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The Tangle

By: Moondrift



I don’t think it had ever entered our heads before that fateful evening, and even then we didn’t realise the tangle it would lead to.

When Ken died in that car collision, killed – or as see it, murdered – by that careless fool, my life came crashing down around my ears.

I’ve often heard it said that after a while couples begin to lose the initial sexual drive they had for each other. Well, that was partially true of Ken and me, but far from completely. After we had first made love in his flat he had said, “Diane, this is it.” I knew just what he meant. It hadn’t been like with the others who had only really fucked me, not made love. 

With Ken I had felt his love right from the start. He didn’t even wait for me to announce that I was pregnant before he begged me to marry him. He hadn’t needed to beg because I too knew that, “This was it.”

Of course, at first we couldn’t leave each other alone. It was that exhilarating mixture of love and lust that drove us to be forever copulating. Eventually, though, we calmed down a bit, but neither of us could be certain when the other would begin some foreplay leading to coitus. That was one of the many nice things about our life together, the little surprises. 

We had two children, David, the result of our pre-marital copulating, and Cindy. We loved making babies and would have had more, but somehow it didn’t happen, and after a while we gave up hope.

The kids had left home by the time Ken was killed. Cindy to a flat of her own and David worked for the Government Geological Department and at this early stage in his career went roaming around the inland with a team of geologists searching for all sorts of minerals and so on. 

Cindy, always a bit diffident with me, I saw occasionally; usually when she wanted something. David would come home on leave sporadically and stay for a week or two. He never said anything, but I got the impression that during those times at home he was making up for the lack of female company during his inland sojourns. 

On that that morning of his death, before he went to work, and with no one to interrupt us, Ken had taken me as I sat on the corner of the kitchen table. When we’d finished he’d smiled and said, "I love you Cindy,” kissed me, and left for work.

I’d wanted to get a few chores done before I showered, so I wiped the excess sperm from the outside of my vagina, and left the residue inside me until I showered. It was still there and beginning to run down my inner thighs when the police came to tell me of Ken’s death.

I didn’t scream or faint, I was just stunned. The police officers must have been startled because I made a grab for my sex organ, as if I would hold there what Ken had left inside me. For long after and when I had finally broken down, when alone I laid my hand on my vagina, remembering the times it had been Ken’s hand touching me – oh, so gently and lovingly.

Cindy came to stay with me for a few days, but she had been very close to Ken and was if possible more distraught as I was. She sobbed over and over again, “I loved him mother, I loved him so much,” and I said, “We all loved him Cindy, our gentle giant.”

David got a fortnight’s leave and joined me, and I think it was his strength that saw Cindy and me through the worst. He had Ken’s sensitivity and gentleness and I suppose it is true, mothers and sons tend to be very close. He sorted out my financial position, and although there would be some income it would not be enough on its own, and I needed to go to work.

It’s not easy when you’re forty and been out of the work force for years, to get a job. It was Cindy who came to the rescue. She worked as what is called a “Sales Person” in one of the big city stores. They were taking on part time staff to work about twenty hours a week. She virtually got me the job and I had my suspicions how she did that, but neither of us said anything.

When Ken had to return to work I could have wept and pleaded with him not to leave me, but I knew I had to face the aloneness some time, so I controlled my feelings until he left, and then I had a good cry. 

For almost a year after his death I had dreams, or were they nightmares? Ken seemed to be still there beside me in the bed, and I called out to him, “Make love with me, Ken.” Then I would wake and find myself alone and wept for my lost love. I remember that twice I dreamt that Ken was ringing the front door bell to be let in, and I woke up and ran to the door calling out, “I’m coming Ken, I’m coming, wait for me,” but of course, there was no one there. 

I suppose it was during the second year that the sharp edge of my grief finally began to abate. As I have said, Ken and I had conducted a fairly brisk sex life, and I started to feel the return of my libido. I could have gratified myself with a number of men, including the manager whom I believed Cindy had “persuaded” to give me the job. Unfairly perhaps, I measured them against Ken, and found them wanting, so the vibrator had to serve the purpose.

Working in the same place as Cindy I got to know more about her life than I had done since she had moved into her flat. Nothing was ever said to me directly because they all knew I was Cindy’s mother, but I caught whispers in the staff room to the effect that “Cindy’s an easy fuck,” in short, she was very promiscuous. I said nothing to her since I had not sought to interfere in her life since she had moved out of home. Such interference would have been rejected in any case.

For all her wild life she did not look happy and I was very troubled. I kept asking myself why this behaviour. It is true that I had had a couple of lovers – or rather, “fuckers” - before I met Ken; there had been no one else since then.

It was in the middle of that second year after Ken’s death that I got what I saw as good news. David would be spending less time out in the field, and instead be doing mysterious things with maps, chart and mathematics. It was agreed that at least temporarily he would be living at home again until such time as he got himself a place of his own.

I understood that like Cindy, David would want to lead a life apart from an overseeing parent, even if I had no intention of overseeing him it might look as if I was. Ah well, it’s not always easy being a parent, but I did realise he would want the privacy of his own place to bring a lover or lovers to, and not have the embarrassment of a mother overhearing their activities.

I have written, “What I saw as good news.” I loved the idea of David coming back home for a while, but it proved to have an adverse affect on me. You see, the problem was that as David had grown to maturity he had become almost the mirror image of Ken, but as Ken had been twenty six years ago.

The longer David stayed with me the more I came to see the likeness. It was a physical likeness, David being as tall as Ken had been and just as strong. His hair, eyes, mouth were so like those of ken it was almost uncanny. But it was in the little things; his cheerful smile, his manner of speaking, his gentleness so surprising in such a big man, that I noticed the longer he stayed with me.

At times I almost thought he was Ken resurrected, and all this seemed to revive my grieving.

I would look at David and wonder if he made love as tenderly as Ken, and there would come to me an overwhelming memory of that first time with Ken.

It was nearly two months after meeting him before Ken and I made love. We had been out to see a film and he was driving me home. I can’t recall the film now, but perhaps it had been a bit seductive, but whatever the case I know that as Ken kissed me goodnight I felt extremely stirred up. I clung to that kiss for a long time, and when I broke from it I said, “Take me back to your place and make love with me.”

I shall never forget that evening; how he stripped me so slowly and lovingly. He seemed to relish each new exposure of my body. When he had uncovered my breasts he paused, gazing at them and said, “I knew you’d be lovely, Diane.”

He bent forward and kissed each nipple in turn as if were some precious or sacred object. When I was finally naked he knelt in front of me and kissed my sex organ. 

Like most of us I had never been confident about my looks, but Ken made me feel beautiful. He lifted me onto the bed and lying beside me, began to explore my body with his hands. His touch was so tender and his whispered words of love so ardent I could have wept with love and joy.

With the other men it had always felt like a wild scuffle as they tried to unload their sperm into me as quickly as possible. Ken was unhurried, as if he wanted to relish every part of me; my lips, my breasts – his hands and lips searched every part of me until I was nearly frantic for him to come into me.

I knew he must have been as needy as me since I was holding his penis and slowly stroking its foreskin of the crown, and I could feel his sticky pre-cum oozing out from the little slit, yet when he did enter me he was still unhurried. He slipped into my warm moist depths and when he had got his full length into me he paused for a while, gazing into my eyes, seeming to search for something. Perhaps it was my responsive love he sought there.

He began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing speed and power, pushing in deep as if he would pierce me to the heart. His hands came under my buttocks so I wrapped my legs round him, and as I did this I felt the first pulsating of my orgasm. I both dreaded and longed for its full force. 

Ken must have felt my quivering and murmured, “Let it go, darling, let it go.” The moment of intense pleasure seemed scald through me with a force I had never known before, convulsing me with ever increasing violence, but it was not my climax that drew out a loud sobbing cry from me, but the first eruption of Ken’s sperm into me.

He gasped and pressed in deep with each new detonation and I was engulfed by waves of love for him. “If only it would never stop,” I sighed to myself.

Perhaps one thing set apart this coupling from the others I had experienced. The other men had closed their eyes as they fucked me, as if they had gone off into a world of their own, perhaps fantasising some ideal model they conjured in their heads. Ken looked at me the whole time. It was me…me he wanted, not some fantasy, but me.

I would have spoken words of love to him, but I could only cry out incoherently. 

It is easy to feel love in the throes of a sexual intercourse; the real test comes afterwards when the partners are replete having discharged their libidinous energy. Is there still love, or had their union been only inspired by lust? In the moment Ken said, “This is it,” I knew, and although I said nothing I echoed his words in my own thoughts.

I have often thought that Ken made me pregnant with David that first time. Maybe that is fanciful, but it must have been during one of our couplings soon after. What we were to do about it was never in doubt. We married and I had twenty five wonderful years with Ken. We were lovers always. 

And so it was that David’s presence in the house was a constant reminder of Ken and those years of love. 

My feelings about David’s presence were ambivalent, rather like a woman, dreading the coming of her orgasm that would put her on the rack of pain and pleasure, and crying out to her lover, “No…no…no…don’t make me come,” but once in the grip of her climax changing her words to “Yes…yes…yes…”

If David stayed I would have the ghost of Ken always with me; if he left I would be wretched. The truth was, despite what seemed like my earlier recovering from grieving, I was really still trying to hang on emotionally to Ken.

The effects of this situation must have started to show on me physically. David began to enquire if all was well with me, and for a long time I told him I was quite all right, but it couldn’t last.

One evening after our meal David asked to join him in the lounge; “I want to talk to you, mother.” It was all very serious and solemn as we sat opposite each other. 

Having got that far David did not seem to know how to proceed. He sat looking at me and finally it was me who had to open things up.

“Well, darling, you’ve got me sitting down, what is it you want to say?”

“Mother, I’m…I’m concerned about you. You look so unhappy and I’ve noticed…I’ve seen you…well; you stare at me as if you’re seeing a ghost. What is it, what’s wrong?”

I made an effort to put him off, but at that moment, the way David was speaking, the look of concern on his face, the image of Ken was more forceful than ever.

“There’s nothing wrong, darling I’m just a bit tired lately.”

David was not to be deterred. “Its dad, isn’t it? You still haven’t got over him, have you?”

“I’ll never get over him,” I whispered and began to sob.

I had cried many times before for my lost Ken, but now everything seemed to sweep over me in one great wretched heap of misery. “I loved him…I loved him so much,” I howled. In my misery I slid to the floor, kneeling there as if in prayer.

I must have distressed David badly, and I added to that distress when I cried out, “I see him every day in you; why must you be so like him…why?”

David came and knelt before me, putting his arms round me, holding me close as I wept my heart out. 

“It’s the way I am mother. If it’s so painful for you to have me here, perhaps I should go away.”

I was torn inside; I wanted him to go and wanted him to stay. I gabbled on about loving him and loving Ken in him; I hardly knew what I said but whatever it was I doubt if it made much sense. 

Looking back now I can now see it was the crisis point for me. I had to acknowledge at that moment that ken was dead, really dead, and David was alive and was not Ken, however much he resembled him. I loved David and if he went away it would be another loss. 

As I continued to weep and David to hold me, some of the mists of confusion began clear. It may sound both obvious and ridiculous to write this, but in my head hammered the words, “David is David…David is David.”

I either accepted David for who he was and loved him as such, or I carried on in my world of illusion and its consequent misery.

David was real; I could feel his arms around me, his lips pressed to my forehead, his body close. Here was a warm vibrant human being giving his love, seeking to comfort as best he could. As he held me close I thought I could feel his heart beat and his warm lips began to press against my tear stained face.

I moved my face so that our lips touched and they held together. It was as if he was no longer my son, but simply another human being and I was responding to his embrace and kisses. I was experiencing the first signs of sexual arousal, the wetness between my thighs, the hardening of my nipples.

I could feel the quivering of desire coursing through his body and I opened my lips, and instantly his tongue was in my mouth.

Unless in my deep self I had harboured incestuous thoughts about David, thoughts and desires that I kept hidden even from myself, I had never felt a physical desire for him, never been aroused by his nearness. But now all my frustration and pain came welling to the surface to take the form of physical desire for him.

I ended the kiss and whispered, “Make love with me, Darling. Just this once…make me feel like a whole woman again…even if it doesn’t mean much to you it would mean so much to me.”

There was no foreplay. As if I was some piece of fragile porcelain David laid me back on the carpet. I felt him remove my panties and pull my legs apart.

Although there was none of the delicacy that I had experienced that first time with Ken, none of the slow undressing and devoted gaze, David had the same gentleness as Ken. Our circumstances were different. David was like one giving first aid to the injured one; Ken had been more like a caring nurse in a hospital.

I saw David come over me, and felt his penis probing for the entrance to my vagina. I reached down and took his penis into my hand; it was hot and throbbing.

“My God, he wants me as badly as I want him,” I thought. He slid into me and in that moment I had a frightening thought. I began to cry out for him to stop, but it was too late. He was deep in me and I hadn’t the strength or desire to resist. Come what might, I would have him.

Like Ken he looked at me the whole time of our union. 

“I love you, mother,” he said softly, and I drew his head down and kissed him hungrily. This caused him to move in me forcefully. I could not hold back. All the repressed libido, the long months of deprivation, burst their bonds and I screamed as my orgasm mounted in me, shaking my body and sending my mind into a whirling vortex.

David cried out, “Oh mother,” and he was emptying himself into me. I had said, “Just this once,” but now, even in the midst of our now wild union, I knew that I had started something that we would not stop. It was too intense, too filled with love, for it to stop.

How long David had harboured a passionate love for me I did not know, and still do not know. Until this very time he had never outwardly shown any sexual desire for me and perhaps like me he had kept it hidden from his conscious self, but now that desire was out in the open, and could no longer be denied.

His need for me was further proved when, having finished his ejaculating within a few minutes he was taking me again. When he had finished I said to him, “Darling, let’s shower and go to bed, and we can make love properly.”

After that night David became my permanent bed companion and lover. But bed was not the only place for loving, and we copulated all over the house, and in all sort of positions.

It was about a month after our first sexual union that, having learned so much about each other’s needs and desire, we were to learn the effect that our new relationship could have on someone else.

We were in the kitchen and I was seated on the very corner of the table where Ken had taken me on that last morning. We had flung off our clothes and David was penetrating me. With one hand fondling my breast and the other clasping me to him, I could feel his ejaculation beginning and was working with him to get his sperm into my depths as my own orgasm approached. 

David had his back to the outside door but I could see it open, and Cindy was standing there. My own orgasm froze, but I let David finish before hurriedly pulling away from him. 

Cindy had called in that morning, and as she entered the kitchen she started to say, “Mum, I left my…” 

She got no further as she saw what David and I were doing. David, probably being lost in the upheaval of his orgasm, did not hear Cindy’s voice. It was not until I gasped out, “Cindy!” that he realised and turned to see her.

For almost a minute we were like a frozen tableau. David and I naked, and Cindy standing there, white faced and seemingly aghast.

It was Cindy who broke up the scene. “You…you…you can’t…you…”

David and I made a dive for our clothes and began to drag them on. The situation was bad enough, but naked we felt totally vulnerable.

Cindy, fists clenched and quivering with rage found her voice again. She screamed at me, "You…you had to…you had to didn’t you! You had to have them both! You couldn’t be satisfied with just one of them, you wanted them both.”

I couldn’t understand what she was talking about and I managed to stammer, “W-w-what d-d-o you mean?”

“You know what I mean; father and David, you had to have them both.”

“David and I…I was distress and…and he comforted me….I….we…”

“Ah, was that what he was doing just now, comforting you?”

