up. "Isn't that going a little too far? I mean... pictures and home movies are one thing, between a couple like ourselves, but do you honestly think the kids would go for something like that? And what about the pitch, hmm? How do we sell an idea like that to them?"

"Honestly," I replied. "We tell them precisely why we're making the video."




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"Don't you think we might run the risk of undermining their trust?" she asked. "I mean, what would that say to them? That we don't trust them enough so we have this little insurance policy in place, to keep everyone in check? And then there's the issue of performance. Can YOU have sex in front of a video camera? And who'd do the recording?"

"One at a time, honey, one thing at a time. First, we can get a tripod and have the camera at a fixed angle, which means we'd have to do the recording in a big room like the TV room or the living room. As for how it goes over with the kids... well, I can't speak for them, but I think it's a logical enough thing and makes sense. They're pretty smart, honey. I think they'd understand. As for performance issues... even though I've never done it in front of a camera before, I don't think I'd have any problems with it. And I don't think the kids would, either. Not after the show they put on for us tonight."

Kathy nodded. "All right, that last point is pretty solid. But I'm still not sure it'll go over well with the kids. That said, it IS an important issue that should be addressed. We'll ask them and see what they say. Deal?"

"Agreed," I said. "So... what else is on your mind?"

"Well, you never did really answer my question about why you're so ready to open a sexual relationship with our children. You said it's a physical thing, but you never answered my questions about issues of intimacy and trust, from a psychological point of view."

"You said that you wanted me to avoid psycho-analysis for the time-being," I countered.

"As far as *I* was concerned," Kathy said, her tone at a slight edge. "You're being evasive."

I took a deep breath through my nose and closed my eyes. "Okay," I said as I looked at her again. "Issues of trust and intimacy. Right. Well, let's see here. Whose sense of trust and intimacy are we most concerned with here, hmm? The kids or us? I don't think the kids are much of a worry, not after tonight. They both seem to have given this whole thing a lot of thought and are apparently very comfortable with each other- and us. You and I, on the other hand, are clearly worried that we wouldn't be able to trust ourselves or our children, otherwise we wouldn't have brought up the whole thing about the video taping. And our intimacy issues are pretty clear, too. The kids had no problem having sex in front of us, whereas, when we were too horny to hold back any longer, we made a bee-line for our bedroom, where we could be intimate with each other -"

"Enough!" Kathy cried out, her hands held up defensively and laughing lightly. "All right, already. I get the point. THEY are fine. It's US who've got to get our heads together."

"No, my love," I said, "it's YOU who has got to suss out how you're feeling. If you want my honest opinion, my true feelings on the matter, I'm perfectly okay with the idea of me and Sue having sex as well as you and David. As a matter of fact, I'm looking forward to it."

"Looking FORWARD?" Kathy repeated. "You say it like it's a foregone conclusion."

"Isn't it?" I retorted.

That, apparently, was the sixty-four-thousand-dollar question of the evening, for Kathy clapped her mouth shut. She had nothing to say against it. Finally, she rolled her eyes and said, "I guess it is. Damn it. That's twice you foxed me into a bold admission like that."

"I swear, honey, that one was unintentional. The shrink has left the building for the moment and this is just me, your husband Paul."

Kathy searched my eyes for any duplicity and, after a long moment, found none there. "Fine," she said. "THIS time, I believe you. Okay. So there we have it." She took a deep, pensive breath and then said, "Paul, my husband, your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to bed your daughter while I, your wife, will make a concerted effort to do the same with our son."

"No shit?" I asked. "Just like that?"

"Who am I kidding here, Paul? Like you said, we all want it, so why deny ourselves what we want? It's not hurting anyone and, if we ARE all very careful, no one will ever find out. It's not like the kids are KIDS. They're OUR kids, but they're adults, too. They know how to be discreet. We're already breaking the law anyway, so why not just go in for the full monty? Why the hell not?"

To hear those words from my wife left me not only elated, but winded from the surprise that she'd actually said them. "Good lord," I breathed, "we're actually going to do this, aren't we?"

"All I have is one condition, honey. And just one."

"Name it," I said immediately.

"This is OUR bed, like you said earlier. At the end of the day, this is where WE sleep. The kids both have their own rooms. If they want to shack up with each other every once in a while, that's okay, but when it's time to go to bed, it's the two of us, alone and together. The kids can JOIN us in bed, it's big enough, but only if the two of us are there with them- either of them. The only exception is if and when either of us is out of town for some reason. Deal?" She held out her hand.

I took it and shook once. "Deal."

"When?"

"Well," I said, "you made an appointment for Sue to get a Depo shot tomorrow. Ask the doctor when it'll be safe for her to have sex again and then we'll all set a date, make it a family event."

Kathy put her hand over her eyes and said, "Oh, God, that sounds so insufferably reasonable AND depraved at the same time." She took her hand away and said. "Let's do it."

I couldn't resist the joke that suddenly bubbled to the surface of my mind-blown, adled brain. "What? AGAIN? Honey, really, I'm tapped." I pointed down to my groin. "Even viagra would be a lost cause at this point."

She grabbed my cheeks, pulled me close and kissed me. "You're incorrigible."

I hugged her close to me and said, "I'm tired, is what I am. Aren't you?"

My wife sighed, her head hung tiredly over my shoulder. "Honestly? Yeah. I'm pooped. But there's always tomorrow, hmm?"

I let her go and kissed her again quickly on the lips. "In the light of day, we'll see how much damage you caused to the little guy downstairs-"

"Little? Don't sell yourself short, honey."

"Har. Har. Anyway... right now, let's just knock off and see what tomorrow brings, okay?"

Kathy fell sideways and looked up at me with exhausted but lovingly bright eyes. "THAT sounds like a superb idea."

I reached down to the floor and found my undershorts. After I donned them, I laid down beside my wife and kissed her one more time tenderly. "I love you," I told her.

Kathy's eyes were already half-lidded, but she smiled sweetly. "I love you, too, sweetheart. Do me a favor?"

"Anything."

"Kill the lights, please?"

I got up and turned off the lights in the bathroom and the bedside lamp. By the time I returned to tell her that the job was done, I could see by the dim light of the moon that my wife was already asleep, doubtlessly on her way to dreaming of the amazing ways our family had changed in so short a period of time.

I laid down and began to breathe slowly, letting my mind wander. As exhaustion began to take me away, I heard myself sing softly, "What a difference.... a day makes..... twenty-four.... little hours....." I chuckled to myself quietly and then, finally, let sleep claim me.



The Talk Ch. 07



AUTHOR'S NOTE: You all have been extraordinarily patient with me and, for that, I thank you a thousand times over. Your support and messages have not let me forget this story and, for that, you should thank yourselves. I promise that this story won't end here. More is coming. Real Life (tm) has kept me away from the 'net these past months, but things have picked back up for me and I intend to get this done, once and for all.

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Kathy and Sue got back from Sue's appointment with the doctor and each woman wore a smile on her face. David and I sat in the TV room, watching COPS, while we had waited for them. When the ladies walked into the house, they came straight to us.

"Forty-eight hours," Susan announced as she took a seat next to her brother on the sofa he sat on. David returned the smile she flashed him and nodded understandingly.

"But the doctor suggests that we wait a full three days, just to be on the safe side," my wife added quickly as she joined me on the other sofa. She slid her beautiful, toned legs across my lap and asked me, "Have you talked to him yet?"

"Not yet," I answered. "I figured that we should all discuss it together."

Kathy smiled. "Same here."

"Discuss what together?" David asked.

I took a deep breath and said, "Kids, your mother and I have decided to relax some of the rules we made last night, in light of the... show you gave us."

"As a matter of fact," Kathy interjected, "we've decided to completely do away with them. Well, some of them, anyway."

David's eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion and he sat forward, his sister momentarily forgotten. "I don't get it," he said promptly. "I thought you guys were dead-set on those rules. What changed?"

Kathy patted my leg to indicate that she wanted to take the floor. "Kids, your father and I have given this a lot of thought. But, first, let me ask you a question."

"Shoot," Sue said.

"Where do you see all of this heading?" Kathy asked. "I don't just mean with the two of you, but with all of us, the four of us."

Our children looked at each other in shared confusion for a moment and then Sue said, "We figured... well... it was like we decided last night. David and I would be able to continue having sex with each other as long as we... but you just said that those rules are being done away with." She shook her head, at a loss for an explanation. "I'm lost," she said helplessly.

"Kids, Paul and I feel that this whole thing, what you two are doing, is just too difficult to control or put limits on. You're both adults now and even though you're our children, we owe it to you to treat you like adults. So we're trusting you to make your own decisions. That said, what we saw last night inspired some... interest in us, as well."

"Interest?" David cut in. "You mean.... in US?"

"Yes."

David and Sue shared another look with each other, this time a look of knowing, and then looked back at us. "Wow," Sue said. "That was a LOT faster than we expected."

"Sue gave you a week, tops," David informed us. "I figured two," he added with a shrug.

Kathy and I blinked back at our children. "For what?" I asked.

Sue laughed lightly and stood up. "Before you guys decided to join us, silly. I knew Dad would be for it," she said with a knowing twinkle in her eyes, "but I didn't expect you to want to take the plunge so quickly, Mom." Kathy and I remained silent and continued to blink our eyes at our daughter like spooked owls. "I think this is cause for celebration," Sue said breezily. "I'll go get some wine. You want some, bro?"

David leaned back against the sofa and spread his arms across the backing leisurely. "Sure," he answered. "Why not?" He levelled his gaze at us while Sue bounced away to the kitchen. When his sister was out of earshot, he said calmly, "In case you're wondering, no. We didn't plan this. But, yeah, we sort of expected it."

"Honey," I said to my wife, "we've been snookered by our own kids."

Our son shook his head. "No, Dad. You haven't. Honest. We just figured that the temptation would be too great- for both of you. Listen, Sue and I have known for a long time that the two of you are still hot for each other, which means that you've still got a healthy sex drive. And while I don't want to seem immodest on my part, I'm fairly secure in the belief that both Susan and I are attractive people, whether we're your kids or not. Once it became known that she and I were having sex and once we got your permission to continue, we rationally came to expect that one or both of you would want to explore the road to incest yourselves."

"It only made sense," Sue said as she re-entered the room with a tray of four wine-filled glasses. She set the tray down on the coffee table in front of the TV and passed out the drinks. "Don't worry," she said as I took mine. "I'll obey the doctor's orders to the letter. No sex for me tonight." Her face pouted mischievously as she added, "Damn it." As she handed a drink to her mother, she said, "But there's nothing preventing you and David from exploring a little bit, Mom."

Kathy inhaled sharply at that and quickly began to sip her wine while I did pretty much the same thing. Both of us were so taken aback by this that we needed a moment to catch up. Sue grabbed a glass of wine for herself and one for her brother and joined him on the sofa. When she was comfortably seated next to him, they silently toasted each other, kissed quickly and then took a sip from their drinks.

When David's first sip had cleared his gullet, he broke the silence. "Y'know, sis," he said, "as much as I would like for Mom and I to... play a little tonight, I think it'd be more fun if this were a... family event. If you get my drift."

Sue nodded. "Yeah," she took another contemplative sip and nodded again. "I like it. A family orgy. Good idea."