David was not being included in this verbal exchange. It seemed that I was the target of Cindy’s wrath. Had she attacked us for our incestuous behaviour, had she expressed disgust, I could have understood, but that didn’t seem to be what she was lashing out at me for.


The Tangle



“I don’t understand,” I protested.

“No you wouldn’t. You never knew how much I loved him. Night after night I heard you and him making love and…”

I cut in; “How could you, you haven’t been here.”

“You and daddy,” she screamed, “You and daddy. Have you forgotten, my bedroom was right next to your’s. I had to listen to you fucking…hear his groans and your screams; I even used a glass against the wall to hear better. Yes I tormented myself hearing you get what I wanted.”

“You mean you wanted my…your father?”

“Yes, I bloody well wanted him, and don’t sound so shocked. After what you’ve been doing with David you’re not in any position to judge. And if you’re thinking daddy ever…well he didn’t and I didn’t try…but if you’d have had that accident and died I’d have made him. I’d have enticed him so much he couldn’t have resisted. You know what a passionate man he was…I’d have given him babies, lots of beautiful babies that you couldn’t give him.”

During this entire tirade I had remained as calm as I could given the awful situation, but her last remark finally turned my humiliation to anger.

“You wouldn’t have given him babies, you couldn’t.”

“What do you mean?...Why not, I’m very fertile?”

“Perhaps I’d better tell you – sorry to break it like this to you David – I’m going to have a baby. For some reason your father stopped being able to impregnate me.”

“Mother,” gasped David, “you’re being serious, you really are pregnant?”

“I’m not likely to be joking at this moment, David.”

“Pregnant to your own son,” sneered Cindy.

“You wanted to be pregnant to your own father,” I snapped.

“Yes, and I’ll tell you something else; I’d have been pregnant to my own brother as well. You remember, David?”

I looked at David who could only stare back at me with a confused look on his face.

“He knows,” went on Cindy, “but he’s too much the nice gentleman to say, so I’ll tell you what you never knew anything about. I tried everything I could to get him to fuck me. I couldn’t have daddy, but I thought I might be able to have big brother. 

Right from the time I was a little girl I worshipped him, my wonderful brother. When he was about eighteen and I could see he was just like daddy I tried to make him fuck me. I used to go into his bedroom with just my panties on and let him see my breasts. I used to sit on his lap and stroke his face and I could see him getting horny…”

David made as if to protest.

“Oh yes you did, my big handsome brother so don’t try to deny it.”

She turned back to me, “I used to try and make him put his hands on my breasts and would rub my cunt against his thighs and I knew he wanted me, but he wouldn’t do anything.” 

She turned again on David; “I made you suffer for refusing me, didn’t I. I made you want me so badly you were nearly out of your mind.”

“You were too young,” protested David, “and you are my…”

“Sister?”

In her taunting Cindy had grown less noisy, but now she yelled again.

“Don’t give me that shit, David. You’ve been fucking mummy, so why not your sister? What was wrong with me? I’m not ugly and lots have men have wanted me, so why mother and not me?”

“I told you, you were too young, and it was the circumstances – mother and I…”

Cindy seemed to take on an almost evil, seductive look and went close to David, stroking him. 

“I’m not too young now, brother,” and addressing me she went on, “Look mummy dear, I’ve got him horny already. He wants me. You’d like to feel my nice big breasts wouldn’t you David, and come into my tight warm tunnel. Lots have guys have done that and they’ve loved it. They always want to come back for more.” 

“I’m young David, and my body is firm and you could have it all to yourself and no other guy would ever touch me again. Do you like babies David? Of course you do, I’ve seen you with babies and children and I could give you lots of them.”

So that was what her promiscuity had been about. The two men she loved had been unavailable. She had been desperately tying to console herself with a stream of temporary lovers, and it hadn’t worked. 

Cindy had been wearing a button up blouse, and as she talked she had been undoing the buttons to reveal her breasts. She pressed them up against David saying, “Touch me David, feel my nice warm breasts, I know you want to,” but he made no move to touch them.

Cindy was desperate, but failing to get any response from David she seemed to crumple. She almost looked like a child again in her misery, the tears came and heart rending sobs. She flung herself on me crying out, “Mummy, mummy why can’t I be loved like you? Why did they only want you?”

This was the first time since she was a little girl that she had turned to me in this way. The three of us were in no position to condemn and my heart nearly broke for her.

“Mummy, I’ve said terrible things but I’m so unhappy please hold me for a little while…just a little while.”

“As long as you like, my love,” I replied, beginning to weep myself.

David and I took her into the lounge and I sat with her on the divan, still holding her to me. Normally a reasonably buxom girl, rather like my self, Cindy now looked frail and diminished. It was as if all the energy had been sucked out of her.

“Will you ever forgive me mummy,” she whispered. 

“There’s nothing to forgive, darling. You loved two men; that’s always bad enough, but when they’re your father and brother, that’s a hundred times worse; I know daddy loved you and whether or not he would have ever have become your lover – who can say. And just because David wouldn’t have sex with you doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you.”

“Mummy, it’s been so horrible – all those men – a lot of them I didn’t even like, but I just wanted to…I was trying to stop myself…”

“Wanting daddy and David,” yes, I know.

David had come to sit on the other side of Cindy and was holding her hand. Cindy had been right, I had seen his erection when she pressed her breasts against him, and I could hardly blame him since they are rather beautiful breasts; they should be because I helped make them.

We were in a tangle. It was clear that Cindy still loved and wanted David; David and I were lovers and I was pregnant to him; David had been easily sexually aroused by Cindy – just as easily as I could arouse him.

We sat for a while in silence, except for Cindy’s gradually diminishing sobs. I was agonising over whether I should step right out of the scene, foetus and all, and leave them to be together.

Then enlightenment came. 

I glanced at David who gave me an imploring, helpless look. 

“Cindy,” I said, “Hasn’t it ever occurred to you that if you can love two men, one man can love two women?”

I glanced again at David who had obviously understood where I was heading. I raised my eyebrows in a query and he nodded.

“What do you mean,” whimpered Cindy.

“Well, I don’t like to put it this way but can’t think of anything other way to say it; can we share David?”

“Share him! You mean he fu…makes love with both of us? But he couldn’t…not two women; he wouldn’t have enough…he couldn’t get it up…”

“Darling, you clearly don’t know your brother’s potential.”

“David?” she queried.

“I’d love that, if it’s what you and mother want.”

“Oh David…mummy.”

Cindy tried to hug us both at once, and given David’s still obvious erection and Cindy’s enthusiasm, I decided that now was the time for them to introduce themselves to each other’s bodies.

“Darlings, I think you two need to get to know each other, in the biblical sense of that word. I think it’s time I prepared some supper, and I’m afraid it will take a long time, a very long time; possibly up to an hour.”

I left them alone on the divan thinking, “Well, at least she’ll be bit more comfortable than I was on that carpet the first time with David.”

From where I was fiddling around in the kitchen I could hear David’s gasping moans and Cindy’s little yelping screams.

“Cindy’s revenge for all the times I made her suffer when she could hear Ken and I making love,” I thought.

Later that night in bed, after David had finished making love with me he asked, “Do you really think it will work out, mum?”

“Do we all love each other, David?”

“Well, yes.”

“Then it will work out. I think tomorrow I shall go in search of the biggest bed I can find – you know, one that will comfortably sleep three people.”

He grinned and said, “You do mean ‘sleep’ don’t you?”

“Something like that, darling. Now you’ve had a busy evening, I mean, four ejaculations – it was only two with Cindy wasn’t it?”

“Yes, I knew I needed to reserve some for you.”

“Don’t be cheeky. Now it’s time for some sleep.”

“Can I come into you again?”

“My God, you’re worse than your father. All right, but come into me from behind and don’t be surprised if I drop off to sleep.”

I didn’t “drop off,” at least, not until he’d come into me and I’d had another orgasm. He was still pressed up to my back when I woke in the morning.

As I write this I am due to give birth in a week’s time. Cindy will give birth in about thee months. She says she’ll have lots more babies, but I’ve decided that I’ll stop at this one. After all, if Cindy is going to go on having babies someone will need to keep David gratified when Cindy’s not available. I just hope we can find enough money to keep all these offspring.

Just a thought; when I have my baby, will Cindy be its sister, half-sister or aunt? Will I be a mother-grandmother to my own child? Will I be grandmother to Cindy’s children or a sort of aunt, or both?

Oh dear, it’s such a tangle, but it’s a rather nice tangle.



The Tangled Trio



Jessica was finally alone in her bed after a late night. She had picked up her sister, Lisa, and her sister's husband, Rob, at the airport and it was past midnight before the three of them made it back to her house. Now that she was alone she could finally catch up on her reading, or so she thought. Her houseguests had gone straight to bed. 

"Must be exhausted after that five hour flight," she thought to herself. 

As she was settling into a particularly gripping novel, she began to hear a peculiar noise that seemed to come from her guest room. At first it just sounded like usual night sounds; a little heavy breathing, someone rolling over, a creak in the bed in a space otherwise devoid of noise the way a house is during the night. But as time went on and Jessica began to listen more carefully there seemed to be a rhythm to the noise. The creaking bed had begun to do a one-two pattern. Jessica dismissed this as restless sleepers but her imagination pondered the possibility of something more. Something much more carnal. 

It was not the first time Jessica had found herself in lustful daydreams. She was estranged from her husband, a military man, and as such had not had the touch of another person for a long while. Too long. 

The creaking had picked up pace. It was like a metronome which had been set to an even faster tempo. Heavy panting could be heard in between the evenly spaced creaks and it was no longer just in Jessica's imagination. Her sister and brother were engaged in the most primal of acts and all within just a few feet from her.

Jessica found herself enthralled with the commotion. She thought herself something of a voyeur, despite the fact that she had no choice in the matter. 

"What do I do? Where do I go?" She thought to herself. "I can't leave. And why should I? This is my house. My room."

Jessica found herself dealing with mixed emotions. She was slightly annoyed that her sister had decided to subject her to this against her will. On the other hand, this was the most excitement Jessica had in some time. She decided to allow herself to continue to listen. As she did she noticed a very familiar feeling but one with which she had grown apart. There was a definite warmth and wetness growing between her legs and she felt the urge to satisfy herself. 

"I shouldn't be listening to this. I can't believe I'm letting myself listen to my little sister get pounded," she thought. 

Her thoughts were becoming more obscene and lustful. She couldn't help it. Under the covers she removed her clothes. She could feel the front of her panties soaked through as she wriggled out of them. 

Jessica considered herself all-around average. She was quite stunning and was the object of many male's attraction. She was about 5'7" with wavy brunette hair. Daughter of an Italian mother and Polish father, her skin was white with a hint of olive complexion. Her breasts were one of her features she was most proud to show off as they were all natural, perky 38Ds.

Having removed all her clothes and feeling ready to satisfy her urge she began to prepare her fingers for their work. She liked to lick them first to make sure they were sufficiently wet although she was sure this wouldn't be a problem tonight. She reach down and felt the top of her pubic mound, directly above her vagina. She kept her hair quite neat and had only a small landing strip, about half of an inch wide. Her fingers inched downwards and she finally stopped when she reached her clitoris. Engorged from the auditory stimulation it was not hard to begin a rhythm of her own as she rubbed circles around her sensitive little nub. She was beginning to dry out a little and she moved her fingers further down as she plunged them inside herself. Now coated in her velvety secretions she moved her fingers back up to her clit and began rubbing with increased furor. 

It was obvious to anyone in the house at this point what was happening in the guest room. The rhythm of the two bodies meeting had reached maximum speed and it wouldn't be long until everyone climaxed. Jessica could hear her sister moaning, exhaling deeply on each powerful thrust from her husband. Jessica had switched to using two hands now: one on her clitoris and one to thrust her own fingers inside of herself which she unconsciously did at the same pace as her brother's thrusts I to her sister. Suddenly a much lower, much more masculine grunt could be heard coming from the guest room. The low noise carried through the house and Jessica was sure she could feel it vibrate inside her. Rob had just erupted inside Lisa and simultaneously in the room next door Jessica's back arched as she had a tremendous orgasm, squirting out of her with force which covered her sheets in her womanly juices. Rob and Lisa fell asleep, coated in each other's orgasms. As for Jessica, she too fell asleep immediately after that, not caring to get up and change her sheets. Everyone slept soundly that night. 

The next morning was more than a little awkward, but only for Jessica. Rob and Lisa were sure that she was asleep already and had no idea that she had overheard the whole event. Jessica made no mention of it and tried to go about business as usual. 

"Did you two sleep well?" Asked Jessica, wryly. 

"Oh yes. Just fine." Answered her sister. 

Jessica paused. She desperately wanted to talk about last night. She and Lisa had never been very close. She didn't know how to breach the subject. 

"So... Um... Did you two have any plans?" Jessica asked. 

Lisa shook her head. The conversation was one-sided. Jessica couldn't stop thinking about the night before. Jessica looked at her sister. There was definitely a family resemblance. Lisa was a little taller, and had a larger frame than Jessica even though she was the younger of the two. Lisa also was a brunette, and despite Jessica's impressive bust Lisa had her beat with a pair of 38 DDs. Jessica had never seen her sister naked except when they were children. She wondered if Lisa shaved her pussy or went all natural. As she drifted off into yet another daydream Rob entered and sat next to his wife. 

"Good morning," he said to Lisa as he gave her a kiss on the lips. 

"And good morning to you too, Jess," he said. "I haven't slept so well in a while. Maybe it's the dry air here."

"Maybe it's the fact that you slammed your cock into my sister last night," Jessica thought but did not say aloud. 

"I'd like to take Lisa shopping today. You're welcome to join us," Jessica said to Rob. 

"No thanks. Shopping bores me to death. I'm sure I'll find something to keep myself busy."

Jessica eyed her brother. He was a handsome man, about 5'10" with brown hair and bright blue eyes. He had broad shoulders. Lisa said he had played football in school. Jessica could see why he was so good at it. His low voice carried as he spoke and Jessica liked having a man in her house. She couldn't resist eyeing him up and down and wondered what he must look like in bed with her sister. 

"Enough," she thought to herself. "I'm going to drive myself nuts thinking this way the whole time they're here."

Everyone had a quick breakfast. Rob went off to relax and watch some TV. Jessica and Lisa got themselves ready and were on their way out. 

"Bye, Rob. See you in a few hours," said Jessica. 

"Bye, handsome," Lisa said to her husband and gave him a quick peck as they walked out the door. 

Jessica brought Lisa to all her favorite shops. She was determined to spend some quality time with her sister. The two lived on opposite sides of the country. Visits were rare. She wanted to make the most out of her sister's visit. The two women went shoe shopping first, then had lunch at Jessica's favorite bistro, and finally ended up at a lingerie store. They walked around holding up various items and giggling at the silliness of some of them. 

"Cheetah print thong?" Said Lisa. 

"No, not exactly my style," responded Jessica.

"Oh is this more like it? Super granny panties?" Lisa said holding up a pair of rather large and plain cotton underwear. 

"Probably. Not like anyone cares to look right now so sweatpants and a t-shirt are pretty much my de facto bed wear these days," Jessica said with a depressed tone. 

"Maybe we need to find you something new. Something sexy," Lisa responded. 

Lisa took Jessica by the hand and led her around to another section. Now she wasn't kidding around. She could tell her sister was depressed and knew it had been some time since she had been with a man. She was determined to boost her self confidence, and thought a sexy outfit would do the trick.

Lisa scoured the aisles of the store. She was on a mission. She held up countless items, some of which Jessica liked, but most of which were given a definite thumbs down. Finally she came across a devilishly sexy outfit. It was a set of a black lace thong with garters and a matching black lace bra. Lisa checked; they had it in Jessica's measurements. She urges her sister to try it on. 