I set down my glass and said as sarcastically as I could manage, "Maybe we should video tape it, too." I wanted to broach this subject with them gently, but I figured that the I-was-only-joking-but-why-not tactic might be more effective. I had also expected Kathy to pick up on my strategy and go with it.

To my surprise, it was Susan who enthusiastically approved of the idea. Or, perhaps it wasn't that surprising after all. At this point, it's anyone's guess. She perked up at the suggestion and smiled widely. "Yes!" she squealed. "I LOVE it, Dad! And, hey, if things fall apart down the road, no one can say they didn't want to do this because then we'd have the video tape. That's SO perfect, Dad!"

Dave poked a rib into his sister's ribcage. "I always did say you should be in pictures," he joked.

Kathy took another large gulp of her wine and said nothing. Kids: 2, Parents:0. I simply shook my head in astonishment and wore a silly grin on my face. "Actually, kids, that's kind of the point," I said. "Your mother and I did some talking last night. We weighed a lot of pro's and con's about this whole incest thing, once we both decided that we were interested in it. And, Sue, even if you were joking just now about what one of us might say in the future, we feel that it has some merit."

"We're with you, Dad," David said. "Actually, Sue and I have already written letters of confession about our own involvement, just in case." He set his glass down on the table next to mine and sat forward. "It's not that we didn't trust each other," he explained, "We just looked at it objectively. I mean, sometimes weird things happen to people. The happiest couple in the world can suddenly break up for no reason at all and families have falling outs all the time. We wanted to keep ourselves honest and keep some things sacred."

"Totally," Sue put in. "So, if you and Mom want us to sign anything, too, we'd be more than happy to. And you, too. We might still be young, but we're not stupid." She giggled. "Dave and I call it our 'pre-sexual agreement', like a pre-nup, only it's sex." She glanced at her brother tenderly. "But, to be honest, I really don't think we'll ever need it."

"Speaking of a pre-sexual agreement," Kathy cut in, "I think it's high-time that we discuss the new rules. Or, rather, my only hard-and-fast rule."

Sue's eyes brightened and sparkled. "Only one? Wow, Mom. The night's full of surprises with you." Her smile wasn't at all cruel or mean-spirited, but fun-filled and sweet. "Okay. What's the rule?"

"Well, it has to do with sleeping arrangements. Specifically, your father's and my bed. It's our bed, not yours. Both of you are welcome in our bed as long as both of us are in it, too. If one of us is out of town for some reason, we might be talked into relaxing that rule some, but we don't want you to make a habit of sleeping in our bed every night. You'd be guests in it. And you both have your own beds. You can sleep with each other in whichever bed suits you best, that's entirely up to you, but your father and I are still your parents and, in that respect, we'd still like to have our privacy." Kathy's tone of voice was calm, cool and collected, but I could feel her shudder with anxiety while she spoke. It wasn't that she was against this whole new dynamic, but she was still uncertain how we could maintain our roles as parents if we were having sex with our kids. Honestly, I found it a very healthy and reasonable concern.

I took the floor next. "And, not to put too fine a point on it, kids," I said soberly. "We will STILL be your parents, sex or no sex. Just because we'll all be sexually involved with each other doesn't mean that our role as parents is suddenly null and void. If one or both of you screw up, expect to be punished, as always. That won't change. This is still our house and as long as you live here you will be expected to follow our rules. And I can say, here and now, that sex will NOT be used as a punishment tool in this house. Neither your mother nor I are into any kind of serious kink, so if you think you're going to get off with some kind of sexy spanking or reduced sex priveleges, you will be sorely mistaken."

Dave nodded agreeably. "Totally understandable, Dad," he said. "And there's something I'd like to put out there, too." I nodded to let him have his say. "Sis," he said to Sue gently, "when you and I started this thing, we went at it pretty often. Don't think I'm complaining, because I'm not, but a few times when I said no because I had to work, you didn't really respect that and did your best to get me to change my mind. I think we should all agree that, if someone says they're not interested in having sex, then it should be immediately respected without question." He shrugged his shoulders. "Plus, sometimes, people aren't always in the mood. Sometimes it's good to just be a family without the whole sex factor thrown in. Then there's PDA's-"

"What're those?" Kathy asked.

"Hand-held computers," I told her, "but I can't see how they're relevant."

Dave and Sue both laughed at that. "No, Dad," David said with a chuckle. "I'm talking about public displays of affection- Pee-Dee-Ays."

The bashful smirk on my face said it all. "Oh," I muttered. I was embarrased simply because, back when I was a kid, we used that exact same acronym, too. I'd just forgotten it. "Right. What about them?"

"Well," Dave said with a shrug, like what his next thought was completely obvious, "we can't very well do them as a family. Kisses, hugs and... other contact has to be kept at a minimum when we're in other company or out in public, right? Whenever we leave the house, as a family, we should all remind each other of that. Especially if we have guests here at the house. I mean, before Dad found out about me and Susan, it was all we could do to keep our hands off one another when you two were around. We'd gotten so used to the time we spent alone, that it was almost natural for us to kiss in passing when you guys weren't here. I'm only guessing at this point, but I suspect we'll all have to get used to different kinds of behavior in certain company."

"Well, why don't we just make a sign or something and hang it by the door? We'll all see it before leaving the house." Susan offered.

Her brother rolled his eyes. "Oh, yeah. That'll really go over well with the dinner guests when they see the big sign next to the door that says, 'Remember: we fuck IN the house, not outside it!' Care to explain that one away, sis?"

Sufficiently chagrined, Susan smirked. "Oh. Right. Sorry. I had a blonde moment."

"Honey," I said, "you're a brunette."

"Sandy-blonde," she corrected without missing a beat. "At any rate, you're right, bro. Okay. I guess there's no easy way out of it. We'll all just have to be more alert, I guess." She said it like it was some sort of personal defeat.

"Oh, come on, Kitten," I said. "It's not the end of the world. So we have to be a little more mindful when we're around other people. So what? A lot of families do that. I mean, you don't hear families talking about an impending divorce at a nice restaurant, do you?"

Sue shrugged her shoulders, "Not often, no. All right," she conceded with a soft sigh. "I just view it as a sort of... restriction, I guess. Another rule."

"Well it's one that might keep all of our asses out of jail, young lady," Kathy said, "so I suggest you re-think it. Kids, let me be honest here: while I'm not necessarily nervous about sex with either of you, I AM concerned about the outside world. No matter what the history of incest might be, no matter how WE feel about it, the rest of the world hasn't quite got the picture yet and there's a lot of very ignorant people out there. If just ONE wrong person finds out about this, we're all in a lot of hot water, no matter what the law does or doesn't say on the topic. I love all of you and I don't want to take any unnecessary risks when we don't have to. Dave, you've brought up a good point and I for one support it completely. What happens here STAYS here. Period. We don't talk about it with anyone, we don't even HINT at it. The only way anyone outside the family should know about what we're going to be doing is if we ALL agree that they can be trusted. I put it to a vote. Dave and I are in favor. Paul?" She looked at me questioningly.

I didn't even have to think twice about it. "You got my vote," I said. I looked to my daughter expectantly.

Sue waved both her hands. "Whoa," she said. "I didn't say that I didn't think it was a good idea. Jesus! I just said that I didn't like it. Big difference. If you ask me, I think it's one of THE most important rules so far. But I DO have an unrelated question, Mom. A minute ago you said that you weren't nervous about sex with either of us. Was I included in that?"

Kathy blushed somewhat, but nodded. "Well, yeah. I mean, it's been awhile since I've been with another girl, sweetie, but yes. That is, if it doesn't bother you."

"Whoa!" Dave sat bolt upright and devoted his full attention to his mother. "You mean YOU'VE had sex with another woman? When was this?"

I couldn't help but laugh just a little at that. "Kids," I said, "your mother and I aren't the prudes you might think we are. We've both done a lot of things in the past that might surprise you."

"If you must know," Kathy said, "I met a woman in college, a friend of your father's and mine. We had a menáge á trois more than once, the three of us. But that was ages ago. I might be a little rusty."

"Well, hell," Sue almost crowed, "I'm game if you are!"

"Well you can count me out," David said with a look to me. "I'm strictly with girls. Sorry, Dad."

I cleared my throat. "Ahem. When I said that we've both done things that might surprise you, son, I wasn't talking about me being with other guys. I've never done it and have no interest in doing it."

Dave heaved a sigh of relief. "Whew. Uhm. Sorry if I jumped to any wrong conclusions there, Dad."

I shook my head and shrugged. "It's fine, Dave. I can understand the confusion. What I'm surprised about is hearing that YOU aren't bothered by the idea of being with your mother, Susan. I had no idea."

"Neither did I, for that matter," Dave added with a glance to his sister.

Susan blushed slightly. "Well... I'm not exactly bi-sexual, either, but I've experimented a little with one of the other cheerleaders on my squad, a friend of mine."

"No shit?" Dave said with surprise. "Who?"

Sue shook her head and tut-tutted. "No way, bro. If you all expect me to keep a secret in this family, I can't very well turn my back on previous obligations. It's a secret and it'll stay that way, if I have anything to do with it. I promised."

I picked up my glass of wine again and took another sip. "Okay. Back to the matter at hand. Sue, you've got three days of waiting before you can have sex again. I propose a suggestion." Everyone looked at me expectantly and waited. "For the next three days none of us do anything sexual. Honey, that means you and I do nothing in our bed but sleep and, kids, you don't touch yourselves or each other. No oral sex, no masturbation. Then, three days from now, we'll set the video camera up in this room, have a nice dinner and then we'll let the festivities begin. What do you say?" I held up my wine glass. "To three days?"

My wife, son and daughter all glanced at each other and then held up their glasses to share the toast. "Three days!" they said unanimously and we all drank to it.

When the toast was over, I said. "You know what? I think now is the perfect time for us to get the video camera out, now that I think about it. We can all make our confessions now and get it over with so that we won't have to waste any time with it on the big night." The others agreed wholeheartedly and I went to the cabinet under the TV. Within a few seconds I had the tripod, camera and sundry cables out on the floor. I immediately set myself to the task of setting the camera up while the rest of my family continued their discussion.

"God, I can hardly wait!" Sue said as I busied myself. "I mean, just the THOUGHT of it has me all fired up!" She placed her hand over her brother's lap and felt his crotch. "Looks like I'm not the only one," she sing-songed.

Dave gently lifted his sister's hand from his groin and said, "Ah-ah-ah, sis. Remember the rule: nothing sexual for three days. That means no touching me, either."

"Damn," she said with a slight pout, but her face brightened immediately after. "Ya can't blame a girl for trying, though, can you?"

I had the camera set up in record time, I think. I stood behind the lens, aimed it at the room on a wide angle, hit RECORD and announced. "It's running." I quickly left it alone and rejoined my wife on the other sofa.

Kathy took another sip from her wine glass and then set it down. "Y'know what? I think the no-touching rule is just a little too simple." She began to unbutton the blouse. "If we want to make the night REALLY hot in three days, I say we should all do everything we can to keep each other on the absolute edge. And, while I can't speak for all of you, it's going to take some getting used to for me to even think about it. I mean..." she fixed her gaze on David, "you and I will have sex for the first time in three nights' time, son. I've already seen your equipment, but you haven't seen me at all." She pulled out the tail of her blouse and finished unbuttoning it. "Aren't you a little curious to see if your old mother will even be worth the effort?"




The Talk Ch. 07



"Oh, wow!" Sue said cheerfully and clapped. "Mom, I had NO idea you could be so...."

"Naughty?" my wife said seductively. Her shirt was completely unbuttoned by then and her wonderful cleavage was now on prominent display. Her eyes never left her son's. "So how 'bout, son? Wanna see what you'll be getting soon?"

David took a long swallow of wine and then nodded. "Trust me, Mom, I have a VERY good idea of what I'll be getting in three days, but I am not one to say no when a beautiful woman wants to get naked in front of me, whether she's my mother or not." He glanced at me with an uncertain look, but went on to say, "I've been more than aware of how gorgeous you are for years, Mom. Go ahead and show me."

"Hold on," Sue said quickly and set down her glass of wine. "If Mom shows you, I think it's only fair that Dad shows me. Come on, Dad. STRIP!"

I held up my hands and said, "Hold on, hold on a minute." I looked at the camera. "My name is Paul Thompson. The woman sitting next to me is my wife, Katherine, and the two other people in this room are Susan and David, our son and daughter. Last week I learned that Susan and David have been having sex... with each other. Honey?" I looked to my wife, whose blouse still hung loosely around her shoulders and displayed her bra-clad cleavage nicely.

Kathy nodded. "When Paul told me, last night, about what our children were doing, we decided to confront the kids about it. Through the course of the discussion, we all decided that we couldn't stop our kids from being together if that was what they really wanted. We also decided that we wanted to keep the family together. Knowing full well that social conventions are contrary to our decision, both Paul and I decided to allow our children to continue having sex together. As a matter of fact, the kids put on a show for us after our talk and we watched them from start to finish. Later that night, Paul and I did some more talking and we decided that we wanted to join our kids in their... activities. A few minutes ago we told our kids that we wanted to join them and they both said that they were for it. Susan?"

Susan turned to look at the camera lens. I noticed that her cheeks were somewhat flushed from excitement and anticipation, but the rest of her seemed to be in complete control. "We're not only for it," she said, "we welcome it. At least, I do. I, Susan Christine Thompson, daughter of Katherine and Paul Thompson, am very much looking forward to having sex with BOTH my mother and father. In three days' time, when my birth-control Depo Provera-alternative takes full effect, I fully intend to do just that. I would like to state, for the record, that I was the instigator in my affair with my brother and I was never once coerced into doing anything I didn't want to do. As a matter of fact, I ENJOY fucking my brother and can't wait to do it again. And the thought of fucking Daddy almost has me creaming my pants. Dave?"

It was David's turn and he was all smiles. "My name is David Andrew Thompson. My sister asked me to have sex with her, to take her virginity, and I willfully did so. I enjoyed every minute of it and every time we did it afterward, it got even better. My sister is a fantastic lover and I fully expect that my mother with be just as good. I would also like to state, for the record, that neither Susan nor I did anything or said anything to convince our parents to participate in what we've done. We love them and we obey them, as any good children should. And when they said that they wanted to join us, I, for one, was overjoyed. Did we expect it? Sure, a little, but only because we know that our parents are open-minded people who love sex with each other. We wanted them to join us, but we never asked them to. None of us put any conditions on our love for each other." He looked at all of us, one at a time, with kind, gentle eyes. "This is my family and, right or wrong, we love each other. That we all have sex with each other does not, in any way, mean that we are sick or unhealthy. We all know what we are doing and support it completely. So far, only Susan and I have had sex. We haven't gotten involved with our parents yet.... but we will."

"And, so, without further ado," Kathy said, "we'll start things off right. We have to wait three days until Sue's birth-control starts working properly and we've all agreed to not touch ourselves or others in a sexual manner until that day. But! We've still got to get used to the idea of seeing each other as sexual beings. In keeping with that, I and my husband will be taking our clothes off in front of the kids, since we got to see them naked last night. So..." she bumped me slightly with her hip as she stood up, "let the cameras roll and the games begin."

Kathy rose to her full height and began to seductively take off her blouse while she stared at her son. I stood up behind her and helped her take the garment off. As soon as her hands left the sleeves, I pulled my own shirt off and began to unfasten the snap on Kathy's bra. "Keep your eyes peeled, son, because you're about to see the nicest pair of tits I've ever laid eyes on."

"Believe me, Dad," David said as he licked his lips hungrily, "I'm watching."

"We're BOTH watching!" Susan chimed in as she rubbed her thighs together with excitement. "God, this is so hot! Does anyone mind if I get naked, too?"

We all murmured our consent as I released the clasp on Kathy's bra. I gently pulled my wife's bra straps away from her shoulders and she let the piece of clothing fall to her feet. While I turned my attention to my belt buckle, Kathy held up her breasts for all to see. "Well, Dave? What do you think? Do your mom's old tits still look as good as you expected?"

Dave smiled wolfishly. "You look fantastic, Mom. Don't ever think of yourself as anything but beautiful. You're not old, either. Don't say that about yourself."

"No doubt!" Susan agreed as she lifted her skirt over her head. I was surprised to see that, while she wore a bra, she didn't have on any panties. Her shaven mound glistened in the overhead lighting of the TV room and pussy juice already flowed freely down her thighs. When she saw that my gaze was focused there, she giggled. "See? I TOLD you I could hardly wait. I'm so horny now that I could probably fuck the both of you at once and ask you to make me another brother, so that his cock could join the two of yours inside me!"

I unbuttoned my pants and laughed. "Sorry, honey, but that couldn't happen even if we all wanted it to. I'm fixed. No more kids for your mother and I."

"Oooo!" Sue replied. "That's right! I totally forgot about that. So... I guess that means in three days, when you fuck me for the first time, you'll be able to cum inside me, right? So why did I bother with getting the shot?"

"Your brother," Kathy answered quickly as she lowered her skirt off her hips. She wore thong panties which, by that point, had been soaked through with her own juices. She followed her son's gaze to her crotch and smiled wickedly when their eyes met. "He ISN'T shooting blanks. Luckily, I'm not able to have kids anymore, either, so you had damned well BETTER cum inside me. Got that, son?"

David visibly gulped when he heard that. "Dear God, if this talk doesn't kill me, the thought of cumming inside my own mother surely will. Yes, ma'am, I'll do exactly as I'm told." Then he looked up at his sister as she leisurely dropped her bra to the floor. Now she was clad only in her shoes and socks and looked utterly exquisite. "Hey, Sue. Did you mean that? You think you could take Dad and me at the same time? Two dicks in one pussy. That's an awfully tight fit."

Susan shuddered at that thought. "I hadn't really thought of it that way," she said breathlessly, "but I'm game to try if you two are." She leaned her head back and sighed. "God, I'm close to cumming right now, just thinking about it. Imagine the two of you inside my pussy at the same time, shooting into me. Oooooo. We are going to have SO much fun!"

I lowered my pants and boxers at the same time and let my hard-on spring free so that my daughter could feast her eyes on it. She squealed delightedly at the sight and bounced up and down, like the cheerleader that she is. I held my cock up for Sue's open visual inspection and said, "While I don't find sex with another man appealing, I think that I could go along with that. If you're game to try it, son, I'll give it a... shot. Pun intended." I winked at my daughter as she continued to openly ogle my manhood from across the room.

David shrugged. His eyes still hadn't left his mother's body as she posed for him seductively. He hadn't bothered to disrobe, but the massive bulge in his pants was indication enough that he desperately wanted some release. "I didn't say no to Sue before and I'm not about to start now." He drew his hand across his chin in anticipation of what he would see next, like a man about to eat a full-course meal after having been on a fast for a week. "If Sue wants it, I'll try it."

Susan jumped up and down for joy, her breasts bouncing with her effort. Her perfect little nipples were hard as erasers and her areolae looked positively puffy and delectible. I could hardly wait to get my lips on them and privately lamented the fact that I couldn't touch her, not yet. "Oh yes!" she cried. "Yes! That'll be SO cool! My brother and father are going to fill me with their cum at the same time! Oh, this is going to be so fucking hot! And, Dad, look at you! Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting to see that thing? I mean, look at it! It's beautiful! I can hardly wait to feel it inside me alongside David's." She sat down then and watched her mother.

Kathy turned around and leaned over the sofa, her ass high up in the air. One of the most incredible things about my wife is that, even though she's in her late-thirties, she has managed to keep herself very trim and fit. There isn't an ounce of fat on her wonderful body that she doesn't want there. Her thighs and legs, even now, look as fantastic as they did when I first met her. "What about me?" she asked with a throaty voice. "Won't I get any of that action?" She reached behind herself and shoved her panties down to her knees, which put her nicely-trimmed pussy on display for our son, whose eyes practically popped out of his head when he saw it. "If Susan gets to have both of you, so should I. Right?"

Susan froze where she sat as her eyes fell on her mother's exposed pussy and her jaw dropped open. "Oh. My. God," she breathed. "Mom, if I had a dick, I'd fuck you silly right now."

I laughed at that and said, "In that case, you should consider yourself lucky, son. And, hey, why exactly aren't you joining us? We're all naked now except for you," I observed. Not that I minded, though. If I had to be the only man naked in the room, I couldn't complain about the company I was keeping- my wife and daughter looked absolutely flawless in their nudity. I was doubly-glad that the video camera was still on RECORD, if only to document such perfection. I glanced down at my wife and saw that she had set herself to rocking her hips side-to-side, which made the folds of her dampening pussy open and close provocatively while she looked at Dave and Sue from over her shoulder.

Dave blushed at the question and crossed his legs. "The truth, Dad, is that, if I take my clothes off now, I might be tempted to break the rules. And I don't want to do that. I'm so hard right now that I could probably bat one out of Wrigley Park."

"Oooo!" Susan cooed. "Lemme see!" She reached for his pants, but he swatted her hands away quickly.

"No touching!" he said quickly. "And, besides, I'm on a hair trigger. One touch is all it'd take for me. I'm in sensory overload as it is. Mom, I thought that Sue was the hottest girl I'd ever been with, but even though we haven't done anything yet, I can honestly say that the two of you will both hold first place, hands down."

"And legs up, I hope," my wife quipped. She turned around to take a bow. "Thank you, son. That was exactly the right thing to say. But you still haven't answered my question. If you and your father are going to put both of your cocks into Sue, will you do the same to me?" She ran her hand down her belly slowly and took it away before she could reach her dripping mound. "Please?" Dave was so stunned that he couldn't speak and just sat there, drooling. Kathy pushed the envelope even further. "Tell you what: if you do, I'll be sure to suck your cum from Sue's pussy, if she'll let me. And offer the same treat to her, if she'll have it."

"OH FUCK!" Susan cried out. She suddenly flopped down on the sofa next to her brother, rolled her eyes back and began to literally vibrate. Her hands involuntarily roamed over her entire body and Dave watched slack-jawed while she succumbed to an intense orgasm beside him. Sue continued to writhe and moaned, "Somebody PLEASE fuck me! I CAN'T STAND IT!"

My son stared at his sister and looked like he was about to explode with frustration. I could see the conflict on his face as he fought down the urge to do as his sister asked. "Three days. Three days. Three days," he muttered to himself as he wrung his hands furtively.

I looked my wife with a huge grin on my face and said, "Honey, you are evil."

Kathy just blinked at me innocently and said, "What? Do you think I didn't mean it?"