"I'll look silly. I have no business wearing that," Jessica said sheepishly. 

"C'mon. You'll like it once you see it on you," Lisa said. 

"Okay but only if you try on something with me." 

As she said it, Jessica picked up a very similar outfit. It was almost exactly the same except in bright red. She shoved it toward her sister. 

"If it gets you into that, I'll do it," Lisa said. 

The two women took their clothes to the dressing room. The store employee stopped them before they got there. 

"I'm sorry, there's only one dressing room free at the moment. Someone will have to wait."

Lisa looked at her sister and then back at the store employee. "That's okay. We'll share," and she led Jessica into the room with her. 

In the dressing room Jessica had a nervous anticipation about seeing her naked sister. She knew it was no big deal and that Lisa hadn't given it a second thought when she suggested it but for some reason Jessica couldn't shake the nervousness and excitement about the situation. 

"Well, here we go," Lisa said as she began undressing. Lisa had casually turned away from her sister but with mirrors on each wall it didn't really obscure anything. Jessica slowly removed her shirt, folded it, and put it down on the bench all while looking through the corner of her eye at Lisa. 

Lisa was naked now and began putting on the bra first. Jessica watch as she did the same having only removed her top. Lisa's nipples were larger than her own, she noted. Lisa's pussy had more hair around it than Jessica's. Trimmed, but not to the degree that Jessica's was. Lisa was almost done. She was just pulling the panties on. Jessica realized she was standing there, still in only her bra and quickly pulled her panties on too. When the two were done they spun around and admired each other. 

"See, you're a hottie" Lisa said teasingly to her sister. 

"You're not half bad either," Jessica replied. "I can see why Rob was so eager to get into your pants."

"Shit," Jessica thought. "Did I really just say that? God I'm so stupid. Maybe she didn't hear me."

"Oh. Um. I guess you weren't asleep last night, huh?" Lisa responded. "I'm... Look, that was probably inappropriate of us. It was just a long flight and we were a little... Uh... Worked up. I'm sorry." 

"It's ok," Jess responded calmly, "I didn't mind at all. To be honest with you it was really hot. I haven't heard good sex like that in, well, a while."

"Rob is a good lover, without a doubt," Lisa said blushing. 

"I've been trying to come up with a way to talk to you about it all day, Jessica said, "and now that we are I'm dying to know... Is Rob hung like a horse? What did he do that had you wailing and moaning so much?"

"He's pretty average. About six inches or so. Nothing huge. But he knows how to use it."

"I have to admit, I envy you. My ex was bigger than Rob. Much bigger. But he may as well have been poking me with a stick for all I got out of it."

"We've been going at it pretty regularly lately. Rob is determined to knock me up."

"Oh that's so great. I could be an aunty. I hope he can."

"At the rate we're going I'm surprised I don't have a litter going by now."

"Ah it'll come. Let nature take its course. Hey we should probably change back into our normal clothes. Don't want to make all the guys in the mall crazy."

"Ha ha. Yeah. Probably."

Lisa and Jess began to undress. There was much less tension about the situation now. They didn't bother to face away from each other. 

"I noticed you shave a lot more than I do," Lisa said to her naked sister. 

"Yeah I like the way it feels when I rub myself. It makes it much easier."

"Rub yourself? Well well well. Aren't you a little deviant. Wait... You didn't rub yourself last night when Rob and I were having sex did you?"

"I'm caught. Why do you ask?"

"I thought I heard some heavy breathing and it wasn't coming from us."

"What's a girl to do? I couldn't help myself when I heard you two getting busy in my guest room."

The two women stood opposite each other in the dressing room. Both were completely naked. In their discussion they had forgotten completely about clothes. Now here they stood, two sisters laying out all their sexuality to each other. 

"You know, I've got some really good toys you can try out if you want," Lisa said. 

"Toys? Sounds fun. Maybe when we get back you can show me some of them. I always just use my fingers," Jessica replied. 

"You... You want me to show them to you?" Lisa nervously said back.

"Well I haven't used them before. You might have to demonstrate," Jessica said with a wicked grin. 

"I've never masturbated with another girl before," said Lisa. 

"Well there's a first time for everything I guess."

"Wait, have you? Have you masturbated with another girl?"

"A few times. In college I was... Curious. I mostly dated guys but there were a couple girls."

"I had no idea," Lisa said, shocked at this side of her sister she had never seen before.

"How do you... I mean... Do you just do it front of each other or do you actually do things to each other?"

"It depends. Both, usually. It usually starts like this..."

Unexpectedly, Jess leaned over and kissed her sister. Lisa was in complete shock. She had no idea what to say or how to react. Lisa had never been kissed by a girl before, let alone her sister. She liked it. It felt dirty but it was so sexy. 

"I can't believe you... You just kissed me!"

"Not so loud; you don't want everyone to know do you?"

Jess moved closer to her sister. Still naked, she felt her nipples brush up against Lisa's. They hardened almost instantly. Jess knew that despite her shock, Lisa enjoyed the experience. She wondered how far she could take it. She had never really thought of her sister in that way. The idea was supposed to repulse her, and yet there was something so erotic about that kiss. 

"Do you want to do it again?" Jess whispered into Lisa's ear. 

Lisa slowly nodded and Jess pressed her naked body against hers. This time Jess made it a longer, more sensual kiss. The two women remained with their lips together for nearly a full minute. Tongues danced between mouths and the two shared the most erotic kiss either had ever received. 

Jess knew that this was turning her on. She was naked and could smell her pussy. It was a good musky smell that drove men and women alike crazy. But mixed with her scent there was another. Strangely familiar but slightly different she realized it was her sister. Lisa's pussy was just as wet as hers. The two finally broke their kiss and stared at each other. Lisa hadn't idea what to do next, but Jess was not so timid. She reached for Lisa's breasts. Fondling them, she leaned down and began sucking on Lisa's left nipple. Lisa moaned, quietly, in that dressing room. 

Suddenly, a knock. It was the store employee. 

"Is everything okay in there?"

"Yes. Just... Um... Fine," Lisa nervously replied, "Be right out."

For now their encounter would have to wait. Lisa and Jessica quickly grabbed their clothes but not before Jessica swiped a finger over Lisa's vagina. Coated in her sister's juices, Jessica took the finger and licked it. 

"Mmmm..." Jess purred. 

"C'mon we have to go," Lisa hurries her. 

The two dressed and exited the store. 

Back at home, Rob had been lazily watching TV. Suspecting nothing he had no idea that his wife and her sister had just shared a sexual experience. He had quickly become bored and took to wandering around to check out Jess's house, which he had never been to before. It wasn't a large house, but he liked to see where everything was so he decided to give himself a tour since he hadn't seen any of it the night before. He found the usual closets and bathrooms until he came to Jess's room. He wasn't one to snoop too much but he was curious. He opened the door and stepped inside. It was a completely normal bedroom, but he did notice as he walked around that there was a rather large stain on the sheets. 

"Curious," he thought to himself.

The women had had enough shopping for one day and decided to head home. Besides, they had worked themselves up quite a bit and were anxious to get some relief. Jess was fully prepared to show her sister what girls could do for each other bit there was the problem of her brother. 

"What will I do about him?" She thought and decided she would have to figure out something before she could proceed. 

Back at home now, Lisa decided to go straight to her room. She was thinking about Jess and she felt extreme curiosity and guilt at the same time. She felt as though she had cheated on Rob, even though she hadn't actually had sex and it wasn't like it was with another man. Either way she was itching to orgasm and she went immediately for her favorite toy. It was a large pink dildo, the kind that spins around with a vibrating bunny atop it to provide pleasure to the woman's clitoris as well. She needed no preparation. Her pussy was dripping and her panties were soaked through. She rammed the toy inside her and began to furiously masturbate. Lisa was too busy pleasuring herself to notice Jess walk into the room. 

"Ah so this is where you ran off to," Jess said, surprising Lisa. 

Lisa stopped and sat up immediately. 

"No no... Don't let me stop you. Keep going."

Lisa say back down in bed and resumed her previous course. 

Jess walked up and watched intently as Lisa thrust the dildo in and out of her body. Lisa moaned and arched her back as her orgasm hit her. Lisa turned the vibrator off and slowly pulled the dildo out, panting. Without warning, Lisa suddenly felt a different sensation. This was a sensation she had felt many times before but never quite like this. This was more delicate. Lisa realized that Jess had begun to lick her pussy. Lisa could feel Jess's tongue inside her, licking all the juices from within Lisa's entrance. The warm tongue moved up and began doing circles around Lisa's clitoris. 

"No," Lisa said, "what if Rob comes in here?"

"It's ok," Jess said in between licks, "he's in the other room watching TV."

Jess continued and Lisa felt another orgasm fast approaching. 

"Maybe you could help me while I do this," Jess said. 

"How?"

Jess momentarily removed her mouth from Lisa's vagina. She spun herself around on the bed so she was facing Lisa's feet. Then she lifted one leg over Lisa's body and positioned her vagina directly above Lisa's mouth. She didn't have to say anything else. Lisa knew what to do. She had done this with Rob many times before. Jess resumed licking g and Lisa began to lick her sister's vagina simultaneously. The two women were both approaching their orgasms. Both women moaned and, together, their vaginas erupted a sea of womanly juices onto the other's faces and mouths. They lapped at each other like thirsty animals, both thoroughly enjoying the scent and taste. The moaning was loud now, so loud that it prompted Rob to investigate the noise. They heard him coming but couldn't get away quick enough. Rob opened the door to find the two women, naked, with the sheets pulled above their breasts and their mouths covered in each other's juices. Rob had no idea what to say. Lisa broke the silence. 




The Tangled Trio



"Rob, I... Um... I shouldn't have. Please... Don't be mad."

"Mad? Are you kidding?" Rob replied, "this is probably the hottest thing I've ever seen. How long have you two been having sex?"

"First time," replied Jess. 

"Well, Jess, I may have to just join you. I know you haven't felt a good cock in you for a while. Maybe I could change that."

Lisa didn't know what to say. She was sure Rob was going to be furious but instead he wanted to join. Lisa found herself unable to articulate any response. 

Rob joined Jess and Lisa on the bed. Both women were more than ready. Rob lay down as Lisa mounted him and plunged his cock into her. Jess sat opposite Lisa with her vagina in range of Rob's mouth. Lisa and Jess took turns getting pounded by Rob and getting licked by him until it was time for his orgasm. 

"Lisa told me you're trying to conceive," Jess said, "go ahead and shoot that into her. Maybe I'll be your good luck."

Rob did just that. It turns out Jess was right, as Lisa called her sister to tell her she was expecting about a month later. 

Rob had both women that night, and every night after that for the next week until it was time to go. 

Jess came to visit much more frequently after that and they continued their threesome whenever they were together.



The Tangled Web Ch. 01



Chapter 1: July 1998 - A Shoulder to Cry On.

The Tangled Web is a story spanning several years and is based on the complicated lives of a brother and sister and those they live with. Set in the English Midlands, the tale is told through a series of interlocking short stories. Although designed to be read in sequence, I have tried to make each chapter stand as a complete and satisfying story in itself. (The story told in Chapter 1 has already been published in a different form under another of my pseudonyms. Apologies if you've read it before - I assure you all the other chapters are new.)

"Midge! What's wrong?" A soft, familiar voice from behind her asked gently. A familiar hand fell lightly on her shoulder. Sam eased back the chair next to her and slid alongside. "Are you crying? Come on! Tell me what's happened."

Sara hardly responded. Her elbows on the table cloth, her hands over her face, her shoulders continued to shake. "I'm OK Sam." She eventually mumbled.

"I can clearly see you aren't OK." Replied Sam quietly, and placing his right hand lightly on Sara's forearm, he lowered it to the table revealing her pale, mascara-streaked cheek. He turned his chair to look her straight in the eyes, and held both her hands in his. His voice was soft and reassuring. "Come on Midge, talk to big brother."

The room around them was full of noise as the band played the usual holiday tunes. The dance floor was full and the jasmine-scented Spanish night was warm. A light breeze drifted in from the sea, across the beach and the woodland that surrounded the villa. It was a perfect romantic night.

The holiday had been their parents' idea, and until that day had been a reasonable one, if you ignored David - and she wanted to ignore David. Sara's Mum and Dad had been staying in their Spanish house over the summer months, and had invited Sara and her boyfriend David and her brother Sam and his wife Lynn to stay with them for a couple of weeks. The weather had been perfect, the sea warm, and both couples had been able to spend as much time alone as they wanted. Sara and Sam had always been close. The age difference between them was just over one year and, although Sam had made great capital out of this when they were young, it had become less relevant as they became teenagers and at their current 'advanced' ages of 21 and 23, had been completely forgotten.

They lived in a city in the English Midlands. Sara was a student at the local university. Just about to enter her final year, she lived with their parents in an attempt to save money. She had many friends; in particular David, her boyfriend of just over 18 months, and spent as much time as lectures and tutorials allowed at the nearby sports club, membership of which was a perennial gift from their parents.

Sam had always been the film star of the family. He was tall and dark and athletically built. Now with a two week Mediterranean tan he looked like an arrival from Hollywood and Sara had noticed with amusement how he always attracted attention in public. He attracted the admiring attentions of woman. He evoked feelings of envy and sometimes hostility in men. Sara wasn't sure it was a nice position to be in. Sam had graduated a year ago, and had been accepted on the Management Training Scheme for the large multi-national company that dominated their city. He lived in a newly-built flat with Lynn, his wife of over a year.

Sara, on the other hand, had a certain 'girl next door' quality which no amount of gym sessions, hairdresser visits, clothes or make up could completely eliminate. Always in the top 3 at school, she too was quite tall, and knew her slim, toned body to be attractive. Her shoulder length brown hair was soft and glossy, but she had realized years ago that she wasn't going to be one of those girls who everybody stared after in the street. Her small breasts didn't help there, even now not requiring a bra. But she didn't give up. She trained regularly, swam regularly, read practically every women's magazine in existence and took care to try and make the most of her pleasant features.

Sam's wife Lynn, however, was one of those women that other women hate. He had met her at the sports club to which they all belonged. At that time she was working in the beauty salon attached to the club and had caught the eye of every man who entered. Even the gay ones admired her waist length blonde hair. Naturally blessed with breasts that would cost many women thousands of pounds, she was tall and very slim and knew exactly how to dress to make the most of her figure. Sara had once thought ruefully that it didn't seem to matter that she had difficulty giving the right change sometimes and could barely identify Africa on a world map. Never mind, Sam could always show her. But then, Sam might have a bit of difficulty with that himself. Lynn and Sam were a 'golden couple', apparently made for each other, but Sara had begun to suspect that all was not quite as it should be.

David, Sara now believed, had been a mistake. They had been together for well over a year and things had not been going well recently. David was tall and dark like Sam. In moments of self-doubt Sara wondered if she had started 'going out' with him because of that resemblance. Intellectually much brighter than Sam, he lacked Sam's confidence and felt the need to prove himself on an almost daily basis. Unusually well endowed, his lovemaking had initially terrified Sara who was less sexually-oriented than he would have preferred. Sara often thought he confused size with sensitivity and although his extraordinary erection could often certainly bring her to orgasm, it was often accompanied by pain and consequently she could not bring herself to make love as frequently as David demanded. As a result, there was often tension in their relationship.

He also had a wandering eye. It had not taken long for Sara to see this and she did not like it. She was almost sure that David had had 'a fling' with at least one of her girl friends over the last year, and he certainly could not keep his eyes off Lynn. 