I laughed at that and said, "Oh, no. I KNOW you meant it. But the kids can take only so much mental stimulation before they pass out. You and I have been around the block a few times. We can handle it. They, on the other hand, are literally fit to be tied. Well... Sue is, anyway." I jerked my thumb at our daughter, who still writhed in frustrated ecstacy on the couch next to her brother while he looked on in bewilderment.

Kathy shrugged and said, "All right. I'll tone it down a bit. But, in my defense, I think keeping them on edge is a superb idea."

"I never said it wasn't," I replied, "but too much of a good thing can lead to a coma for these two. And remember, you and I have got to share a bed together still. You keep talking like that and I might end up breaking a rule or two. Can't have that, can we?" She started to retort, but decided to keep her mouth shut for the moment. I went over to my daughter and held her hand. "Sue, honey? Are you okay?"

Her eyes fluttered open and, immediately, locked onto the sight of my cock as it bobbed in front of her. She started to reach for it, but jerked her hand away just as quickly at the last second. "Please, Daddy. Please. Just this once. Fuck me. Now. I need it. Pleeeeease?" she pleaded. "Just put it in for a few minutes. You don't have to cum."

I shook my head, her hand still held in mine, and said, "Trust me, Kitten, I want to more than anything in the world, but in your case, we can't break the rules at all, not even for a second. If I even START now, I won't be able to stop. And you aren't safe for sex for another three days." She groaned at that. "C'mon, sweetheart. Stand up. On your feet, now. C'mon." I pulled gently on her hand to get her back on her feet. I knew that, once she was standing, she be able to recover from her orgasm a little more quickly.

Reluctantly, she stood up and hugged me. I felt the wetness of her shaven pussy as my cock briefly rubbed against her lips and it took every ounce of self control to not take her then and there, but I was the adult and I had to set a good example for my kids. No matter how much I wanted to- and, dear God, I DESPERATELY wanted to- I could not fuck my daughter. Not yet. I found myself mentally repeating the same two words that my son had said just a moment before. Three days, three days, three days... just hold out for three days and then you'll do things to this beautiful young woman that will make YOUR head spin. Just hold on for three more days. I held Sue in my arms and felt her begin to come back to earth. "You don't have a prayer, Daddy," she whispered in my ear. "When we finally do it, we're going to fuck like bunnies. Have you ever fucked a cheerleader, Dad?"

I quickly let go of my daughter like I had held molten lava in my arms and stood back from her. "Honey, no. I've never fucked a cheerleader, but so help me God, I'm looking forward to the fact that you'll be my first." I glanced over at the video camera, desperate for something else to focus my attention on or else I definitely WOULD break the rules. "I think we've all got what we need for the camera. I might as well shut it off, hmm?"

David stood up next and said, "Uhm. I think I need a cold shower. Now." He made for the door to the kitchen quickly and stopped long enough to turn and say, "Do any of you know how much I love you?"

Kathy, still naked and glowing brightly with sexual energy, was the one to answer, "I have a good idea, but I think, in three days, we'll all know it beyond a shadow of a doubt."

Dave let out a low groan and took that as his cue to leave without another word.

Sue laughed lightly at her brother's behavior. "God, I don't think I've ever seen him so turned on," she noted with good humor. "Mom, you're something else, you know that?"

Kathy smiled appreciatively and went to our daughter. "Sweetie, if you ever wonder where you got your sex drive from, just look to me. You will find that I am as horny as they come, once I get started. And I'm sure that you're no different in that regard. Anyway, I guess I should be thanking you. After all, you're the one who got this whole thing kick-started with that talk about incest a few weeks back. Now, tell me honestly: were you and your brother fucking each other before or after that talk?"

Susan bit her lip and looked at me. I stood behind the camera, having just shut it off, and watched her carefully. From what she'd told me after I discovered her and Dave, the kids started their affair about a week after the talk. "Before," she said quietly. I raised my eye brows at her in surprise. This was the first real lie that she'd ever told me, to the best of my knowledge. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm really, really, really sorry."

I stared at her for several long seconds and, finally shrugged my shoulders. "What's done is done," I said simply. I let it go at that. Part of me was somewhat disappointed that she'd lied to me, but, in light of recent events, I seriously doubted that it would have changed much of anything. I hadn't even stopped to realize how convincing her lie had been, in the first place.

Kathy gently held our daughter's chin to face her. "All right, then," she said. "In the grand scheme of things, it doesn't really make much of a difference, but the fact of the matter is that you lied to your father. Driving priveleges are revoked for the rest of the week. Understood?"

Sue nodded shamefacedly, still naked except for her shoes and socks, in front of her mother, and cast her eyes downward. "Yes, Mom. I'm sorry."

Kathy glanced at me, a playful twinkle in her eyes, and then looked back at our daughter. She pulled her chin back up and, to my amazement, kissed her. And it wasn't the kind of kiss a mother gives a daughter, either. It was a powerful, lustful kiss which took Susan and me by complete surprise. When their lips parted, she said, "Thanks for getting this ball rolling, sweetie. Now go to your room and get cleaned up." She kissed her again, more chastely this time, and Susan left us alone in the TV room. When Sue was gone, my wife looked at me mischieviously. "And what punishment do I get for breaking the rules?" she asked.

I shook my head in amusement and walked over to her. "Nothing," I said. "I think, under the circumstances, that it can be forgiven. This time." I kissed her the way a husband kisses his wife without sex being the sole purpose, lovingly and appreciatively. "You know, she's right. You really are something, hon."




The Talk Ch. 07



She kissed me back and hugged me close, both of us nude, and laughed. "You know it, buster. Now, let's get to bed and get some sleep. The sooner these next three days are over, the happier we'll all be."



The Talk Ch. 08



Author's note: I know, I know- you all have been waiting for EVER for this one to come out. I'm sorry it took so long. Truth be told, I had a hard time writing it. But it's finally done. I'm not sure that I will continue with the series, though, since we've all pretty done what was set out to BE done. This family, I think, has seen its last adventure here at Lit-E. I'm glad that you all enjoyed it so far and if you REALLY like it, please let me know by making comments in the Public Comments section and, of course, by voting.

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction that deals with the topic of incest. All fictional participants are depicted as being eighteen years of age or older. While incest IS a reality in many parts of this world, it is considered illegal in other parts. This story is not meant to condone or support the act of incest and should not be looked upon as such.

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"Are we really ready for this, Paul?" Kathy asked me after we'd all adjourned for bed on that first night of our three-day wait. It was all we could do, then, to not attack each other in an all-out sexual assault and Kathy never looked more appealing than at that moment. She was naked and lay on her side of the bed with a book in hand. She set the book aside on her nightstand and looked at me with very troubled eyes.

I sat atop the bedsheets and looked down towards the foot of the bed, where my feet stuck upright and noted that the air seemed a lot cooler than normal. "I am, honey," I answered her, "Aren't you?"

Kathy shrugged and then crossed her arms. "I am, I guess, for a little while. But, then, there are just a few seconds, every once in a while, when I'm not so sure. It's like I keep wondering when I'm going to wake up and find out that all of this has been some sort of surreal dream."

I chuckled at that. "Your dream or mine? If it's mine, then it MUST be real because, lemme tell you, my feet are freezing. Did someone turn on the AC? It's supposed to get down to fifty degrees outside tonight."

Kathy sighed. "I did," she said. "I thought it would be a good idea at the time to make things a little chillier than normal in here."

"What? Why?"

"So that Sue's and my nipples would stay constantly hard," she explained. She covered her breasts with her hands and took a sharp breath. "I guess it wasn't such a bright idea after all," she said with a wry grin. "They're hard all right. Like diamonds. They're also sore. Maybe I should make it a little warmer?" She started to get up from the bed.

I moved quicker, though, and said, "Don't worry. I'll do it. Nice idea on the surface, hon, but maybe not that well planned." I flashed a smile at her, which she returned sweetly. Before I left to turn the heat on, I said, "Honey, maybe the next three days will do us all some good. Yes, we'll all tease each other mercilessly, but the no-touching rule might help us to think things through some. We've got time to really decide if we're all ready for this next step. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. I'll admit that I still have every intention of having sex with Sue, but if you really find yourself uncomfortable with even that, I'd agree not to. I'm not going to force anyone's hand here." I felt a shiver begin to creep its way through my spine and held up my finger to my wife, a signal that whatever she had to say in response should wait until I get the heat on. I quickly tip-toed, completely nude, to the thermostat and began to fiddle with the temperature guage.

Just as I switched the AC off, a light in the hallway came on and Sue stepped out of her room. "Daddy?" she asked quietly. She was gloriously naked. There was no air of eroticism to this fact, but it was still something of a surprise to see for me. The dutiful father in me was almost about to demand that she get her clothes on, but I bit my tongue- I had to get used to this kind of thing eventually and I might as well start now. Besides, I was naked, too, so it was only fair.

"Oh. Uhm, hi, Kitten. Don't mind me. I was just turning off the AC. Is anything wrong?"

She smiled at me and shook her head. "Nope. Nothing. I just heard a noise and wanted to find out who it was." She paused a moment to take in my nudity and smiled as her eyes fell on my groin. "Lookin' good, Dad. Shrinkage and all. Doesn't that thing grow if you get it wet?"

I looked down at myself and saw that, indeed, my penis had shriveled up to practically nothing in the cold air. I looked back up at her with a wry grin on my face. "Ha-ha, Kitten. You know it does. Now go back to bed, honey."

My daughter nodded and idly scratched her hair. Her bounteous breasts bobbed with the effort. "All right, all right. G'night, Dad." She blew me a kiss and receded back into the darkness of her room. Her beautiful face was framed in the doorway as she smiled at me wanly.

"G'night, Sue. See you in the morning." She closed the door and I hurriedly went back to the master bedroom to continue the conversation with my wife. I found Kathy still in our bed, but she had crawled under the covers while I was gone. "Miss me?" I asked her as I quickly made my way to my side of the bed.

"I thought I heard Sue's voice out there," Kathy commented.

"You did," I said. "She heard me messing around with the thermostat and came out to investigate. No big deal."

"Was she naked?" my wife asked pointedly.

"As the day she was born," I answered blithely. I thought it interesting that she would make that her first question in regards to our daughter. She didn't ask after her safety or if she'd come out of Dave's room. She asked if I had seen our daughter naked. The subtext was: did you see her naked ALONE and were you able to keep your hands to yourself?

Kathy was silent for a moment and then said, "Y'know, it's funny you should say that. 'As the day she was born,' that is. I mean... do you still remember the day she was born?"

I looked at my wife strangely. "Of course I do," I said. "No self-respecting parent could forget a day like that."

"Well... the first time you held her in your arms, did you ever think that, one day, eighteen years later, you'd end up fucking her with my permission? She looked so cute and golden and innocent then. Naked as a jay-bird, but not at all sexy. She was our precious little baby girl and now... now, both of us are lusting after that very same person." She turned to face me fully and the sheets crinkled slightly with the motion, the sound of linen over naked flesh, the sweetest sound in the world as far as I was concerned. I looked back at her. "I mean, I know I never thought that, when Dave was born, I would...." she started. "But look at us now. In three days this house is going to change completely. The walls will still be the same and so will the furniture, but something fundamental about the way we all live will be changed forever."

I looked at my wife with grave concern. "Kathy, are you having second thoughts?"