She had faced him with it tonight. The row had been brewing all day. When she had woken up that morning, there had been the sound of splashing from the pool outside. David routinely woke before her, but during this holiday he had always been missing for up to an hour before breakfast. She had descended the stairs and to her surprise had seen David on the covered patio, partly concealed behind a pillar, looking intently towards the pool. She had approached him silently and quickly realized that the object of all his intention was Lynn in her slender one-piece costume doing her daily pre-breakfast 100 lengths of the pool. He was gazing across - staring in fact - and was keeping to the edge of the patio, apparently to avoid being seen. As he stared, he was doing something with his right arm, in front of his body. Sara, puzzled, moved forwards to get a better view. As she drew closer, her bare foot had made a sound on the tiled floor and David had spun round to reveal to her horror his hand down the front of his boxer shorts holding a massive erection. She had said nothing, turning away back into the bedroom, but it was going to be impossible for her to pretend nothing had happened.

Unsurprisingly, there had been an awkward atmosphere during the day. David had been distant, Sara had been cold and aloof with him, and she could not avoid feeling it was somehow partly Lynn's fault. It had been a relief therefore, when Sam had suggested going to the party at the beach bar that night. They had all eagerly agreed.

At first things were going quite well. Pent up tension led to them all drinking perhaps a little too much too quickly and Sara could feel herself feeling distinctly tipsy. She also felt bolder and more confident - Dutch courage, she thought. She had danced with Sam and with David. They had danced as a group to the silly holiday dance routines, laughing at themselves despite the tension. Sam and Lynn had danced and Sara and Sam had danced - quite a lot because she was still angry with David. 

As midnight approached, Sara and David had been sitting alone at their table, drinking water to cool themselves down. Sara noticed David's eyes fixed on the dance floor and looked across to see what was drawing him. She saw, as expected, Lynn in her tight, short silver dress gyrating to a powerful rhythm alongside Sam in his tight T shirt and trousers. David's eyes were fixed on Lynn's smoothly covered behind. Sara could contain herself no longer.

Taking the jug of Sangria in her hand, she threw it in David's face. He leapt backwards, knocking over his chair, and stood up, purple droplets falling from his hair, face and shirt.

"What was that for?"

"You know, you bastard"

"No I don't! Tell me! Have you lost your mind?"

And it had gone on from there. Sara had accused him of being unfaithful with her friends - which, she thought later, he had not actually denied - and had told him exactly what she thought of his Peeping Tom activities and of his jerking off looking at Lynn. David, unable to deny the accusations, had chosen to try and blame her, her body and her ability in bed. Their raised voices brought silence to the tables near them, but the loud music ensured they made little impact on the dancing crowd.

"I hate you!" Sara finally breathed at David. She meant it too. "Just go away. I never want to see you again. Ever". David had silently stood up, turned, and had left the party. Sara had turned, placed her head in her hands, and tried nobly not to cry. Nobly but unsuccessfully. And that is how Sam had found her.

Holding her hands in his, Sam had gradually coaxed some of the story out of Sara. Her distress was painful for Sam, and she frequently dissolved in renewed tears, but eventually she told him all she felt able to. Sara kept back the identity of the object of David's fantasies, and the nastier things her had said about her sexual performance, but in the end she was surprised just how much better it felt to have unburdened herself so fully to someone so close, someone who would never hurt her.

Sam held her close as she talked, and when she had finished, brought her a large Spanish brandy from the bar. The thick, pungent liquid brought warmth to her insides and with it, a determination to get over this row - a determination not to be defeated. 

In the candlelight, Sam saw the colour gradually return to her cheeks. He patted her knee affectionately. 

"Come on Midge!" he said, using the pet name they had known as long as she could remember. "Let's dance this off."

Sara nodded and smiled, squeezing his hand, then said 

"I'll be right back". 

Sam waited at their table while Sara went to the ladies' room to repair some of the damage the tears had done to her face. When she returned, Sam couldn't help but notice the slightly puffy eyes and paleness beneath her tan, but had to admire the strength of character of his little sister. He also realized how vulnerable she really was. His chest ached when he thought of David and the pain he had inflicted on her. Sam would deal with David later, but his first duty was to make sure Sara was OK. 

He watched her gracefully moving across the room towards him. She really was lovely, he thought. A 'deep down' loveliness that would mature, not fade. He thought of his wife, Lynn. Although stunningly pretty, Lynn was already showing signs of the deep insecurity suffered by girls who know their best asset is their looks and that these would not last forever. He wondered if marrying Lynn had been a mistake; whether he had acquired a trophy rather than a wife. Whether he should have looked for someone less obvious, more like.....he shook his head in agitation and looked towards the cloakrooms for Sara.

As she approached him, he rose to meet her and together they crossed to the packed dance floor. Wriggling their way past scores of half-drunk revelers, they at last found a small gap in the crowd and began to dance enthusiastically. Sam was pleased to see how quickly the music and motion seemed to cheer Sara up, and as they danced, he watched the tension leave her body and the frown lines leave her face.

Tacky holiday Pop music was replaced by more involving dance anthems and the few remaining children in the room drifted away to bed. The crowd thinned and with more space around them, they moved with the rhythm as the night went on. Tired, but increasingly happy together, they remained on the dance floor as the music changed to a slow, romantic set.

Sam expected Sara to want to sit this out, but to his surprise and considerable pleasure she moved towards him and placed her hands a little formally on his upper arms. His hands fell automatically to her waist and they danced closer together - close enough to talk over the music.

"Where's Lynn?"

"She went back with Mum and Dad. She saw how upset you were and left me to look after you."

"So we're on our own then?"

"Yes. Do you want to go back soon?"

"No way! I don't want to take the chance of seeing David tonight. Let's stay here."

"I'd love to, Midge"

And they had danced longer into the night. The dance floor thinned out as midnight passed. Only a handful of couples remained. The slow romantic dance music was replaced by Billy Joel's 'Just the Way You Are' and Sara, physically and emotionally tired, moved closer, to rest her head on Sam's chest. Sam could smell the sweet cleanness of her hair as it brushed against his cheek and ached as he thought of the pain she had suffered. Sara felt reassured by the presence of Sam's strong body against hers. Her eyes closed and they rocked gently, closer together with the music. 

Unconsciously Sara's arms slid up around Sam's back, and his hands moved to her shoulder blades. The music continued, their bodies swaying together to the slow beat. David could feel Sara press closer to him, and thought that there was nothing he would not do to protect his lovely, vulnerable sister. His arms held her tighter. Sara held Sam close, absorbed in the motion of their bodies. She felt part of him firming against her stomach, but thought nothing of it. He was good and loved her and such a reaction was only natural. 

She slid her fingers further up his spine, and felt his hands slide down towards her buttocks, which surprised, but did not disturb her. She pressed against him, aware of his hardness more clearly now. She hated David. It felt good to be with a person she could really trust, someone who would always be there for her. She would always be devoted to Sam; she loved him and there was nothing she would not do for him. She opened her eyes and looked up at his face.

Their lips met. 

It was an electric moment, unplanned by either of them. Without thinking, their mouths opened and their tongues touched. Suddenly they both realized what had happened. In shock, each turned their face away. Both tried to believe it had been an accident. Deep down, both knew it had not been. Each thought that they had made it happen. Each was frightened about the other's response. No words were spoken; each tried not to catch the other's eye, but neither wanted the dancing to stop. They danced on, but their movements were stiffer, more reserved.

At length, Sara plucked up the courage to look up again into Sam's face. To her relief, she saw no horror or disgust, just the same warmth that he saw in hers.

Slightly awkward, neither wanting the evening to end in such a manner, they resumed their slightly formal stance. They continued to dance stiffly at first but, as the music played on surrounding them, they couldn't resist moving closer together once more and as Sara's arms once again wrapped themselves around Sam's body, she felt his hands return to the base of her spine. As the DJ announced the last dance, they were once again relaxed in each other's arms. 

At last, the music ended for the night. Sam looked silently, even anxiously into Sara's eyes. He saw what he hoped was a willing acceptance of what had happened. He hoped so much that there would be no recriminations. Taking her by the hand, Sam led her out of the room and into the night.

As the party lights were one by one extinguished, so the night grew darker. A bright full moon shone down, giving the world an eerie black and white appearance. The sound of the waves lapping the pebbles on the shore was a soothing contrast to the noise of the music. They walked hand in hand across the lawn and down a short path through woodland to the beach. The heady smell of pine trees filled their nostrils and Sara began to feel light headed. Just as she began to feel the silence had gone on too long, Sam turned to her, his eyes lowered to his feet and mumbled.

"Midge. I'm really sorry. I don't know what came over me. You were upset. I'm really sorry..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Sara had raised a finger to his lips to silence him, and placed her mouth once again lightly but deliberately on his. There was no mistake this time; no suggestion of an accident. Sara had kissed him. 

Hesitantly, still unsure of themselves, they began to kiss again. At first their lips barely touched, each still anxious and afraid, then as each became accustomed to the feel of a familiar mouth in a most unfamiliar way, Sara's arms rose to wrap themselves around Sam's shoulders. Sam's hands pressed lightly against Sara's bottom, the real meaning of his hardness now obvious to her. They stood motionless in the moonlight, mouths open, tongues meeting, touching, exploring the new warmth of each other's embrace.

At long length their lips reluctantly parted. Sam held Sara's fingers in his and squeezed them gently, not really understanding what had happened; not knowing what to do next. Sara saw the anxious look in his soft, gently eyes and reassured him.

"Come on Sam, let's paddle!" She whispered.

She kicked off her shoes and waited while Sam did the same. Sara bent to her knees and rolled up Sam's trouser legs, giggling as she did so. She took his hand and led him to the water's edge. Sam felt the warm evening sand between his toes as he followed his sister to the white-edged waves lapping gently on the beach. Cool water flowed over his feet and ankles, and together they walked silently, hand in hand along the sea's edge. A sense of unreality surrounded Sam, whose conscience and body were sending strong, diametrically opposite messages to his brain.

Reaching a small concrete jetty, they changed direction to walk away from the sea and towards a group of pine trees clustered around the edge of the nearby golf course. The warm sand under their feet was replaced by sharp pine needles which made them skip like children, then by the soft feel of close cropped grass. 

At the edge of the long, smooth fairway, Sara stopped, still holding Sam's hand. She turned to face him. Without a word, their lips met once again, this time with increasing passion. Mouths opening, tongues seeking each other's, they melted into each other's mouths and their bodies pressed close together, two dark shapes in the moonlight merging into one. Sam felt dizzy with unreality, still in a dream from which he was afraid to wake. Sara felt increasing passion, an increasing need to become closer to Sam in every possible way.

They paused momentarily in their embrace, gazing into each other's eyes. Sara reached up to cup her brother's face in her palms. His hands rose to her waist, then her sides, and then slid upwards to gently cup her small breasts. He waited, expecting a reprimand, but none came. Instead, her mouth returned to his, and his hands worked their way around her breasts to allow his thumbs to lightly rub her nipples through her dress. He felt a firming beneath his fingers, and a bulging in his pants. Breathing more heavily now, Sara pulled herself towards Sam, pressing her body against his in a now familiar manner. Her flat stomach pressed hard against his erection - she could not possibly fail to notice it and understand it - and his hands fell to her buttocks to hold her close and press her to him. 




The Tangled Web Ch. 01



To his pleasure and surprise, he felt her body slide against his, and she began to rub herself lingeringly against his thigh. He moved his leg a little to make it easier for her and softly kneaded her buttocks as she slowly writhed against him. His fingers gently, tentatively walked their way down her back and across her bottom, with each step inching her dress upwards until he could feel her panties beneath his fingers. He slid his hands downwards until his little fingers rested in the fold below her buttocks. 

No longer kissing, each could hear the other's breath coming faster and deeper. Sara felt Sam's strong muscular thigh between hers, and as she felt him raising her dress and the cooling night air brought a chill between her thighs, she realized how wet she had become. Her hand moved tentatively to Sam's groin and began to caress the bold erection that was fighting to escape. Sam's hands moved upwards on her buttocks, and his fingers slid into the back of her panties to cup her soft cheeks in his palms. He felt a sweet softness and as his hands moved deeper down towards the base of her most private place where he found her opening wet and ready. He felt incredibly aroused. 

He slipped his hands around to the sides of her dress and, grasping its hem, in a single smooth action lifted it up, over her head and threw it onto the grass nearby.

Sara rested against him in her high cut cotton panties. Her small, firm breasts, nipples erect in the evening air, looked white against her tanned torso. Sam's fingers ran through Sara's hair as he watched in disbelief Sara unbuckling his belt and lowering his zipper to let his trousers fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and made to remove his shirt, but Sara shook her head. Moving closer, she took hold of its sides and, despite their height difference, drew it over his head and cast it alongside her dress on the grass. 

They held each other tightly, each fearing the consequences of going further; each desiring the other passionately. Neither wanting to draw back; each fearing to take the next step towards an uncertain future.

Finally, Sam could restrain himself no longer. To Sara's delight and relief, he slid his hands back into her panties, easing them down over her buttocks where they rested in the crease at the top of her slender, tanned legs. Sam slid his right hand, fingertips first, palm against her skin, down her soft, flat stomach until he could feel the tight curls of her pubic hair wrapping around his fingers. Sara pressed her body against his hand and slipped her own fingers into the front of Sam's pants to grasp his shaft firmly, before freeing it from its captivity and stroking it slowly from base to tip. 

Sam's fingers descended further until the tip of his middle finger slipped between the moist lips between Sara's thighs to probe her core. She gasped and her knees went weak for a second with excitement. Sam's pants fell to the floor as she swept them downwards with her free hand. They stood motionless, holding each other tightly; as if contemplating whether to take this next giant step forward in their lives; as if they knew instinctively that once they had become one in body, there could be no going back. 

Neither wanted to go back.

Reaching out, Sara took Sam's fingers in hers and stepped backwards, drawing him firmly towards her. Holding his hands, she gently lowered herself onto the grass in front of him to lie on her back, pulling Sam down onto her as she descended. Sam knelt between her legs, his erection proud and firm, and grasped the sides of her moist panties in his hands. He eased them down her legs, Sara bending her knees to help him, and cast them aside, next to his own. 

Sam paused, speechless, looking down upon the pale triangle between her thighs. He saw a body that he wanted - and that obviously wanted him - so badly. Cautiously, he put one hand under each of Sara's knees and lifted them, opening her soft thighs as he did so. Cool air struck the moisture between Sara's legs, and she shivered. Sam rose up over her, placing one hand either side of her shoulders, the tight muscles of his chest and stomach above her face. 

Gazing into Sam's eyes, Sara reached down between her legs and ran the palm of one hand from Sam's tight balls, along the length of his shaft, to its swollen head. She could feel moisture on the tip, and as Sam moved slowly forwards and over her, she guided his swollen head towards her own moist opening until it rested against her pubic hair. Her outer lips were now engorged, leaving his path to her most private place moist and clear. She a felt shock of excitement as his smooth head rubbed up and down her opening. Her legs opened wider, and she reached out to run her fingers over Sam's chest and neck. 

Above his sister's aching body, Sam paused, his tip between her inner lips. He waited for her acceptance; he needed to be certain.

"Are you sure, Midge? Really sure?"

Sara understood that the decision to unite her body with her brother's was hers to make. She recognized his gentleness, his desire for her acceptance, his tender love for her. In the end, the decision was easy.

"I'm sure, Sam. I'm really really sure."

And then suddenly Sam was deep within her. Sara's heart and body filled with joy as with one clean, powerful movement, Sam's firm, thick cock glided smoothly its full length into her warm, wet, welcoming body. Soft, high-pitched noises escaped her throat as he filled her, not stopping until she could feel his tight testicles pressing against the base of her buttocks. He rested there, his girth stretching her, his head pressing against the entrance to her womb. The world stopped turning for them. 

Sam looked down into Sara's face beneath him in disbelief at what they had done. Her eyes were soft and tearful, her brown hair fanned out framing her beautiful, slightly flushed face. Two faces, their features so alike, gazed passionately at each other. Two bodies, which had sprung from the same womb, were now inexorably joined in a mating that felt so right and so natural, but which was at the same time so forbidden.

Sara silently begged her body to open for the man she realized she wanted so much. Sam felt her warmth surrounding him, smelt the sweetness of her perfume and caught just the slightest trace of the scent of her passion rising from their union.

He made as if to speak, but Sara again laid her index finger on his lips to silence him. She said nothing, but nodded slowly and to his surprise, Sam felt her tighten around the base of his shaft, twice in quick succession. 

With all the sensitivity her could muster, Sam slid himself out of her body until just his head was within her. He paused, feeling her taut muscles gripping him just behind his head, then with a slow but firm stroke buried his length within her once again. Sara gasped. Suddenly it was as if the realization that it was now really happening; that it was now too late to turn back, was a relief for them both, and as one they lost all remaining doubts and surrendered themselves to their lovemaking.

Sam fought to control his passion as he began his long, slow, measured strokes. He could feel Sara's tightness around him, and heard her breathing deepen as his pace quickened. Soft, contented noises emanated from her throat, and her legs, bent at the knees, opened wider still to welcome him further. Sam's body, supported on strong, muscular arms, tightened as his passion drove him to stronger and faster strokes.

Sara's breathing became hoarser as her own excitement grew. Her fingernails dug into the grass alongside her and her head rocked from side to side with Sam's rhythm. Arching her back, she tilted her pelvis downwards, rubbing her clitoris against Sam's shaft. With each stroke she could feel every ridge, every contour of Sam's increasingly hard body as it invaded her and retreated. She had never known sex like this before. In contrast to the raw pain and feverish excitement of her encounters with David's massive erection, the pressure of Sam's body on hers and in hers was a perfection of compatibility she had never dreamed existed. The increase in her pleasure was frightening and, buried deep within her, Sam felt her whole body tightening around him - the early signs of approaching orgasm.

Sam knew he could not last much longer. His eyes closed, he pictured Sara's innocent, childish face, the soft, barely developed body he remembered so well from their childhood, and struggled to reconcile this with the lovely, passionate, sexy woman whose body had so eagerly accepted his. He opened his eyes to see her sweet, familiar face now contorted in the pleasure and pain of her approaching climax.

As Sara's passion increased, her body fluids thickened and in the moonlight Sam could clearly see a ripple of white foam gathering around the base of his shaft and streaking its sides. The smell of his little sister's excitement now filled his nostrils and tormented his mind, driving him onwards. Wild, primal feelings gripped him. The awesome pleasure in his loins was mounting and mounting, a fire burned within him and a familiar hot, wet feeling spread up the insides of his thighs. 

"Midge? ...Midge?" He panted in a half-asked question.

Sara was almost beyond speech. Ripples of pleasure spreading out from her vulva were racking her body. The low moaning had grown to a high squeal with every one of Sam's deep, penetrating strokes. As if reading his mind, she forced out the words 

"Yes! Yes!".

Giving in to his lust, Sam immediately quickened his pace, using his thighs to drive his full length powerfully and repeatedly into and out of his beautiful, adoring sister's body. His orgasm was quickly approaching; the warm, wet feeling spreading first across his back and onwards to his chest and throat, where his breath came in short, animal grunts. His body was now out of his control, he could no more slow down his pounding than he could deny the identity of the wonderful girl he was making love with.

The quickening of Sam's pace lifted Sara still higher. A long loud moan filled the air and hung there, attracting the puzzled attention of the few late night drinkers that remained in the bar. Sara felt the swelling of Sam's head inside her as he began to cum within her, and as the first spurts of semen struck her cervix, she gave up all attempts at self control and screamed Sam's name into the moonlit night.

Sam felt the sharp, pleasant pain of his ejaculation starting and with final, powerful thrusts, drove himself hard into Sara. He heard her cry out sharply, above the loud moaning that so excited him, and for a moment thought he had hurt her badly. He felt his head within Sara swell, and her vagina tighten around him. He felt a final flood of warm wetness within him; then a frenzied throbbing at the base of his shaft and between his legs as semen flowed out of him and into her. Twice he felt spasms hit as his body took control of him and he felt the unmistakable joy of his seed surging through him as his body pumped his essence into his little sister's eagerly waiting body. 

The spasms eventually died down and he gasped in lungfuls of the sweet night air. Sara's vagina tightened around his base to hold him close. He lowered himself onto her, their mouths meeting in a soft exhausted kiss.

Sam held Sara close. Sara held Sam tightly, her legs wrapped around him, holding him inside her as he slowly softened. Their breathing slowed and their grasp on each other gradually loosened. 

After what seemed like an eternity, Sara kissed Sam on the forehead and released him from her thighs. Very slowly he pushed himself up, and even more slowly slid himself out of her. He lay down alongside her, both of them naked in the moonlight. 

His right hand stroked her stomach, but she turned and looked away from him. Despite the warm night, a chill came over him and he spoke anxiously and earnestly.

"Midge! Oh Midge, I'm so sorry. I thought you wanted me, too." There was still no response. 

"I love you. I've always loved you - I just didn't realize how much until now." He waited again for a reply. There was none. Thunderstruck, Sam almost shouted out. 

"Do you hate me now, Midge?'

Sara turned to face him. She was crying. 

"No Sam! I love you so badly too. I just thought you'd hate me after - after this! How could you love me after what we've just done?"

Without another word, he took her in his arms and held her naked body against his. She sobbed violently, holding him tightly, not wanting him ever to leave. He held her in his powerful arms until, at length, her sobs subsided. 

"What will we do, Sam?" She pleaded. "This can't be the end. Please Sam, tell me you still want me."

A lump formed in Sam's throat. He spoke precisely, seriously, wanting her to feel the full truth of his words. 

"Sara, I love you and want to have you with me forever. And if we both want it that badly, we will find a way. I will never leave you as long as you still want me." 

She began to cry once more, but this time happiness was mixed in with her tears. Sam kissed her on the lips lightly. She tasted salty. Rising to his knees, he held out his hand to her. 

"Come with me now. It's getting too cold for us out here, and we'll be missed soon."

Sara took his hand and rose unsteadily to her feet. Sam took her arm as they swept the grass from her legs and back. She shook her hair. Sam brushed his knees clean, and bending down, picked up her dress. 

"It's a bit creased, but I don't think there's anyone to see."

Taking the dress from his hand, Sara slid it over her head as Sam pulled on his trousers and T shirt. They both put on their shoes and with difficulty tried to look unruffled. Sam slipped both his pants and her knickers into his pockets.

"I don't think we need these." he smiled.

They walked hand in hand in silence the half mile along the beachside path to the villa. The night seemed even more magical to them now. Sara felt a trickle of sticky wetness run down the inside of her right thigh. She felt happy, fulfilled, loved and in love. 

The patio and poolside lights were blazing, and a lamp was on in the lounge. They entered quietly. 

"Look" said Sara, pointing. David was asleep in an obviously uncomfortable position on the couch. "I suppose I had better think again about throwing him out." She said, smiling mischievously at Sam.

During the following days, Sara and Sam found enough time to be alone to talk. They both believed that they had found something really special together and that neither could bear for it to end. They determined to continue their relationship in secret. That decision made, they made love together once more that holiday. Although it could only be a quickly taken opportunity, it was a deliberate act, done willingly and eagerly, both playing an equal part in the decision; signifying their intention to continue what they had started. 

Their worlds had changed forever. 

They agreed that Sam would remain married to Lynn, and that Sara would accept David back (after a suitable period of penance). They would return to their home city and to all outside appearances get on with their normal lives as before.



The Tangled Web Ch. 02



Chapter 2: September 1998 - Mixed Doubles

The Tangled Web is a story spanning several years and is based on the complicated lives of a brother and sister and those they live with. Set in the English Midlands, the tale is told through a series of interlocking short stories. Although designed to be read in sequence, I have tried to make each chapter stand as a complete and satisfying story in itself.

Sara and her older brother Sam returned from their holiday in Spain determined to continue their new relationship. After careful thought, they eventually found a way to meet in secret whenever they felt the desire - and they felt it often. They simply joined the tennis league in the sports club to which they both belonged. By entering the mixed doubles competitions as a pair, they had a perfectly acceptable reason to be together one or two evenings a week for matches (real or not) and especially for club training on a Thursday night.

Sam's wife Lynn worked on Thursday evenings as a Personal Trainer at a rival club. Sara's boyfriend David was not a member of either club, so neither partner was in a position to notice that the training sessions were often only 30 minutes long rather than the 2 or 3 hours that Sara and Sam were away for, or that they were usually lamentably behind in playing their league matches.

It was a Thursday night. Sara, who still lived with her parents while she was at University, was due to visit Sam at his and Lynn's house. She was getting ready carefully in her bedroom.

*

Sara stood upright before the full-length bedroom mirror and inspected her preparations. She was, she felt, pleased on the whole with the results. She hoped Sam would be pleased too. Sara had been counting the hours impatiently since his call that morning to confirm their arrangement, and the time for her to go had now finally arrived. She pulled her white sleeveless tennis top firmly down over her small, firm breasts, and straightened the pleats of her short tennis skirt. Her smooth, slender legs, still nicely tanned from their summer holiday in Spain - Sara smiled and blushed when she remembered that magical first night with Sam - were framed top and bottom by her short white skirt and white cotton socks. Her brown, shoulder length hair was shiny, sleek and just a little sun bleached. She leaned forwards to check her lightly applied make-up, and nodded in satisfaction

To outward appearances she looked as she should look to play a serious game of tennis. A perceptive observer might have noticed that her make up was perhaps a little heavier than it would normally have been for sport, that her breasts were surprisingly unsupported for such strenuous exercise - even for small breasts like hers, and that her new g-string panties were hardly the norm for Centre Court. But then, Sara thought happily to herself, she did not expect to be involved in much racquet work that night. 

With an excited shiver, Sara smiled broadly at her reflection, turned and grabbed her green Slazenger bag from the bed, then swept from the room and down the stairs.

"Off now?" her mother called from the kitchen. 

"Ye-es." she sang back happily.

"Would you tell Sam we'll expect him and Lynn at around 12 on Saturday? Oh - and good luck in your match."

"Okay Mum. Thanks. Bye." she replied and disappeared through the front door.

In his modern semi detached house, Sara's brother Sam was feeling anxious. His wife Lynn seemed to be taking an age to get ready and leave for her exercise class. As an Instructor, Lynn always had to really look the part - something for the rest of the class to aim at - but even so, Sam thought, she could have been quicker. The result was, he had to confess, always worth the wait. Lynn was simply stunning and he was a very lucky man, he knew. But Sam had discovered needed more. He wanted and needed Sara very badly. He tried to relax a little. After all, he told himself, it would not be too difficult to explain things away if Sara arrived before Lynn had left. They were supposed to be playing tennis that night, and he could always say she was picking him up on her way to the club. 

But tennis was the last thing Sam wanted to play with his beautiful, sexy sister. 

To keep up the tennis deception and for his own peace of mind -and to give Sara the opportunity to change her mind and really play tennis - he had changed into his own tennis clothes. Sam could not bear the thought of Sara being anything but a full and willing partner, and on each occasion they had 'met' since that first unbelievable night in Spain, he had tried to give her an easy way out if she wanted one. He had tried hard never to take her for granted, and always tried to appear as if anything that happened was a pleasant surprise for him. In fact, had he but known it, Sara desired him even more than he desired her and their sexual compatibility was growing quickly.

Finally, Lynn rose from the dressing table and turned to kiss him lightly on the cheek before gracefully descending the stairs. Sam heard the front door slam and the sound of her car engine revving up in the driveway. He looked out of the bedroom window and waved as his wife drove speedily away along the narrow road. Sam turned and sat on the bed, gazing at his reflection in the wardrobe door mirror. He could hear his heart pounding in his chest, and forced himself to take long, slow breaths to calm himself.

After only a few minutes, another car engine sounded outside and Sam jumped to his feet. Dashing to the window, he saw Sara's small car turning into the driveway. He rose slowly, and descended the stairs just as a soft knock sounded on the front door. Sam opened it wide.

Sara stood outside the door, her bag over her shoulder, feeling the slight coldness of the evening air on her bare legs and arms. She knocked and waited, goose bumps beginning to appear on her soft brown skin, and was pleased when Sam opened the door promptly. He looked good; very good, she thought, in his white shorts and polo shirt. 

"Hi Sam. Sorry I'm a bit late." she said, a shiver of excitement joining the shiver the cool air had brought and with a broad smile she squeezed past him into the warm house.

Dropping her sports bag in the hallway, Sara walked through to the kitchen. Sam followed, admiring his sister's slim, athletic body. Why had he never noticed her attractiveness over the many years they had lived in the same house? Why had it taken so long for them to discover each other's bodies? Sam shook his head at the wasted opportunities and entered the brightly-lit kitchen close behind her.

"Did you book a court, Midge?" he asked hesitatingly, as always allowing her to signal whether she really wanted to play tennis or......

"Oh no! I forgot!" Sara grinned back. Sam felt a warm glow of excitement inside him. It would be all right tonight.

"So did I. Funny isn't it?" He crossed to the fridge. "In that case, how about a drink?" he asked. "A glass of wine?"

"Mmmm. Yes please."

Sam opened the fridge door and poured two large glasses from an open bottle. He passed one to Sara who clinked it against his.

"Cheers!" She said, and sat down on a tall wooden stool at the kitchen table. She took a large sip of the cool, dry wine and let it wash around her mouth. She watched as Sam sat on the stool next to her, their bare knees almost, but not quite touching. Sara looked at Sam's fit, Muscular body and positively ached with desire. She had quickly realized that Sam felt insecure in their sexual relationship and was leaving her to set the pace and in principle she respected that. But there were times - and tonight was one of them - when she wanted him to forget the sensitive New Man act and, yes she would use the word - fuck her passionately. She turned slightly on the stool until their thighs touched.

Sam's early tension had evaporated now that he knew that they had come with the same end in mind, but he talked slightly awkwardly of their parents, of Lynn and David, and of Sara's forthcoming exams. Sara reluctantly joined in the chat, knowing that Sam needed it, but all the time her body was silently screaming "Touch me!"

Suddenly a car engine sounded close by in the street outside. Sara jumped up and went to the window to investigate.

"It can't be Lynn this early." Insisted Sam in a hoarse whisper.

"It isn't. Whose car is that?"

Sam crossed to stand close behind her and followed her finger with his eyes.

"It's just Mr. Jackson next door in his new car. He's not very good at parking it yet. It looks like he needs both driveways."

Sara felt the warmth of Sam's body close behind her and knew she couldn't wait any longer. She reached back with her hands until they rested slightly clumsily on Sam's hips. She leaned back against his chest.

"Lynn will be back soon, I suppose." She said aloud, giving Sam a meaningful look.

Sam took his cue. "I reckon so." He replied and placed his palms on Sara's upper arms. He bent his lips to her ear and whispered "We've not got much time, Midge."