Kathy took a long moment to answer as she pondered the question and then said, with a sigh, "No, I guess not. I'm just still amazed at how much things have changed so quickly. Despite everything, I'm still eager to see where this all leads us, but I'm still a little scared, too." She held my gaze and said, "I grounded our daughter for lying to you about when she first had sex with her brother. How surreal is THAT?"

I turned to face her bodily and said, "Listen, honey, you're right: there's a LOT of changes going on around here. And I'll admit that some of them are very difficult to adjust to. Hell, we'll both probably still be reeling from all of this for weeks from now. But we're still their parents and we still have a duty to them. We still have to discipline them and teach them right from wrong, right? We have to continue to be the leaders here. Grounding them when they make mistakes will still be our responsibility, regardless of how strange the reasons might be. And we can't just snap our fingers and act like none of this has happened. That would be even more detrimental to the entire family unit and you know it." I fixed her with a serious gaze. "Don't you?"

"Yes," she said readily. "I do. I DO know it, but it's just a lot to take in. I find myself worried that, one day, Dave is going to come home from work and I'll be in the kitchen, right? And I'll be naked because, let's be honest, that's more than likely going to be the mode of dress around here in the very near future. And I'll be doing something innocent like cleaning out the oven and he'll decide that he's feeling a little horny and he'll just up and start fucking me then and there."

I stared at my wife with awe and slowly said, "And this would be a bad thing because.....?"

Kathy sighed with exasperation. "Because I might want to REALLY get that oven clean. Or I might not be in the mood for sex right then. Or I might bang my head on the oven door in surprise at feeling my son's cock suddenly push inside me. Or I might be annoyed that he felt like he could just do that without asking." She took a breath and then went on. "Do you see what I mean? Where will the boundaries be? Will I come home one day to find you fucking Susan right after her cheerleader practice?"

I smirked playfully and said, "Well, the idea hadn't crossed my mind yet, but now that you mention it, I certainly hope so."

Kathy's face fell into a slight, disappointed frown. "Paul, please. Be serious for just one minute here." The smile quickly faded from my lips and I nodded gravely for her to go on. "What I'm trying to get at here, Paul, is that while I know that WE will still be the parents here, I'm concerned that the kids might forget that. That's part of the reason why I grounded Sue for such a little thing like telling you a small, white lie. I don't think we should allow them to forget that we're still their parents and what we say goes."

I thought about that for a few seconds and then began to realize what my wife had tried to express. "You're worried about issues of control," I stated plainly. "And I think you've got a valid concern there. All right. No matter what happens in the future, I'll do everything I can to help you maintain control around here. That means that we'll have to be a little more strict about MORAL issues with the kids, even while certain other issues become relaxed around the house, but I think it's a fair trade-off." 

Kathy seemed very relieved to hear that. She visibly relaxed and kissed me chastely. "Thank you, sweetheart," she said. "Believe it or not, you've just taken a huge weight from around my shoulders. And if it wasn't for this damned no-touching rule of ours, I'd thank you properly." She pulled away, though, and said, "Now... I think it'd be best if we just call it a day before we let things go too far and end up breaking that rule. Good night, Paul." She paused to gaze at me appreciatively, turned over in our bed and clicked off the light on the nightstand next to her side of the bed.

I smiled down at my wife in the darkness and then followed suit. Within moments we both fell soundly asleep, both of us more drained from the day's events than either of us could have imagined.

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We were in the living room when it happened. I and my family were gathered together, all of us naked, and the lights were low while a spotlight from the video camera covered us in a bright white glow. My daughter was beneath me, her legs spread wide and her thighs wet with anticipation, while her mother lay next to her and writhed in tormented desire for our son. I looked to my left and there he was, my son, and he smiled at me.

"Ready, son?" I asked him.

He nodded and looked down at his mother. Then he looked back at me and said, "I represent the deepest desires of an unfulfilled youth, Dad."

A man walked through the room, a cell phone attached to his ear while he juggled golf balls. "Can you hear me now?" he asked a disembodied voice. "Good," he said promptly. He stopped to regard us and then affixed me with a steady gaze. "I'm talking to you, but you're not listening. Can you hear me now?" A bubble formed over his head with words like cartoon letters which appeared out of thin air and read, "Id."

I nodded silently at him.

"Good," he said in response and then walked through the fireplace. The flames leapt up at his heels as he cried out, "Diagon Alley!" and then disappearred in a burst of flame.

I looked back down at my daughter and saw that, even though her body was unchanged, my head now stood atop her shoulders. "It won't be like the first time," I said to myself in her voice. "It's more like a fishing trip."

"With the one-eyed trout," I replied and then inserted my penis into her sodden pussy without ceremony. As soon as I was seated inside her body, she disappeared. I looked over to my wife, whose head now was identical to the one I see in the mirror every morning. "Which one will set the bolt?" I asked her.

"I am not your past," she answered. "I serve two masters now." She clapped her hands at me once and a butterfly fluttered out from within them. Suddenly, a steady flow of butterflies leapt from her fingertips and the beat of their wings said to me, as they floated past me, "We are two and we are one. Share and share alike."

"Eureka!" I heard myself shout from my left. I looked over to where my son should have been and, there he was, but his head had also been replaced by mine. In a heartbeat, I became him and found myself in his place even though I had not moved. I shouted out, "Eat it!" and then floated up through the ceiling after the butterflies while my wife's body turned into smoke beneath me. I looked down at my cock and saw that it was no longer there, replaced by nothing more than a flat valley of skin where it should have been. "Drink it!" the valley of skin demanded.

The wisp of smoke that had been my wife circled around me and I saw our house below, but it had no roof. Each member of my family, I could see clearly, slept soundly in their beds and I saw my wife throw her arm over my body as she turned in our bed.

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Suddenly I was awake and sat up. I blinked my eyes groggily, looked around myself in the dim morning light and then glanced over at the alarm clock. It had not yet turned to 6 AM. The birds outside by the pool chirped happily and greeted the day the way that birds usually do. I looked over at my wife and saw that she was still fast asleep beside me, as naked as she had been when we went to bed the night before, and her arm lay serenely in the spot where I had just been. She looked so peaceful and lovely in that low morning light and I decided, then, to leave her be. As the last vestiges of my strange dream began to drift and recede back into the place where broken dreams go, I numbly realized what day it was. Three days had passed since I and my family had recorded our "confessions" in the TV room.

What a wild three days it had been! When Dave wasn't at work, he was home and more talkative than I ever remember him being. Actually, we all talked a fair bit. Most of the conversations centered around what we wanted to do when "the big day" finally rolled around, in order to keep us all on the very edge of sexual frenzy. Clothing had quickly become an optional thing around the house during those three days. I mostly wore boxers, but Kathy and Sue made it clear that clothes worn in certain ways could be ten times sexier than sheer nudity. Dave, for his part, elected to let himself hang free almost all the time and was rather proud to strut his stuff in front of his mother and sister whenever he had a hard-on.

Sue's favorite attire during those three days was nothing more than a t-shirt or tank-top. Panties, however, had suddenly become verboten to her. She often made a point of it to bend over whenever either Dave or I were nearby or, if she happened to be seated, she would deftly raise one of her legs so that her pussy could be seen clearly. Both she and Kathy would slyly run their fingers through their pussy lips and gently tap their clitorises and say things like, "Do you feel a draft?" or whatever else came to mind which would get my or Dave's attention. Of course, it wasn't like they had to really put out much effort for me or my son to take notice- we were both supremely aware of the girls' presence at all times and took every opportunity to enjoy whatever the girls might show us.

The sexual energy in that house, for three solid days, had been almost electric in its palpability. There were times when one or all of us would have to simply take refuge in our own rooms in order to calm down and regain our composure. Amazingly enough, there was no sexual contact between any of us the whole time, even though we all desperately wanted and yearned for relief. To sleep with my wife at night was nothing short of agonizing. We both slept in the nude and, whenever our bodies accidentally touched, we would quickly come awake and reluctantly move away from each other. It put all of us on a short fuse, to say the least. I can't speak for Dave and Sue, but I would like to think that they both showed some discipline and avoided touching each other during that time. Admittedly, I couldn't have blamed them if they'd succumbed to their desires, though- that kind of sexual frustration had nearly driven me, a full-grown adult who had learned how to master his desires, to the very edge of my limits. How the kids managed to control their urges, in their late teens, was beyond me. Nevertheless, neither one of them made any strange noises at night and both seemed to be just as on-edge as Kathy and I.

And Kathy, I think, seemed to bear the greatest burden of all. Over the last few weeks I had been afforded the chance to really consider my feelings about incest and sex in general. I'd been able to come to terms with my desires and see them objectively. My wife, however, hadn't been so fortunate. In many ways, she was still catching up to the rest of her family. Not a week before, she had only just learned about our children's sexual activities. That, alone, had been rather difficult for her to come to terms with. Then, less than twenty-four hours later, she and I decided to let the taboo of incest flourish in our home completely. There were moments when all the sexual teasing seemed quite fun to her, but there were other moments when she looked like she was about to have second thoughts and call the whole thing quits. To see her son behave so aggressively, I think, was both a shock and a turn-on for her. She couldn't dismiss the fact that she had suddenly become the focus of her son's sexual ardor and attention, which undoubtedly made her feel quite attractive, but it was that same fact which served to give her pause from time to time.

For myself, I decided to just relax and not get caught up in fear or self-doubt. I knew that I enjoyed the sight of my daughter whenever she was around and I certainly never got tired of seeing my wife in the nude. To see Dave in the buff all of the time took some getting used to, since I wasn't really accustomed to seeing male nudity on such a frequent basis, but I generally avoided glancing at his groin. Clearly Susan and Kathy didn't mind seeing him naked, so as long as no one else complained, I didn't. I don't exactly know why I kept my boxers on so much, though. I suppose it was my own attempt to maintain control over myself. I mean, there was a policy of restraint over the entire family for those few days. Maybe I felt that, if I allowed myself to stay nude all the time, my desires and lust for my daughter or wife might get the best of me.

To be fair, it wasn't a complete tease-fest ALL of the time. Sometimes Sue and I would play chess in the living room and simply talk about blasé things like history or politics. Kathy still took a few hours out of every day to check up on her bed & breakfast business. Dave would often sit down on the couch in the TV room to watch the boob-tube or read a book in relative peace. We all still did the normal, casual things that we always did. The only real difference was that, when we did these things, we started to do them in the nude or near-nudity. In actuality, those three days served to let all of us become accustomed to each other in this new way. I remember a patient of mine from a few years back who used to work as a bouncer at a strip club. He told me that, for the first few days, he could hardly keep his eyes off the parade of flesh around him. But, after he'd seen all of the strippers in their various forms of undress more times than he could count, he became desensitized to nudity in general and hardly even noticed it anymore. By the time the three days of waiting was over in my house, I could attest that seeing my daughter naked, while pleasant, was no longer a shock to my system- it was practically normal now.




The Talk Ch. 08



So, now that I was fully awake, I decided that I might as well start my day. I carefully got out of bed, taking great care to not wake up my wife as I did so, and walked into the kitchen. The first order of business for me on ANY day is to make myself a pot of coffee and wake up with a warm cup of joe in my hand. I started the coffee machine and, as I had my head stuck in the fridge to retrieve the Half & Half, I heard my daughter's voice.

"Mmmm," she cooed. "Coffee. Mom was right. You DO know how to please a woman."

I stood up from the fridge to look at my daughter and saw, not surprisingly, that she was dressed scantily in a baby-doll nightie. The garment was made of a very thin material that left little-to-nothing to the imagination. I could clearly see her nipples and her shaven pussy lips through the fabric, but the fact that the material was the only thing that separated her skin from the cool morning air seemed all the more tantalizing. Her short frame looked utterly perfect in the morning light and her sandy-blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail. Her blue eyes were still a little bleary from sleep, but she wore the most spectacular smile on her face. "Morning, Kitten," I greeted her with a fatherly smile. "You're up awfully early, aren't you?"

She walked past me, straight for the cupboard, and pulled out a coffee mug for herself. Now armed to face the day, she turned to me, still smiling, and kissed me lightly on my cheek. "Yep," she said. "No school today. Teacher's conference of some sort. Normally, I'd sleep in, but I thought I'd get an early start. Big day an' all." She wagged her eyebrows at me playfully and then made her way to the coffee machine.

As I watched Sue fill her cup with the brown elixir, I had to admire her casual beauty. She was so at ease and relaxed that I just couldn't imagine how a man such as myself could have been so lucky to be blessed with such a wonderful daughter. Her physical beauty, while extraordinary, was nothing compared to the beauty of her heart and mind. At all times she has been nothing but accepting and graceful, even when she feels passionate about something. Her inherent beauty, aside from her physical attributes, were definitely the legacy of her mother. Kathy may be an emotional tornado sometimes, but she has always been graceful under fire. Sue is much the same way and that, above all else, is one of the reasons I so dearly love her.

My daughter idly reached behind herself and scratched a spot just above her perfect derriere as she poured sugar into her coffee. Then she turned around, her hand outstretched and her breasts jiggling slightly, and said, "Daddy? Can I have some of your cream, please?"

I looked down at the pint of creamer in my hand stupidly, shook myself out of my reverie and handed it to her. "Sorry. I was distracted," I mumbled. I dully noted that I had begun to sport a rather impressive erection.

Sue smiled warmly. "No need to apologize, Daddy. Go ahead and look if you want. I don't mind. I mean, after this last week, what can it hurt?" She unworriedly turned back around and poured some creamer into her coffee, took the mug to the kitchen table and sat down as she blew gently on the hot coffee before taking a sip. "Maybe, in the future, when I ask for cream, you'll think it through a little more clearly. I prefer my daddy's milk from the tap." She eyed my erection playfully and then cast a smoldering look up at me.

I gulped, got myself a mug of coffee, too, and joined her at the table a few seconds later. We sat and enjoyed the morning stillness in peaceful silence while we savored each sip of coffee. Occasionally, we would look at each other and smile and then resume our drinking, not saying a word. Finally, after my eyes began to brighten a bit and wakefulness had completely embraced me, I left her alone for just a moment to get out our chess set. As I approached the table, chess set in hand, Sue beamed a smile at me and I said, "So... since you don't have any school today, what are your plans?"

Sue took another quiet sip of coffee and then answered, "I don't know, really. I think Dave managed to get the day off from work, too, so I was thinking that we might get things started early. If that's okay with you and Mom, that is." I held a black piece and a white piece in each hand, hid them behind my back and waited. "Left," she said. I held my left hand out to her and offered the white Queen. She took it from me and, rather impulsively, grabbed hold of my hand, pulled it to her lips and kissed my fingertips. When she was done, she released my palm and smiled coyly at me.

I took a deep breath as I fought for control over my body's single-minded desire to fuck my daughter then and there. My erection was almost painful now as it twitched and bobbed with rage and it began to slowly drool precum. "So... obviously, you're still okay with this, with our plans. You still want to go through with it?" I sat back down in my seat, fully aware of the fact that Sue was watching my drooling cock the way a tigress watches her prey.

Sue put down her mug and locked her eyes with mine. "Dad, I've been waiting for this a lot longer than just three days. I'm ready now, more than ever." When I didn't respond, she asked, "You're not gonna back out on me, are you?"

I set down my own cup and pushed it to the side for a moment. When I looked up to my daughter's eyes I saw that she seemed almost afraid of what my answer would be. I shook my head. "No, Kitten. I'm not backing out on you. I'm just... before, it was all just some abstract possibility, something exciting and new to think about and look forward to. But now..."

"It's really real," she finished for me.

"Yeah," I said glumly. "After today it isn't going to be just a fantasy or possibility. It'll be a reality. I'm not really scared or anything, but I'm just worried that... that... that it'll be as good as I imagine it to be."

Sue reached across the kitchen table and gently took my hand in hers. "Dad, don't you think I have the same concern? I mean, you're right. Three days ago this was all just some hot and heavy talk. It was VERY exciting. And today we'll actually do it. All of us, provided Mom or Dave don't back out. Will it be as good as any of us hope it'll be? I don't know, but I DO know that all of us are horny like mad. The slightest touch in the right spot could have me writhing on the floor right now, and I still haven't completely woken up yet. I'm pretty sure that Mom and Dave are in the same boat. We've been building up to this, Dad. I'd hate to think that any of us are too chickenshit to go through with it. I mean, what have the last three days been for? Why did I go get that shot? We've done too much to turn back now. Haven't we?"

I looked back down at the empty chess board in deep thought and then looked back to my daughter. She no longer seemed like the wild, sexy teenager I knew her to be. The woman who sat before me was mature, intelligent and confident. She knew what she wanted and was aware of herself in ways that not many people her age are. Sue stared back at me with loving, gentle eyes and smiled while the morning sun fell upon her shoulders and created a sort of halo around her beautiful face. She was so absolutely stunning at that moment that I was almost moved to tears. "I love you, Kitten. You know that, don't you?"

Sue's eyes smiled almost as brightly as the rest of her face and she squeezed my hand warmly. "Of course I do, Daddy. I love you, too. Always have and I always will. You're the best Dad any girl could ever hope for. Ever."

"You're not just saying that because... because we're... because we're going to have sex in the near future? You honestly mean it?"

My daughter stood up, leaned across the table and kissed me. Her kiss wasn't passionate or lust-filled. It was soft and gentle and sweet and utterly romantic, like she was saying "thank you" and "I love you" and "you're silly" all with just a single buss on the lips. Her tongue never darted into mine and she never let go of my hand while she held my rapt attention with her kiss. When she parted a few seconds later, she said, "You are my father and I can't imagine a better man in this world. Period. Mom's a very lucky lady." She picked up her coffee mug and said, "I think I'm going to forfeit the game preemptively. Sorry, Daddy, but I really need to go take a shower and get ready for the day." She blew me a kiss and walked out of the kitchen to leave me with my thoughts.

I quietly sipped my coffee for several more minutes as I stared at the unset chess board and thought about what the day would bring. I wasn't sure of anything anymore. Did I want to go through with this? Was I more frightened than I knew? Now that the day was upon us, COULD we go through with our plans? I was at a loss, still waking up and reeling from the wonderful kiss my daughter had given me. I couldn't think yet, not completely, but I was certain that I really, really, really liked that kiss and if there were more to be had before I died, I would do anything to get more of the same.

Kathy woke up a short while later and started to make breakfast for us. She wore nothing but an apron while she cooked and the sight of her well-toned ass through the apron's back was simply stunning. I'd never fucked her from behind while she wore an apron, but I'd had fantasies of that for years. I never got around to telling her about that, but vowed to do so as soon as possible. Dave came in when he smelled the bacon frying and paused to appreciate the view of his mother's ass while she cooked, completely oblivious to our stares.

Finally, Dave let loose with a low whistle and said, "Man, Mom, what a way to start the day! Forget about breakfast, YOU look good enough to eat. That apron really works on you!" He began to languidly stroke himself at the kitchen's entrance while he continued to watch her lustfully.

Kathy looked over her shoulder at our son and smirked. "I've had this apron for seven years and you just NOW noticed it?" She playfully grabbed a handful of her ass and shook it. "Are you sure THIS isn't what got your attention the most?"

Dave, however, didn't miss a beat. He let go of his cock and said with a shrug, as casually as you please, "Oh. Yeah. Well, I guess that's okay, too."

Kathy wagged her finger at him. "Come here, kiddo. Give your old mom a kiss good morning and stop staring." Dave obediently walked up to his mother and was about to kiss her on the cheek, but she stopped him with a piece of bacon instead and shoved it into his mouth. She looked at me as she complained, "Would you believe the nerve of this kid? He says that my apron looks better than my ass!" She looked at him while he chewed the bacon happily. "More comments like that and you might not get a piece of this 'okay' ass." She spun him around and swatted him on the behind. "Now get going and get dressed."

Dave jumped at the sudden swat, but shook his head. "Get dressed? Not on your life, Mom. I got the day off today and I have every intention of staying right here and making sure you don't forget what YOU might not get if you spank me like that again." He rubbed his bottom. "That hurt," he complained.

"Tough shit," Kathy playfully stuck her tongue out at our son and then returned her attention back to the breakfast. "Besides," she added, "we all know that there is no way in hell you'd turn down a chance to fuck me bow-legged."

"You know," I said gamely, "that apron DOES give me a few ideas. It's actually been a fantasy of mine to make love to you while you're dressed exactly like that."

Kathy laughed at that. "Oh God, Paul. How patriarchal can you possibly be? What's next, ankle-length skirts?"

I was unperturbed. "Seriously, honey. Dave's right: you DO look good enough to eat in that get-up. Sexist or not, you look hot."

"Shut up and drink your coffee, you lout," my wife said laughingly. "And, Dave, go get your sister. Breakfast is almost ready."

A few minutes later, the entire family was assembled at the table with our breakfast ready to eat. It was a typical American breakfast- eggs, bacon and toast with coffee for all. As we all started to dig in, Sue opened up the discussion. "So I was thinking," she said between forkfuls of scrambled eggs, "that maybe we could do the deed today instead of tonight. I mean, we're all here and the wait is basically over, right? I don't have school and Dave doesn't have work. I'm guessing that Dad has rescheduled all of his appointments for next week and, Mom, you don't REALLY have to go over to the other house today, do you?"

Kathy, who still had her sexy apron on, shook her head. "Actually, I do, honey. A couple will be staying for the weekend, but I'd be gone for only half an hour, just long enough to give them a quick tour of the place and make sure they have the keys. But beyond that, my day is free." She looked at me. "So how about it, Paul? Would you like to have your daughter for lunch instead of dinner?" As she asked me this, I noticed that she had pulled the center-piece of her apron so that it was bunched up between her tits so that her breasts were, at all times, in perfect view. The coy smile she wore on her face, however, was even ten times more seductive than the show she was putting on with the rest of her body.

I shrugged and tried my best to not seem all that eager, although I was now fully awake and could hardly wait to jump Sue's bones. She was still dressed in her little baby-doll nightie, but she had somehow managed to make herself look even more fuckable than when I first saw her that morning. "As it happens, I did reschedule all my appointments today, so I suppose I COULD get behind the idea. Sure. Why not?"

Sue gave a short laugh and her breasts bounced with the effort. I could see, through the sheer material of her nightie, that her nipples were already hard and her areolae were crinkled with excitement. "I would hope you'd get behind ME and not some silly idea, Dad." She chuckled some more and eyed me seductively as she licked one of her fingers clean of bacon grease.