Sara nodded silently and Sam buried his nose in her hair as he pulled her into his chest, her firm buttocks pressing against his groin. His hands slid down over her hips to caress her firm taut buttocks and thighs through her skirt, before sliding under her tight white top where his fingertips danced on her flat stomach. He felt Sara shiver against him, and she turned her head to one side, her chin tilted upwards, her soft lips offered to his. He kissed her lightly, their lips barely touching, then more passionately, as their tongues entwined. Sam's hands slid further up his sister's tight top until his fingers found at last her small, firm breasts. Her erect nipples slid between his fingers and he nipped them lightly. Sara giggled and, grasping the hem of her top with both hands, slowly rolled it up her body and over her head before casting it aside. Sam felt the warmth of her naked brown back against his chest and the strain of his hardening cock within his pants. His hands cupped her small, naked breasts, the coolness of his fingers exciting her. Sara ground her buttocks into Sam's groin, his cock now a firm, growing pressure in her lower back. 

Sam let his hands slide down Sara's slim body as he bent his knees and gently lowered himself to the ground behind her. He looked up at her long slender legs, loving the contrast between her brown tanned skin and the fresh clean whiteness of her skirt and socks. He ran his hands over her ankles and saw her grasp the edge of the kitchen table in front of her. She said nothing, but Sam thought he felt her brace herself. He lowered his head and, as his fingertips began to stroke the outside of her ankles, he drew his tongue in a long straight line up the inside of her right calf, to rest momentarily behind her knee. Sara held her breath, her body's sensitivity heightened to an almost unbearable degree.

Sam lowered his head again, and gently licked the back of her left calf, again his fingers stroking her soft flesh as his tongue drew a cool wet line across her skin. Sara held the table more tightly still. Pausing only to adjust his position, Sam now gently slid his palms up the outside of Sara's thighs, up to the hem of her skirt, then back to her knees. He waited for her response and found it in a distinct hesitation in the rhythm of her breathing above him. Sam felt bolder now, and began to draw his firm, moist tongue up the inside of her thighs as his hands once again began their journey up their outsides. He paused as his face met the hem of her skirt and his tongue moved to her other leg, descending to her knees once again. After a moment's pause, he began to ascend her thighs again, his tongue now flattened, reaching far between her thighs to touch the soft flesh within. He was rewarded by Sara opening her legs the merest fraction and he tongued further between her inviting thighs, as she so clearly desired. His head once again touched the hem of her skirt, but this time when he paused, Sara opened her legs yet further and bent over from the waist over the table. Sam's face was merely inches from her vulva, covered as it was by her fresh white g-string panties. He opened his eyes to see her cheeks opening further as she bent over the table, and her moisture beginning to darken the narrow strip of cloth of her g-string as it passed between her cheeks in front of his face.

Sam placed one hand gently on each cheek and spread them further apart, at the same time boldly drawing his tongue between them, over the strap of her panties, and between her buttocks. Sara gasped with delight at the unfamiliar feeling and gripped the tabletop firmly. She opened her legs an inch wider in anticipation. Sam recognized this silent invitation and sliding both hands up under her skirt, gripped the sides of her panties in his fingers and drew them down over her buttocks to her ankles. Sara tried to kick them off, but her left tennis shoe caught in the elastic. Sam helped her free herself and placed the moist panties on the table before her before returning to his knees behind her. Her vulva now naked, Sara could clearly see the damp patch on her panties and bent yet further over the table. Now with her legs open wide just inches from his face, Sam could barely control himself. Holding Sara's buttocks apart, his lithe, active tongue darted forward to find between her short, tightly curled pubic hair, the soft, moist, warm entrance to her most private place. He licked the full length of her exposed slit, beginning near her hardening clitoris, and then moving upwards between her swelling outer lips to dive deeply into her vagina. Sam moved his firm pointed tongue briefly in and out of her slit, before moving again upwards and across her perineum. With the barest touch of his tongue on her anus, he drew back a little and looked for further encouragement.

Sara closed her eyes to heighten her sensitivity. She felt wonderfully exposed, dangerously vulnerable, unbearably excited. She could feel Sam's tongue as it explored her body. She felt it soft against her buttocks, then firm against the underside of her clitoris. She felt Sam's tongue, now firm and pointed, enter her vagina and her legs trembled, knees involuntarily bending as they lowered her precious passage further onto Sam's waiting face. She could feel herself moistening even more, and with one hand, began to stroke her own naked breasts as they hung over the table. Sam licked her again, at first in long, firm strokes the length of her vulva, then in short sharp stabbing movements in and out of her vagina. Sara's breath came in gasps. She tried to imagine what Sam was doing, what he looked like, what he could see. She felt herself getting hotter.

Sam opened his eyes in wonder. He could see Sara's hot, sweet body before him, he could smell her mounting excitement in his nostrils, he could taste her honey on his tongue, he could feel the bitter sweetness of her juices contrasting with the roughness of her pubic hair in his mouth. He could hear her beginning to pant and felt her knees trembling at his touch. He needed her now.

Almost reluctantly, Sam drew his mouth back from Sara's vulva, and rose slowly to his feet. The bulge in his shorts was now painfully tight and with relief, he untied the drawstring and slipped them to the ground. His cock, almost painfully erect, burst ridiculously from his pants, strong and determined. Sam lifted Sara's skirt up and over her back to expose her buttocks and their precious secret to his gaze. The brownness of her tanned skin contrasted with the white folds of her skirt and the paleness of her exposed buttocks. Sam took his cock in his right hand and, with his left upon Sara's left buttock, positioned himself with its swollen head poised at her gaping entrance. 

Sara felt Sam's tongue leave her body, and waited in anticipation for what she hoped would quickly follow. Her body, inflamed with passion, desired him inside her. She felt him standing, heard the rustle of clothes, and shuddered as she felt something firm and large push apart her puffy outer lips, pausing at the entrance to her weeping channel. She reached forward to grasp the edges of the table in front of her, and waited.

Sam saw Sara brace herself and in one smooth movement, grasped her hips and drove himself full length into her moist opening. He heard her gasp out loud as he buried himself within her, her hot wetness surrounding his firmness, gripping him tightly. He felt the coolness of her buttocks pressing against his lower stomach and hips in sharp contrast to the heat now surrounding his cock. He drew himself back slowly and paused, before driving himself into her again and again, each time drawing right back so that only the head of his cock was still within her.

Sara felt her body open for Sam as he repeatedly penetrated her. She tightened herself around him and was gratified to hear him moan. Her body was on fire, she could feel herself losing control, but wanted more. Without thinking, Sara crossed her ankles, closing herself tightly around Sam as he thrust in and out of her. The sensations, already powerful, increased tenfold. Through the new tightness she could feel the ridges on his cock as they rubbed along her passage, and the pressure of the base of his swelling head as it reamed up and down inside her. She knew what would happen next, and happen it did. 

Sam could barely believe the sensations passing through his body. Sara's tightness was burning him as he drove into her body, but he loved the burning. He felt the head of his cock begin to swell and familiar warmth begin to appear high up between his legs. He could hear the loud slapping sounds of his body against Sara's and could smell their juices as his pounding churned them into white foam around his cock. Suddenly he heard Sara's orgasm beginning. Her panting became grunting, her grunting became moaning and as her orgasm intensified, her moaning became repeated screams of ecstasy. The volume increased as her passion increased and, even above his own approaching climax, Sam was aware enough to croak "Midge! Noisy! Noisy!" 

Through the deep cloud of the orgasm now racking her body, Sara understood and grabbed the nearest thing she could find, stuffed it in her mouth and bit hard upon it as Sam finally lost control of his thrusting. She heard him grunt loudly as the warm wetness of his orgasm burned through his thighs, his spine and into his cock, and the animal within him in took over, slamming his cock hard into Sara's body with the full force of his thighs, loud slapping noises accompanying his thrusts as he pumped his seed into her. 

The power of his passion was frightening as Sam's final thrusts lifted her bodily from the ground, literally impaled on his manhood. Sara bit hard onto the gag to stifle the cries escaping her throat as Sam came within her. Suddenly her mouth filled with musk and she realized that her gag was in fact the moist g-string Sam had so recently torn form her, soaked in her own juices. She felt unable to breathe as the final waves of passion flowed through her, tightening her throat and Sam's wildling pulsing cock filling her with his precious seed. She screamed into the gag, her features screwed up, her eyes tightly closed as her legs turned to jelly and a tidal wave of pleasure washed over her body. 

Sara's toes once again touched the ground, her legs unsteady as Sam's climax faded, and she felt the warmth of his chest as he collapsed across her back, his cock slowly beginning to soften within her.

They stood locked together for what seemed like an age; Sam's hot, sweating body moulded smoothly to Sara's. His hardness softened further. Sara listened to his heavy breathing in her ear, his sweat mingling with hers as it dripped onto the table top beneath them. Sam kissed her on the shoulder, and ran his fingers through her hair, then very slowly began to stand up, gently sliding his cock out of Sara's hot, sore body. As his body left hers, Sara felt light headed and as the cool air in the room caught the wetness of her vulva, she felt a shiver pass through her. Slowly, carefully, she pushed herself upright, and then turned to face her brother. He stood in his shirt alone, his strong hairy legs firm and attractive beneath its loose hem, his cock, red and wet with their juices, hanging down below.




The Tangled Web Ch. 02



Sara smiled at Sam. Then, with the dramatic performing skill of a stage magician, put her fingers to her lips and slowly, tantalizingly pulled the g-string from her mouth. Sam laughed out loud, and reached out to draw Sara to him. He held her close, her head against his chest. Sara could hear Sam's heart beating fast within him and could feel her own heart keeping pace with his. They held each other for a long time, their love, much more than physical passion, needing no words.

At length, Sam spoke, still panting slightly.

"Wow Midge!"

Sara just smiled at him, panting. "Love all?" she eventually asked.

"I know I love you. You're incredible." He took her hand in his. "Are we really so bad? How can something that feels this good be wrong?"

"It isn't, Sam. It can't be." She hugged him as tightly as she could. They held each other in silence for a long time, Sam feeling Sara's trembling body gradually relaxing in his arms.

Finally Sara spoke. "It's getting late. I suppose we'd better get dressed now. Lynn will be back soon." 

Sam took her hand and slowly led her into the bathroom, turning on the shower and making it warm for her. As she stepped under the hot water and the steam hid her from his sight, Sam returned alone to the kitchen to refill their wine glasses.

Sara stood underneath the stinging hot water stream. She felt sore, but so happy and fulfilled. Nothing that felt this special could possibly be wrong. It didn't even feel like being unfaithful to David. She let the heat of the water wash away any tiny remnants of guilt she felt, and emerged strong and happy with her decision and her life.

She dried and dressed herself before joining Sam, now also dressed, in the kitchen. They emptied their glasses and kissed once more, a long and lingering kiss. Sam walked Sara to the door.

"We'd better play a few matches for real soon." Sam said unenthusiastically. "Or someone will start to wonder."

"I suppose so." Sara replied, kissing Sam on the cheek as the door was open. "But I feel better now than I ever do after a match. See you on Thursday?"

"I'll see you anytime." Sam ruffled her hair with his fingers. "Now you really look like you've just played three hard sets. Mum won't suspect anything." He kissed her one last time. 

"See you soon, Sam. Bye."

"Bye Midge."

Sam left the door of his flat open and followed her as she skipped downstairs to her car. She jumped into the driving seat and with a warm glow inside her, started the engine and drove slowly home. Sam waved until she was out of sight before returning to his flat to take a shower himself.

As she drove home, Sara's mind raced. The radio was playing but Sara hardly heard it. 

She was, she realized, in love.

The story continues... 



The Tangled Web Ch. 03



The Tangled Web is a story spanning several years and is based on the complicated lives of a brother and sister and those they live with. Set in the English Midlands, the tale is told through a series of interlocking short stories. Although designed to be read in sequence, I have tried to make each chapter stand as a complete and satisfying story in itself.

Sara and her boyfriend David now live together in a modern flat in the south of the city. 

Sara has started accountancy training with a local firm and David is training to be a teacher, working in a local secondary school. They both enjoy their work and are, on the whole, happy together - but each has a dark secret. 

David, despite genuinely trying, has found it impossible to remain faithful to Sara. She in turn has continued the passionate affair she began with her brother Sam the previous summer. Sara has always suspected David of having ‘flings’ with other girls and, but for her own continuing incestuous affair, would have left him months ago. However she now sees David, in addition to the many good aspects of their relationship, as being a useful way of deflecting attention away from the man she increasingly believes is the true love of her life – Sam.

Although Sara suspects David of being unfaithful on occasions, he has no idea at all that Sara has also been ‘playing away.’

It is Thursday night. David has been working late at school, supervising a five-a-side football competition while Sara has been 'playing tennis' all evening with her brother Sam. Sara has returned home late as usual with a pink flush on her cheeks and chest – as if he had been exercising hard all evening. 

They are in bed but despite the late hour, David cannot sleep.

David lay on his back in the dark. It was late, but he was still awake, his mind active and resentful. He looked across the double bed towards Sara who lay with her back towards him, apparently asleep. He felt angry and frustrated.

"Bloody Thursdays!" he fumed to himself. "Bloody tennis! And "Bloody Sam!" 

Sara never wanted sex on Thursdays after playing tennis with her brother. Tonight it had been the same. In she had come at 10.45 pm looking tired, her face and chest flushed pink with exertion. She had greeted David, who was marking homework, and immediately gone to the kitchen where she had drunk a long glass of mineral water. 

“Was it a good evening?” He had asked her. “Did you make it?”

Sara had looked thunderstruck but tried to act casually “Mmmm?” 

“Did you make it through to the semi finals?” he persisted.

“Oh! Yes. Well, actually no. Well, actually our opponents didn’t turn up so we’re going to play them next week instead.” Sara’s face flushed deeper red. ‘Stop talking rubbish, Sara!’ she thought to herself.

“Oh! So what did the two of you do all evening?” David pressed on.

“We played each other.” Please God stop me saying these things! Sara silently begged. “Actually it was hard work.” Get yourself out of here now!

“I’m whacked! I’m going to have a shower and go to bed.” She announced and backed out of the room.

David, unsuspecting, had followed and, as usual, had tried to interest her in a little lovemaking. Also as usual, he had failed. He always failed on Thursdays and knew that, this particular Thursday, he had nothing to complain about. But David didn’t handle rejection well. He went back to the kitchen and poured himself a beer. 

He was, on the whole, happy in his relationship with Sara - very happy now that things in bed had improved so much – apart from Thursdays, of course - but for reasons he could not understand he still could not keep his eyes, his mind - and, as today had proved, his hands - off other women.

Before their holiday in Spain last year he had convinced himself he had at least part of an excuse. After the thrill of their early months together, Sara had become less interested in sex and he had found that part of their relationship frustrating. Consequently he had occasionally weakened and found sexual solace with one or two of Sara's friends, but these had been mostly one night stands and, to David, had meant little. But he knew for certain that, if discovered, they would have meant the end of his relationship with Sara, and right now David did not want that at all.

However, since their holiday and the terrible row they had had that one night, things had certainly changed for the better. Almost from the next day Sara had become more confident, more self assured, much more sexually aware and more in control of their relationship. This was new to David who was used to being the one in charge, but so far he loved every minute of it. Well, almost every minute. He realised he was beginning to resent the amount of time Sara spent with her brother Sam, especially now that they were competing in their club's tennis competitions. Jealousy was a new thing for him and he didn't like the way it made him feel. Sara and Sam were out together practically every Thursday evening and occasionally at other times too and it seemed she almost always refused David sexually on those evenings.

But then, Sara had always been close to her brother and anyway David was almost certain that Sam had persuaded Sara to take him back after she had caught him masturbating while watching Sam’s beautiful wife Lynn in the swimming pool. David grudgingly admitted that he owed a lot to Sam and mustn't really complain.

He finished his beer and undressed for bed, slipping silently under the duvet beside Sara, who appeared to be asleep, her face turned away from him. He stroked her buttocks beneath her night gown, but there was no reaction. David lay on his back in the darkness and thought.

Watching her sleeping back, he remembered how Sara had made him suffer on that holiday before accepting him back. He had spent two uncomfortable nights on the sofa before being allowed back into her bedroom, and it had been their very last night on holiday before she had let him back into her body. He felt a little ashamed when he thought how much he had upset her - he hadn't meant to hurt her, but just couldn't keep his eyes off Lynn. Sara had been angry and had cried a lot - too much, he sometimes thought - and on at least one occasion she had needed her brother Sam to comfort her during the night. 

They hadn't realised that David, unable to sleep, had seen Sam slipping silently into her room in the small hours. But David had simply thought that Sara had been too proud to let him see how much he had upset her and needed a shoulder to cry on.

And it had all been so silly. Lynn was so good looking that it was impossible for any man not to get turned on when she was in her swimming costume. He hadn't realised he had been touching himself down there. It had just been terrible bad luck Sara had noticed him at that moment. After all the real infidelities she could have discovered, to have nearly split up over this had seemed so ironic. 

To David's continued disappointment, Lynn had never given him any encouragement. Quite the contrary, he thought. There was something cold and un-sexual about the polite, slightly formal way that Lynn looked at him and talked to him. In fact, he thought bitterly, Sam seemed to be the only man who could interest her in that way at all.

So David supposed he should now count himself lucky. He had not lost Sara after all. Sara had acquired a greatly increased sex drive. She had not found out about his flings with Carol and Paula. She had apparently not told Sam about David's voyeurism with Lynn. It looked like he might just have got away with it and all would be well - if only he could now keep his wandering eyes and hands under control. 

Today had not been a good one on that front. At the memory of the evening’s activities, David felt the demon stirring between his thighs once again.

“Paula! Paula! Why are you back in my life once again?” He whispered. Sara stirred slightly before settling back into her regular, slow breathing.

David had known Paula since schooldays. She was one of 'those girls' that your mother warned you about and that consequently you went out of your way to find. Full figured without being fat - voluptuous was the right word - every inch of her cried out 'sex’. Paula knew this well and used it to great effect. 

Not much over five feet tall, her skin was permanently tanned all over - well, not quite all over, David remembered with a smile. Her shoulder-length hair was a variety of colours from near-blonde through copper to rich brown. She had soft, rounded hips and David loved the way just a little of the tanned skin of her tummy squeezed out between the waist of the short, tight skirts she usually wore and the equally tight tops that showed off her heavy breasts off to devastating effect. The strongly sexual image had recently been crowned by the addition of a gold and pearl piercing in her navel. 

At school, David had lusted after her for years and on several occasions had succeeded in taking her to bed, although he always felt it had been Paula who had taken him.

Paula was nowhere near as good looking as Lynn. She was not even as good looking as Sara, but she had passion in abundance. They had slept together less than a dozen times, but David could remember every one of them clearly. Neither of them had been looking for a serious relationship; rather each had been looking for great sexual experiences and had been drawn to each other as they had gradually become experts in their chosen field - the bedroom. As they had grown up, they had experimented with new and exciting ideas and positions and all on the clear understanding that their relationship was to remain purely physical.

After all, Paula was certainly not a woman to live with. She was destined always to be a mistress, never a wife. David knew that, in Sara, he had found a face and a nature to wake up with every morning for a lifetime and did not want to lose that, but he had to admit that even Sara at her most sexy could not stir his loins and fuddle his mind in the way Paula seemed to do without effort.

They had not seen each other since David had gone to college three years ago and she had remained behind. To his astonishment, on the first day of term, David had discovered her working in the office at the same school where he was teaching. Immediately recognising him as an 'old flame', Paula had started flirting with him in her deceptively casual way, and the very first evening they had gone for a quick drink together to talk about old times. David had been in no doubt that her kiss goodnight was more than a quick peck on the cheek between friends. Her closeness reminded him only too well of all their previous encounters and stirred his insides strongly.

He had fought against his urges for the whole of the winter term and had succeeded, but Paula’s animal attraction had remained a powerful force and eventually, urged on by Sara’s reducing libido and the expectation of rejection that Thursday night, David had finally succumbed.

David felt pressure building within his boxer shorts as he remembered what had happened only hours ago and realised that he had a massive erection growing. A big man in more than one way, this constraint of his manhood was becoming painful. David eased his shorts over the growing pole of muscle to let it rise freely over his lower stomach. That felt much better. He stroked his fingers along its lower ridge and felt it harden further. It felt sore from its exertions earlier that evening, but he was still pleased at the length and girth of it. 

When he was younger, David had always hoped he was big in the erection department, but deep down he was as insecure as most men and had suspected that all men believed themselves to be huge. It had taken Paula with her acknowledged expertise and considerable experience of these things to convince him that he really was different. 

"Christ, Dave" She had exclaimed when they had first been naked together and her expert hands and mouth had aroused him fully. "You’ll tear me open with that! We're going to have to take things very slowly, aren't we?" 

He recalled clearly how good that had made him feel. They had been slow and careful and she had been tight and wonderful. But he now understood why so many girls had felt so tight around him and frightened by him, and that he must be careful to avoid hurting them. He had been especially careful with Sara who had seemed so sweet and vulnerable at first. He had thought that her low interest in sex had been partly through fear of his size - but if so, she had overcome that fear now, even if she hadn’t wanted him tonight. 

And tonight he had found Paula too much to resist any longer. David felt a little guilty as he remembered the scene at school only hours ago.

*****

As he was locking up the sports hall after all the kids had gone home, David had become aware of someone watching him. Dressed in his sports kit of shorts and sleeveless top, he had supervising Five a Side Football and had been sweating more than a little. As he turned away from the hall door, he was surprised to find Paula standing in the corridor, having just descended from the spectators’ gallery.

“Hi Paula!” he said, surprised. “I didn’t know you were there.”

“I’ve been watching for a while.” She replied. “I think you’ve been avoiding me, Dave, haven’t you?” She stepped closer. “I knew I would find you here so I thought I’d find out why.” 

She moved much closer to him now, as usual dressed in a tight blue skirt and white crop top. Her red brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail and she wore white socks and training shoes on her feet. David had to admit she looked great.

“I’ve not been avoiding you Paulie.” He replied, using her pet name from school years ago. “I’ve been busy with my course.” He paused, not wanting to upset her but she was watching him suspiciously. 

“We could go for a quick drink in the ‘Lion’ if you’d like a chat about old times…”

“OK, lover. “Paula replied, pouting, making him laugh out loud. “You get changed and I’ll see you outside.”

“I’d better have a shower first.” said David. “I’ll just be a few minutes.” And with that, he opened the door of the boys’ changing room and slipped inside.

Stripping off his sweat-soaked clothes, David grabbed his towel and walked through to the shower room. He turned on the taps and stepped back until the first few seconds of cold water eventually became a warm and steamy stream. He stepped into the spray, letting it run through his thick hair and down his chest. Although his body was relaxed, his mind was in turmoil. 

Paula had been right - he had been avoiding her. Although not usually troubled by conscience, he had wanted to be faithful to Sara and had thought the best way was to keep away from temptation – and Paula was certainly temptation. At first he thought he could win the battle, but now……Well, a man can take only so much, can’t he?

Inexorably, his mind went back to their previous encounters. He remembered her passion, the way she smelt, the way she tasted, the way her body gripped his when he was inside her…. And now she was out there, waiting for him.

He soaped his arms, his chest and his stomach, staring at the ceiling deep in thought. Then he lathered his thighs, his calves and down between his legs, reveling in the feel of the hot spray. His cock was stirring noticeably, and the more he thought of Paula, the more it stirred. David took the bar of soap and vigorously lathered his small, tight buttocks, remembering the touch of Paula’s confident hands on his skin. His cock was fully erect now; strong, bold and large, easily reaching his navel. 

David looked down at his erection in satisfaction. Although he had never measured it, he knew it to be something special. Something that separated him from other men, and drew him so strongly towards women. He turned and as the hot water struck the back of his head and ran down his broad back, he cupped his testicles in his left hand and held his thick shaft in his right. He ran his fingers up and down, from its wide strong base to its smooth, rounded tip. It was a long journey. It felt good. 

He turned to his right to let the water wash away more suds and, to his horror, realized he was being watched again. Leaning against the frosted glass partition was Paula. She was watching him closely, her arm raised, her legs crossed, his discarded shorts in her right hand. David felt very embarrassed, but Paula appeared unmoved. Looking him straight in the eye, she raised her hand and pressed his used shorts to her nose. She inhaled deeply and threw them aside.

“I love the smell of a big, strong man.” She said huskily, laughing at her own words as she spoke.

David’s automatic reaction was to try and cover himself. Realizing the futility of this, he turned and smiled sheepishly at her, his erection now huge and very obvious. Paula said nothing more but, lowering her hand from her face, crossed her arms over her chest and, grasping the hem of her crop top, lifted it slowly and sexily up and over her head. Her eyes never left David’s as she posed provocatively in a bursting white bra and short blue skirt. David felt his erection brushing his lower belly and grasped it in his right hand. Paula laughed and, thrusting her chest towards him, deftly unfastened the clasp of her brassiere, letting it slip over her smooth brown shoulders to be cast aside. Her full, round, tanned breasts broke free, their large dark nipples standing proud and erect. David felt his cock throbbing as the hot water beat down on his wet back.

Paula sauntered towards him, her eyes still fixed on David’s, until her face was within inches of his. David craned his neck forwards, his lips seeking hers, but Paula lowered herself teasingly beyond his reach and dropped to her knees in font of him until her face was merely inches from his huge erection. The hot water of the shower beat down on her face and hair, running in streams down her back as she raised her face. Paula looked up at David, a broad smile on her lips as without a word, she took the swollen head of his cock into her mouth. 

It filled her face, its girth stretching her cheeks and as she dipped her head forward, barely half of its length had entered her mouth before David felt his head striking the back of her throat. He moaned with pleasure as she pulled her head back, kissing him on the smooth round tip of his cock.

“You’ve not got any smaller in the last three years, Dave!” She said jokingly. “I’ve really missed you ….. All of you.” 

Opening her lips, she pulled David’s huge erection into her mouth, taking in more than half of its length this time. Her hand slipped between his thighs, sliding upwards until her fingers brushed against his scrotum. She cupped his tight sack in her palm as her tongue lapped along the length of his shaft, tickling the ridge along its underside and running around the rim of his glans. David’s knees felt weak. Paula’s practiced skill had always been able to reduce him to jelly. He watched as her head bobbed up and down and his cock vanished into her mouth, reappearing long, smooth and shiny with her saliva. He began involuntarily to flex his pelvis, driving his cock further into her mouth with each stroke, watching her cheeks bulge as she pressed herself onto him time and again. He felt strong, so big and so turned on.

The warm water had soaked Paula’s short blue skirt, sticking its folds to her buttocks and thighs and showing off her rounded, enticing body. David’s knees began to tremble and he stroked her wet hair as he dropped slowly to his knees in front of her, all the time Paula’s mouth holding tightly to his erection. As he knelt before her, she sat back on her heels with her legs splayed apart and the bronzed skin on her back glistening in the wet spray of the shower. 




The Tangled Web Ch. 03



David grasped Paula by her wet hair and began to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. She ran her teeth along his shaft as it was driven to the back of her throat and then drawn swiftly away. Over and over, he thrust as much as two thirds of his great length between her lips, stopping only when his swollen head struck the back of her throat. David shuddered with pleasure as she gripped his tight sack once again, her searching index finger thrusting between his buttocks and toying with his tight anus. David moaned and opened his knees to give her freer access. As the tip of Paula’s tongue traced the rim of David’s glans, so the tip of her finger traced the rim of his sphincter until, as his stomach churned with pleasure, she forcibly penetrated his most private place, pressing her index finger into his anus up to the first knuckle. 

His control slipping away, David began to thrust his hard cock more forcefully into her mouth, driven forward by the pressure in his rectum. He struck the back of Paula’s throat again and felt sure she would choke, but without hesitation, Paula leaned forward, tilting her head back slightly, straightening her windpipe and opening her throat wide. 

Suddenly, to his delighted astonishment, David felt his throbbing cock slide its nearly its full length into her eager mouth, deep into her throat until his balls almost touched her chin and his pubic hair brushed lightly against her nose. She noisily gasped in his clean, masculine smell, and David felt the thrill of anticipation make her shiver from her full mouth to her yearning vulva.

He began long, slow strokes, deep into Paula’s throat, driving his head past her teeth, past her tongue and, as it felt, deep into her chest, which visibly heaved with every thrust. David’s body trembled with the excitement of this totally new sensation but knew it couldn’t last long. Sure enough, after only half a dozen strokes, a red-faced and panting Paula pulled her face from his groin and sat back on her ankles, grinning up at him.

“My turn now, Dave!” she said and, standing up so that her head reached his chest, she took his hand and pulled him towards a wide, low wooden bench in the middle of the changing room floor. Dripping water, she quickly scooped all David’s clothes off the bench and onto the floor before turning around and lying back on the bench. Paula grinned as David knelt between her legs. She grasped a knee in each hand and lifted them high and apart. Her wet blue skirt fell back onto her stomach. She was wearing nothing underneath and boldly presented David with her wet, neatly trimmed, already engorged vulva. He placed a hand under each of her buttocks and lowered his head.

At the first touch of his tongue, Paula’s whole body jumped as if from an electric shock. David drew his tongue, wide and flat, across her outer lips, the slightly metallic taste bringing a shiver to his spine. He remembered Paula’s taste well. He felt her short, wiry pubic hairs under his tongue and breathed her musk deeply. God! Paula was all sex. 

He began to work the tip of his tongue inside her puffy outer lips and, helped by her rising excitement, opened them and found her salty inner core. Paula gasped and pulled her legs open wider. David’s tongue dived deep between her inner lips and into her moistening vagina. Long and stiff, David worked his tongue in little circles around the rim of Paula’s tight opening, listening to her purrs of delight. He pulled her open with his fingers, allowing him to dive deeper within her, then pulled back and sought her clitoris. Paula began to pant as he found her swollen nib and licked it with the flat of his rough tongue in short jerky movements before spreading her hood open and licking the underside with short darting movements of his tongue tip.

Paula’s body responded perfectly. David could smell and taste her lubricating as drops of her juices dripped down his chin as his tongue and lips made her clitoris harden and her breath shorten. She began to moan quietly but contentedly.

Despite Paula’s thighs either side of his head and her juices in his mouth, David couldn’t help thinking of Sara, the woman he was even now cheating on. Sara by now would be squealing loudly in excitement. He felt a slight pang of guilt, but it didn’t last more than a few seconds as Paula’s voice, weak with passion, croaked out.

“Fuck me, Dave. Fuck me now!”

David needed no second bidding. He immediately pulled his head away, planting one final kiss on Paula’s hard clitoris and, rising to his knees and taking his huge cock in his right hand, he rubbed its engorged tip up and down her reddening slit. Paula moaned again and in response, David pressed its head between her inner lips and into the mouth of her vagina.

“Nnnnngh!” Came from Paula’s lips. “Take it slowly, Dave.”

He felt her body tightly gripping his head and saw the stretching of her lips around him. He pressed her knees firmly backwards, forcing her to open a little further, then drove his erection further into her. Inch by inch he entered Paula’s vagina, contented moans accompanying every move, until he felt his head rest against her cervix. At least a quarter of his cock was still outside her body. He pulled back and began to thrust in and out of her, taking care to stop short of a full stroke each time.