"I just can't believe we're all going to do this," Dave put in. "This will be, like, history in the making or something. Mom, I don't know about you, but the sooner the better. I'm so ready that I can hardly contain myself. Seeing you in that apron this morning was the best wake-up call ever."

Kathy beamed at her son and nodded. "Thank you, sweetie. So I guess we're all agreed, then? As soon as we're done with breakfast, I'll go over to the other house and check in the guests. Then I'll come straight back and we can screw each other senseless." 

A hush fell over the table once Kathy had finally said, pointedly and clearly, what we all intended to do. The silence was deafening for those few precious seconds and then, as though a spell had been broken, we all started to giggle. The laughter started easily enough, but it eventually got so bad that we were all howling with it and holding our sides. We laughed for minutes on end, until our eyes teared up, and then it slowly died down. In those moments of shared laughter all of the anxiety and uncertainty, the fear and the doubt, it all disappeared and we were all finally at ease with our decision as a family.

Kathy stood up and collected her dishes. "I cooked. Who's gonna clean up?" she asked as she dropped her plate into the kitchen sink.

Sue held up her fork. "I will."

"Good," my wife said with a nod. "Then I'm going to get dressed and get this business with those guests taken care of." She walked around the table, kissed each of us quickly and then made off for our bedroom to change while we continued to eat our meal. Before I finished my plate, Kathy came back wearing a summer dress. I could tell by the way her breasts slightly sagged under the bodice that she'd just pulled it on over her nude body. She carried her business satchel and breezed by us. "Be good, kids. I'll be back as soon as I can! Love you!" she called as she raced out the door.

The three of us, Sue, Dave and I, looked at each other with goofy grins on our faces. We shared another brief bit of laughter and then started the day. Sue went to the sink to wash the dishes, Dave went to go take a shower and I did the same. We knew it wouldn't be long before Kathy got back home and our family event would finally take place.

When I got out of the shower, I didn't even bother to put on my boxers, as I knew they'd be taken off soon anyway. I dried off immediately and made for the living room, where the video camera and its sundry equipment had been placed the night before. I wanted to get everything ready to go by the time Kathy got home. Sue was in her bedroom and Dave was kind enough to help me out by bringing his small TV into the living room, so that we could use it as a monitor, to make sure the camera captured everything.

"Man, this is so exciting, Dad," Dave said happily as I double-checked the camcorder's connections. "I only wish we had someone else here to really work the camera."

I looked up from the tangle of wires in front of me and said, "Don't worry, kiddo. I'm setting the camera on a wide angle, so it'll catch just about everything in the room. We'll all have plenty of space to move around and play." I gently shook the tripod to make sure that it was stable and wouldn't fall. The tripod also had a quick-release mechanism so that the camera could be lifted off of it at a moment's notice without any fuss. I tested that as well and almost broke the camera when it started to fall from my hands. Luckily, I managed to catch it and reaffix it to the tripod stand. "And remember, please, that the camera isn't being used as a toy in this... event. This is a tool of documentation right now and nothing more. Remember when I set this up last Christmas? It's like that. Just forget it's there when the ball gets rolling."

Dave laughed. "Except, last Christmas, there wasn't any footage of you and me cumming in Sue's or Mom's pussies."

"At the same time, don't forget," I said as I plugged the power cord into the wall. "Both girls want to try that."

Dave turned on the TV monitor and I fired up the camcorder. Within seconds the TV showed a wide-angle view of our empty living room. "Looks like it's working," Dave said appreciatively. "Think we should get some blankets or something?"

I surveyed the living room and gave a slight nod. "The girls might appreciate that, yeah. Good thinking, son." While he left to go get some blankets out of the linen closet, I tested the camera to make sure that it was recording properly. That was something I should have done three nights before, but I hadn't thought of it at the time. Luckily, it was in perfect working order. As Dave spread the blankets out on the living room floor, Sue came out of her bedroom to see what was going on. "Ah! Sue. What do you think? It was your brother's idea. No rug-burn."

Sue walked to the middle of the room, blankets beneath her feet, and smiled. "I like it," she said and she helped her brother to his feet. When he stood in front of her, she kissed him sweetly and gently took hold of his cock for a quick squeeze. "Thanks, bro."

"Hold it!" I said as I saw Dave prepare to return the gentle fondling in kind. "Just save it for a few more minutes. Your mother should be home any time now and we-"

"Actually, I'm home NOW," Kathy called from the foyer. I heard her drop her briefcase and coat by the front door. By the time she made it to the kitchen, she was already unzipping the back of her summer dress. By the time she made it to the living room floor, she'd let her dress fall away from her body and joined our kids in full nudity. Her nipples were fully erect and there was a high flush to her cheeks, like she'd just run a marathon except for the fact that she wasn't out of breath. She grabbed our son by the hand and almost pushed him down to the sofa. "Paul! Turn on the damn camcorder and let's do this! I can't wait any more!" Dave didn't even attempt to fight her off when she dove between his legs and began to suck on his manhood like it was the last meal she'd ever have. She shifted quickly and began to wiggle her ass in the air as she sucked her son like a madwoman.




The Talk Ch. 08



Sue bounced up and down like a little girl and clapped as she said, "Yeah! Ditto! What she said! C'm'ere Daddy!"

I hit the record button, made sure the red light was on and joined my joyous daughter. As Susan led me to the couch, I spoke aloud for the camera. "Hello, again. Well, as you can see, we've gotten started already. The couple you see next to me are my son, David, and his mother, Kathy. I'm Paul-"

Sue pushed me backward on the sofa, next to Dave, and said, "Dad, we did the introductions already. Just shut up and enjoy the best blowjob you'll ever have." She got down between my knees and began to gently stroke my manhood, to get a feel for her father's cock. The feeling of her soft skin on mine was almost electric and I felt my cock stiffen even more.

Kathy pulled off of David briefly to say, "I resent that remark, young lady. While you might be very talented, you lack the experience to be the best at sucking your father's cock. Maybe, with more practice, you and I might have a contest one day. But today let's check the competitive stuff at the door, hmm?"

"Honey?" I said with a glance to my wife. "I think our son needs you right now. And, Kitten, feel free to say whatever you like." I stroked her cheek gently. "Just, please, don't make me wait any longer." Sue smiled broadly at me and, without another word, launched herself at my cock. My wife shook her head at me and resumed her assault on our son, who seemed like he'd been transported to another world of bliss while his mother sucked expertly on his member.

At first, my daughter was timid with her treatment of me. Her tongue darted out playfully, tasting the pre-cum from my cock head as it dribbled out in bubbles. Once she had a taste, though, that was all she wrote. Sue's lips quickly fastened onto my cock head and her tongue began to swirl all around the tip as she applied some gentle suction. Once all the pre-cum had disappeared down her throat, she allowed more of my cock to slide down past her lips until she couldn't take any more of it down. She was about halfway down when she stopped and looked up at me with happy eyes. She pulled off, her lips smacking as they parted from my cock, and said, "You like, Daddy?" There was a thin line of saliva which connected her bottom lip to my cock and even though I couldn't feel it, it was one of the most erotic things I'd see so far.

"God, YES, I like!" I growled. "Keep going!" She gladly obeyed. As Sue started to post her lips up and down my cock, I said, between gasps, "Okay... here's the plan. Sue and Kathy suck us both off to orgasm. Then they trade places to get us hard again. Once we're both hard again, we can get down to some nice........ oh, FUCK, Sue! Yes! Keep doing that with your tongue!" I took a deep breath of air to regain my thoughts and then continued. "Where was I? Oh, yeah. Once we're both hard again, then we get started with actual sex... but we don't cum, then. We do it long enough to enjoy it, y'know?"

"Dad!" Dave groaned. "We don't need a fucking road map, okay? Just shut up and enjoy your blowjob, like me!" He pulled his mother up from his cock and leaned down to kiss her passionately. "Jesus Christ, Mom, you're driving me crazy!"

Kathy kissed him back as she stroked him idly. "You like the way I suck your cock, Dave? Your dad's never complained, either. I'm glad you're enjoying it." She pulled back from her son's face and kissed his cock, which turned into a gentle suck on his cockhead. She lifted her head up and said, "Y'know, I think I'd like my son to lick me after this. It's only fair, right?" She eyed Dave carefully, to guage his reaction.

Dave didn't flinch. "Yes! You got it, Mom! Consider it done. Just... oh, fuck, PLEASE finish me off!" He pushed her head back down to his crotch and Kathy immediately resumed her blowjob.

Sue's head bobbed up and down on my pole quickly. While she lacked experience and finesse, she definitely made up for it with enthusiasm. She licked, slobbered, sucked and drooled all over my cock with wild abandon. I noticed that her hand had snaked back to her pussy, so that she could play with herself while she sucked me off. I let my gaze drift a little further and it came to rest on the TV monitor. I could see exactly what was going on from the other perspective now. Both mother and daughter were playing with themselves while they sucked us off. The sight of my daughter's pussy, wet and slick with desire as her fingers plunged into it, set me off.

"OH, shit," I called out. "This is it, Kitten! I'm gonna blow! I'm gonna cum!"

Dave thrust his hips up into his mother's face and I could tell by the tense lines on his forehead that he wasn't far behind. Kathy intensified her attack on her son's penis and pulled off just quick enough to say, "Go ahead, son. Cum for me. Cum in your mother's mouth. It's okay."

That was it. I couldn't hold back any more. Susan held my cock still in her mouth as her tongue swirled about it wildly in anticipation of my explosion. She didn't have to wait long. With a loud, inarticulate grunt, I came and filled my daughter's mouth with more than three days' worth of semen. Droplets of it dripped out of the corners of her mouth, but my daughter kept a firm lip-lock on my cock as she sucked down and swallowed every drop that she could manage from me. I felt myself spurt at least four times and continued to spasm periodically while she let my cock soften in her mouth.

Dave, as soon as he saw droplets of my cum leak out past his sister's lips, started to fill his mother's mouth with his sperm. He bucked and thrashed wildly, like a bronco bull, as he sent slug after slug of semen down Kathy's throat. Kathy was not deterred, though. She held tight onto his hips as he jerked beneath her expert tongue and swallowed every drop he had to offer without losing a single bit. When his spams subsided, she resumed her blowjob at a more leisurely pace until his cock was completely soft in her mouth.

Both Dave and I sat back on that sofa for a few minutes and breathed heavily from our mind-blowing orgasms. While we caught our breaths, Kathy and Susan treated us to a very pleasant show of them kissing. They shared the remains of our cum and let their tongues play while their hands roamed over each others' body. Dave and I looked on with keen interest until both girls parted with big smiles on their faces.

"That was nice, sweetie," my wife told Sue. Then she looked at Dave and said, "And THAT was fantastic. I hope you cum like that ALL the time!"

"Did it feel like someone had fired a hose down your throat?" Sue asked her mother.

"Yup."

"Then, yeah, he pretty much cums like that all the time. And, y'know what? Dad's not much different." She looked at me and leaned forward to let her wonderful breasts rest against my thighs. "You tasted great, Daddy," she informed me.

I smiled. "Thank you, Kitten. You did a wonderful job sucking me off. Your brother was right: you've got talent." I pulled her up so that she could stretch across my body and kissed her gently and appreciatively.

Kathy, however, was of a different mind. She pulled our son down onto the floor with her and kissed him passionately. When they broke the kiss, she said, "I wasn't kidding, you know. I WANT you to lick me!" She laid back, grabbed hold of Dave's face and gently pulled him down to her mound, which was as shaven as her daughter's.

Dave was all smiles as he leaned down to first taste and then dine on his mother's pussy. He went at it like a man possessed and, within a few minutes, had his mother squirming on the floor with squeals of glee. Dave used every technique I could think of on his mother, some in part and others in full. He tried the Alphabet, the Dive Bomber, Sweeping the Fence... every technique I could imagine was a part of his repertoire.

I looked over at my daughter as we watched Dave eat out his mother. "Does he eat you like that all of the time?" I asked.

Sue blushed. "Not always," she said. "I don't really like it that much. It kinda tickles me and not in a good way. It feels good for a few minutes, but after that I can't really stay still long enough to enjoy it. I guess I'm pretty sensitive down there." While she told me this, she started to slowly, languidly stroke my cock, which was pressed between us.

Kathy writhed on the living room floor as she started to cum. She grabbed hold of our son's head, locked her heels behind his back and simply began to vibrate as her eyes rolled back into her head and her jaw went slack. For several seconds she seemed frozen like that, lost in a thousand throes of orgasm, and Dave somehow managed to survive it with aplomb. He didn't freak out or try to pull away. He just held on for dear life as his mother was racked by a series of orgasms the likes of which she'd probably never known before. At that moment, I felt a bit of admiration for my son. While I was no slouch at pussy-eating, Dave was apparently MUCH better at it than I.

Finally, Kathy came back down to earth and let go of Dave's head as she slumped back and splayed her arms and legs out on the living room floor in exhaustion. Her magnificent tits heaved with exertion and Dave slowly crawled his way up his mother's body until he was laying on top of her completely. I could see, from this angle, that he was now completely erect, but he wasn't so crass as to start fucking his mother just yet. He showered her with kisses and, once she was fully aware of herself, she began to return the gentle pecks lovingly. She grabbed hold of his face in both hands and kissed him passionately for several long seconds as she giggled quietly to herself. During all of this, Dave's cock was pressed firmly against the entrance of his mother's pussy but not once did it go in without her permission.

"Mm-hm," she cooed. "Hm-hm-ha-ha-ha. Oh, God, Dave, that was... you're incredible! Where'd you learn to eat a woman like that?"

"So... you liked it?" Dave asked boyishly.

"Bro, I think 'like' seriously understates the term," Sue cut in. "I'd say that Mom's fallen in love all over again... with your tongue."

"Am I going to need pointers, Dear?" I asked my wife jokingly.

Kathy shook her head. "No, I don't think so, Paul. I think, what our son does, it's something unique." Gave him another deep kiss. "Very unique!"

Sue's gentle stroking of my cock had gotten me completely hard again. "Well, Dad's got something pretty unique, too," my daughter said. "And I'm thinking that now is just about time that I get to really appreciate just how unique this thing is." She turned around and stood up so that she could stand over and face me. "Daddy? Can I have this dance, please?"

I held out my hands to my little girl and said, "Dance away, Kitten. You've got my ticket." We clasped hands and she slowly stepped forward until she was straddling me. The whole time, she kept her eyes locked on mine as she released my left hand so that she could guide the tip of my cock towards her falling pussy. When my cock head just barely kissed her outer lips, both of us gasped in surprise and anticipation. Slowly, oh-so-slowly, my daughter lowered herself further and further down my shaft until the tip of my cock stopped at the entrance to her cervix. There was nothing left of my cock to go inside her and our thighs were pressed tightly together. I flexed my cock muscles just the tiniest bit and my daughter jumped slightly in surprise.

"It's okay, Kitten," I said soothingly. "Go at your own pace."

"Ohhhh, Daddy," Sue cooed. "You feel sooooo good inside me. Can I just sit here a moment and enjoy this, please?"

I smiled up at her and nodded. "Sure, honey," I said. "Take as long as you need." I hooked my head around to see what my wife and son were up to, and saw them both looking back at us like owls. Their eyes were transfixed on the point where father and daughter were joined so clearly. Kathy's eyes were almost wet with tears and Dave looked like a kid who'd seen a space shuttle launch for the first time. Suddenly, Dave jumped up and got behind the video camera. He pressed the zoom button and I saw, on the TV monitor, a very clear and full close-up shot of my cock seated deep inside my daughter's pussy.

"Honey," I said to Sue, "turn your head and look at the TV."

Sue turned her body enough to see and when her eyes fell on what filled the screen, she shivered. "Oh, God, that's so hot," she moaned. She shifted her hips slightly and let them hitch up just the tiniest bit. Sure enough, the pussy on the TV screen rose just the slightest bit and exposed the base of a slick cock. Her pink inner pussy lips clung to my shaft tightly and left a slick residue of pussy juice in its wake as she slowly rose up to where the tip of my cock was all that remained inside her. She settled herself back down on it and moaned again with pleasure. My cock disappeared back inside my daughter's body, like it was playing hide-and-seek. I twitched my cock muscles again, which caused Susan to spasm slightly. "Ohhhh, Daddy. I like when you do that!"

I reached around to pull her ass cheeks apart a bit and flexed my cock muscles again. "I like it too, Kitten," I said. "Rise up just a little bit," I instructed.

Sue rose up off my cock so that just the head was left in. I could see on the TV monitor how it looked and my cock throbbed with the sight of it. I looked back up at my daughter and smiled with a wink. Then I began to slowly thrust my cock upwards into her body, causing her breasts to jiggle slightly with the motion. My eyes again fell on the TV monitor and I could see my cock sawing in and out of my daughter's moist cunt over and over, the pace quickening slowly. I caught Dave's attention and gave him a brief nod of thanks. That sight would be forever burned in my mind until the day I die- my cock buried to the hilt in my daughter's drenched cunt. Man, what a sight!

Dave pressed the zoom button on the camcorder again and the view returned to what it was previously at. I could still see my cock ploughing in and out of Sue's pussy, but I could also see my wife as she plunged her fingers in and out of her own pussy. Dave regarded the sight of his mother with a lecherous grin and rejoined her on the floor. There, they kissed for a few moments until Kathy decided that she wanted to feel her son's cock in her once and for all. She got up on all fours in front of Dave and slowly guided him inside her.

Dave's attention was completely on his mother's ass while his cock slowly and gently pushed inside her moist folds. He watched with rapt interest as inch after inch of his penis got swallowed up by the same hole that had pushed him out into the world nineteen years earlier. Instinctively, his hands went to each ass cheek and he slowly began to set a rhythmic pace while Kathy leaned her torso downward even further and began to play with her breasts. Kathy groaned slightly from time to time as her son's fucking continued to increase tempo, but neither mother nor son said much as they enjoyed their own coupling.

Sue, on the other hand, mewled and groaned like crazy as my cock began to pound into her forcefully. Her hips and breasts buckled with each upward thrust of my cock and her hands roamed all over both of our bodies. Sometimes I had to slow down to marshall my strength and, at those times, Sue would thrust her own hips down into my body so that she could continue to fuck herself on my rigid pole. Her tightness was amazing as her body rose and fell on my shaft. I could feel each little muscle inside her grip me tightly and almost suck the seed from my loins. I could also feel her juices, wet and pungent, as they dripped down my shaft and onto my balls. Sue seemed to forget how to speak English, though, and could only manage to speak in broken sentences that only partially made any sense.

"Daddy. Cock. Me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Yes, deep. Oh, Jesus. Full. I'm so- Daddy! YES! Oh, fuck me!"

Dave continued to plow into his mother's hot pussy while I did the same with my daughter. I knew that, if either of us kept it up for very long, we'd both cum inside our partners, but that wasn't part of The Plan. I still hadn't forgotten that Sue wanted both of us to fill her with cum at the same time, so I forced myself to slow down and maintain control of my desire to fuck her silly.

"Dave," I said, "whatever you do, don't cum inside your mother. Not yet. Sue wants us to cum inside her, both of us at the same time, remember?"

Dave groaned at my words. "Keep talking like that, Dad, and she'll get what she's looking for in short order," he answered between breaths. Nevertheless, Dave slowed down his tempo. At one point, he pulled his cock out of his mother's hole completely so that he could gently slap her clit with the tip of his cock. That little bit of stimulation made Kathy almost scream out with pleasure and she sharply thrust her hips back so that she could impale herself once again on her son's impressive tool. Once seated again inside his mother, Dave fed his cock to her with slow, long, powerful strokes and thrusts.

For several minutes longer, we all kept that up and didn't break pace until, finally, I couldn't handle it any more. "How're you doing, son?" I called out. "I'm almost there!"

Dave grimmaced and pulled his cock out of his mother's pussy. "Same here," he said with a grunt. "You ready, sis?" He got up behind Sue, his cock held tightly in hand, and aimed himself at the place where we were joined.

Kathy moaned in exasperation at having to give up her son's cock, but she got over her frustration quickly. She jumped up to her feet as quickly as she could, got the video camera and brought it over to the three of us. "I want to catch this in full, living color," she said. "This way, we can all see what's happening, too."

"Actually," I said to my wife, "we'd have better luck of seeing this if we were on the floor." I looked up at Sue, who was still posting on my cock deliriously, oblivious to anything but her own wanton pleasure. "Kitten? Hello? Earth to Susan, you there? It's Daddy calling." I playfully swatted her ass to get her attention. Finally, her eyes focused on me and she looked almost annoyed at the interruption. "Wanna get down on the floor and watch your pussy get stretched by your dad AND your brother?"

Sue's eyes brightened at that and she leaped up off my cock. Within seconds she was down on the floor on her hands and knees. "Who's under me?" she asked without a moment of hesitation. I saw, from there on the sofa, that her pussy had become a never-ending river of pussy-juice and it flowed out of her like a dam had broken within. Her slick juices dripped obscenely on the blankets beneath her as she looked back at us with a questioning expresion on her face. "Well? I'm waiting!"

Dave laughed at her enthusiasm and said, "Well, since my knees are kinda sore right now, how 'bout I get under you and Dad takes the second position?"

"Fine, whatever," Sue said briskly. "Just get down there, quick. I've been waiting for this moment for three days solid and I am NOT going to let it slip by!" She allowed her brother to slide underneath her, helped him get his cock inside her pussy and then looked at me. "You're next, Daddy. Hop on!"

I took just a moment to turn the TV monitor so that all of us could see it and then quickly got behind my daughter. My cock was still rock-hard, slick with her love juice, and I could feel the cum inside my balls just aching to get out. Kathy got behind me and aimed the video camera down at our daughter's ass. With a quick glance at the monitor, I could see Dave's cock already deeply buried to the hilt inside Sue's pussy and my cock stood just inches away. I gently pushed forward and I could feel my son's shaft beneath mine as my cock head pressed tightly up against my daughter's distended pussy. I reached down to pull her lips even further apart with one hand while I slowly guided my cock with the other. At first, the fit was extremely tight and it seemed almost impossible, but evently the tip of my cock popped inside Sue's pussy. That, I figured, was the hard part. Now that I had my foot in the door, as it were, I could get myself the rest of the way inside. Before I pressed on, though, I checked with Sue and Dave to see how they were doing.