Paula relaxed into their lovemaking. Her body began to soften and she loosened around his shaft. Her lubrication became thick and creamy and as David felt himself sliding more smoothly and easily into her, so he deepened his stroke until a further inch penetrated her with each thrust. Paula was now moaning loudly, her hands gripping the sides of the low wooden bench as David’s thrusts sought to drive her up it. Her nipples were like bullets as her large, full breasts rippled across her chest with each upward drive. She began to pant and short sharp squeals escaped her lips.

“Deeper, Dave. Deeper.!” She croaked.

In response, David thrust himself hard into her body. His head slammed into her cervix and she cried aloud in pain.

“No! No.! Wait!” She protested. David paused as Paula lifted herself onto her elbows and slid herself off his erection. Before his eyes, she rolled over and onto her knees, tucking them under her body and thrusting her gaping vagina towards him. David understood. He rose to his feet and, as Paula gripped the front of the bench with her white knuckles, he entered her body once gain from behind. This time nearly all his mighty erection was inside her when he struck her cervix and instead of a cry of pain, a gasp of delight could be heard. His hands on her tanned buttocks, he began to pump, the new angle of her body bringing new sensations to his inflamed erection. He soon felt the warmth of his climax beginning high up between his thighs. 

With a grunt, he finally drove the full length of his erection into her body. Paula cried out loud with a mixture of pleasure and pain and immediately began to climax herself. Great waves of warm wet pleasure rippled through her body as David slammed into her time and again. His waist smacked against her buttocks. His balls slapped against her clitoris. Paula was almost shrieking as she came, pressing back on his cock to swallow as much of its length as she could despite the pain. 

She felt a release in David’s tension as he began to cum inside her, his warm sticky juices mixing freely with her own. Their frantic thrusts slowed and eventually stopped.

David, panting heavily, drew his softening cock from Paula’s vagina and sat down heavily on the bench next to her. Paula, giggling, swiveled around to snuggle up to him. They were both sweating. 

“You’ve got better in the past three years.” Paula eventually said.

“So have you. And bolder!” David replied.

“And I’m sure you’re bigger!” She joked, pinching him on the upper thigh. 

They kissed and, once they had recovered their breath, showered once more together.

David had driven Paula home in his car, still wearing her wet blue skirt. They each knew that this would not – could not - be a one-night stand.

*****

In his bed next to the sleeping Sara, the prospect of that wonderful, purely sexual relationship beginning again thrilled David. 

A large part of him didn't want to hurt Sara or put his new relationship with her at risk. He liked their relationship much more now and felt comfortable with her as a long term girlfriend. Another, larger part of him was excited at the prospect of more superb, uncomplicated, unreserved sex with Paula. 

He considered things for a while. In his mind, his conscience, which was clearly focused on Sara, wrestled valiantly with his loins, equally clearly focused on Paula. It was an unequal battle and the outcome had never been in doubt. He brightened as a wonderful solution crossed his mind. 

Perhaps he could manage both. After all, he had done so successfully in the past? 

And Paula was a trooper. She would never let Sara know, would she? He would just have to be careful, that was all. And anyway, he wasn't married to Sara yet, was he? He'd taken no vows of faithfulness yet. Best to get it all out of his system now, before things got too serious. He promised himself he would be faithful to Sara when they were married, but that wasn't now, was it?

His mind now made up, David relaxed and let himself think about Paula and the things they had enjoyed together. She had been a good teacher as well as a great lover. He had learned so much from her in such a short time; things which he had used to good effect with other girls - even with Sara, he thought wryly. But there was always room for more learning.

Unconsciously, his fingers closed around his shaft as his hand rose and fell. 

He remembered his first time with Sara, how tight she had been; how she had cried afterwards and how he had been frightened by the thought of commitment to her. 

He remembered Paula; her eagerness and energy and the voracity of her appetite. He remembered the many new ideas and positions they had tried. He remembered her goodbye kiss that evening that promised more pleasures to come.

Within minutes, David felt his body in mild spasm and, with a pleasant wet release, his belly was covered in a warm, sticky fluid. He sighed and sank back into the pillow. It had been a long time since he had masturbated and it had felt good. His thighs felt warm and his back ached a little. After a few minutes he reached for a tissue and began to clean himself up. 

Things were beginning to look interesting, he thought. He lay back on his pillow and fell asleep.



The Tangled Web Ch. 04



February 1999 - The First Weekend Away

© JGUK 2004

The Tangled Web is a story spanning several years and is based on the complicated lives of a brother and sister and those they live with. Set in the English Midlands, the tale is told through a series of interlocking short stories. Although designed to be read in sequence, I have tried to make each chapter stand as a complete and satisfying story in itself.

(Please note – although I introduce a 14 year old character at this stage of this story, I have done so only because it is necessary to explain things that happen in future Chapters in following years. At this point she is underage and does not feature sexually. All sexually active characters are over 18.)

It was a cold Friday evening in February. Sara stood waiting outside the main railway station swaddled in a long dark winter coat and bright woolen scarf. She felt the cold light wind on her legs. Trousers, she thought. Perhaps I should have worn trousers. No, she decided. Tonight there were good reasons not to. She stamped her feet as hard as her heels would allow. Smiling to herself, she felt instantly warmer. She probably wouldn't have to wait long. 

"Hurry up, Sam!" she said under her breath, willing her brother to arrive soon.

As if in response to her command, a familiar small silver sports car turned off the main road and into the station forecourt. Sara smiled as it pulled quickly to a halt in front of her and the driver's door burst open. A flustered Sam sprang out of the driver's seat and ran around the car to greet her. He kissed her cheek lightly and stooped to pick up her overnight bag. 

"Sorry I'm late, Midge." He said, straightening up. "The traffic was terrible. Must be the cold bringing everyone out in their cars." He opened the small boot and squeezed Sara's bag in alongside his own. She grinned at him and opened the passenger door, feeling a wave of warm air wash over her from the inside. Quickly taking off her coat, she passed it to Sam, before almost jumping into the car and closing the door rapidly behind her. Sam laid the coat in the boot carefully on top of their bags before closing the lid and climbing back into the driver's seat.

Once inside, doors closed, Sara unwound her scarf and tucked it beneath her legs with her handbag. She turned to face Sam.

"Well, here we are. We've actually done it." She said, slightly hesitatingly. "Are you still sure, Sam?"

"Never more so." He replied, and leaned over in the cramped cockpit to kiss her lovingly on the lips. He felt her mouth open and their tongues touched. His fingers found hers and they held each other for a few wonderful seconds before leaning back in heir seats once again.

"We'd better go. Someone might recognize us here." Sam said, squeezing his sister's fingers with his left hand and starting the engine with his right. He drove quickly away.

They traveled in companionable silence through busy shopping streets and northwards through rows of houses, the car radio playing unnoticed in the background. After a short time they reached the outskirts of the city, where they passed brightly lit factory units until the buildings finally faded away and they joined the motorway. Sam accelerated into the traffic, enjoying the power of the small car's performance. As they pulled into the outside lane, the engine settled into a bearable hum and Sam could relax a little and collect his thoughts. Finally, after weeks of planning and frustration, they were after really going to do it!

'It' was an important watershed in Sara and Sam's relationship - their first full weekend together. Weeks of careful planning and scheming had paid off that afternoon when Sam had left his wife Lynn at home, supposedly to go on a weekend residential management course run by his employer, and Sara had kissed her boyfriend David goodbye and caught a bus to the railway station, apparently to visit an unhappy girlfriend in Brighton. 

They had been simple deceptions, but they had been effective and of course it had been essential that their stories had been convincing. And now they could be together for two full days and nights, in a place where they would not be recognized; a place where they could relax together without fear of discovery. 

Sam turned his head towards Sara. Although it was almost dark, there was still a little weak sunlight which, with yellow street lights and the many passing car headlights, illuminated the car's interior well enough to see. Keeping one eye on the road, he studied his sister as she sat gazing at the road ahead. He liked what he saw. She had really made an effort and looked simply beautiful. Sara's glossy brown hair tumbled softly onto and over her shoulders. Her tight fitting white top, surely newly bought for this weekend, shone brightly in the sodium light and her skirt, pulled tightly downwards to within four inches of her knees, showed off her slim legs to perfection. As if aware of his eyes on her body, Sara wriggled in her seat for comfort, crossing her knees in an unconsciously sensual manner. 

Sam reached over and stroked her right thigh. Sara looked up at him. She placed her hand upon his and squeezed. "How much further?" she asked.

"About an hour, but we'll have to stop for petrol soon."

"Good. I need to pick up a few things."

A large blue road sign promised services in 5 miles and after a few minutes, Sam pulled the car off the motorway into a brightly lit forecourt. Stopping beside a pump, he stepped out of the car, pulling on his jacket against the cold wind and began to fill the car with petrol. To his surprise, the passenger door was also opened and Sara stepped out. Hurriedly smoothing down her skirt, she sprinted round to the boot from which she quickly retrieved her overcoat and pulled it on, fastening the buttons high up under her chin. 

"Just going to buy a couple of things." She called out as she ran to the forecourt shop. Sam watched her pass through the automatic doors and begin to look along the shelves. He turned back to the car as a firm click in his hand told him the tank was now full. Replacing the nozzle in its holder and fastening down the filler cap, Sam walked to the pay station. He looked for Sara in the shop, but could not see her. After a brief wait in a queue, he paid for his petrol and returned to the car to find Sara sitting once again in the passenger's seat, her coat still buttoned up to he neck. 

"Shall I put your coat back in the boot?" he asked.

She shook her head. "It's too cold. All the warmth has gone since we stopped. I like it warm" Sara replied, kissing him on the cheek. "Let's get going."

Sam started the engine and they pulled away.

****

Back home in their flat, David looked in the bathroom mirror as he shaved, looking forward to an unhurried, undisturbed evening with Paula. It really was fortunate that Sara's friend Louise was having yet another man crisis and needed a girly chat that weekend, when Paula was 'available'. Perhaps he should have expressed more interest or even concern for Sara's friend. No matter now, Sara hadn't seemed suspicious of him when she left. 

He washed the lather from his face and went through to the bedroom, pondering as he did so the third Valentine's Day card he had received the previous week. He had, as expected, received a romantic one from Sara containing a heart-shaped chocolate and, surreptitiously, a sexy one from Paula containing a pair of her 'slightly soiled' panties. But there had been a third. 

David liked being a teacher. He had a real talent for it. He had a genuine interest in his subjects and knew how to present them with enthusiasm in just the right way to keep the interest of his pupils. They in turn were beginning to respect him, and the other staff were beginning to accept him in their midst.

As with most schools, the majority of the teachers were women. David liked this too. Although he had been careful in the early months to fit smoothly into his surroundings, he had kept a careful watch on his female colleagues to determine which, if any, might be susceptible to his charms. Now, with some time served behind him and Paula on hand (literally at times), he felt able to make some tentative moves. He always had Sara of course, but a man needed variety as well as security, didn't he? 

As a young and attractive teacher, he had also become used to girls occasionally getting crushes on him. They were usually sweet, innocent and short-lived, ending as soon as a 'proper' boyfriend their own age appeared on the scene. David knew instinctively how to manage these situations professionally yet sensitively. Many of his pupils were highly attractive, their young bodies developing before his eyes, but he knew better than to even consider them as potential prey. 

Sophie, the sender of the mystery card, was only 14 years old. What made things different from the other cards and notes he had received on previous occasions was that it made no demands to marry him, or accusations that he had encouraged her. It simply said

'I think I've fallen in love with you. I know I'm young, but I'm sure. One day you'll feel differently about me. I'll wait until then. Love Sophie.' 

David had ignored it initially, but then had found it impossible not to find out who Sophie actually was. Gradually, over the week, he had discovered more about the intelligent, very young-looking, slightly overweight girl with long strawberry-blonde hair. She was pleasant and, despite her protestations of love, had never been intrusive, never stalked him, never been an embarrassment. 

Nevertheless she was much too young. David was nothing if not professional in his work. If she ever became more difficult, David thought, he would just have a quiet word with her. No - much too dangerous. Much better to get Paula to explain how it could never work. 

He would mention it when he was with Paula tonight - if he found time during what he hoped would be a full and satisfying evening....

*****

An hour after their brief break, the old stone buildings of York welcomed Sara and Sam as they passed through its ancient streets. The directions to their hotel were clear, and - even with Sara navigating - after only a few minutes, they found it. Sam maneuvered the car into a narrow space in the car park and carried their two weekend bags into the foyer. 

The hotel was all they could have hoped for - small, old fashioned and romantic. Sara was delighted to find as they checked in that Sam had reserved their room as if they were husband and wife. She loved this romantic gesture, and playfully pinched the fleshy part of his arm as he signed the registration card. 

A smartly dressed, rather self important young man showed them to their room. It was bright and warm, overlooking the garden and nearby river which sparkled in the moonlight. The bed, a king sized double, stood in the centre of the floor. As the many features of their room were pointed out to them in somewhat flowery terms by their host, Sara could not resist touching the clean crisp white sheets and winking at Sam, who was trying not to laugh. After what seemed to her like an age, the young man said goodnight rather formally and left the room, finally leaving the two of them alone. 

Sam closed the door silently behind him and listened as the departing footsteps passed along the corridor and away. He turned to face Sara who was trying unsuccessfully to suppress a giggle. He leaned back against the door and broke into giggles himself. Their laughter subsided and they began to relax as they both realized that, for the first time since their affair began, they had nothing to hurry them, no partners to rush back for, no reason to look over their shoulder. They finally now had time for ... each other.

Realizing they were at last alone, a heavy silence suddenly descended as each waited for the other to make the first move. After such a long wait, it could not be long delayed.

A broad smile passed across Sara's face. She fixed her eyes on Sam's and as if in slow motion, without a word, she slowly began to unfasten her long overcoat. Sam watched spellbound as the buttons opened easily and the coat fell open. Sara plunged her hands in her pockets and slowly opened the coat wider and wider. Sam's jaw dropped open. Beneath her coat she wore white silk stockings, a silk suspender belt and panties and - nothing else. He tried to speak but his words caught in his throat. Sara slowly shook her head and the coat fell open further. Her small breasts, their nipples firm and pointed, were still partly concealed by the large lapels, but clearly bare and so enticing. 

With a coquettish swing to her hips, Sara walked towards Sam. As she came closer, her hands left her pockets and her arms rose and wrapped themselves tightly around his neck. She pressed her tight, toned, warm body against him and her lips eagerly sought his. The touch of her warm mouth was electric. Sam's lips parted automatically and her firm active tongue darted into his mouth. 

Sam, at first bewildered by this passionate embrace, found his body responding instinctively. His hands quickly found Sara's lower back and he pulled her more firmly against him, kissing her passionately in reply. Her mouth was pressed hard against his and he sucked on her tongue as his hands slipped the coat from her shoulders and on to the floor. His cool fingers traced a long line down her naked spine and fanned out over her firm warm buttocks. She winced at the coldness of his touch, then relaxed more as he cupped her cheeks, stroking them gently, feeling himself hardening quickly within his pants. He felt the smoothness of her silk lingerie against her soft skin, and the firmness of her nipples as they pressed against his chest. 

Sara's lips parted from Sam's and her hands dropped from his neck to fumble with his belt and zip. With a skill that surprised him, within seconds both were undone and he was astonished to feel her hand plunge into the open front of his pants to grasp his cock firmly. Sam's knees felt suddenly weak. Sara began to pump her hand up and down, feeling Sam swell between her fingers. In passionate response, Sam slid a finger deep down between her buttocks, seeking the base of her moistening slit.

"Come with me now, Sam. I want you now!" Sara whispered in his ear, as she backed towards the bed, leading him by his now pulsing erection. As the back of her legs touched the cool sheets, Sara laid herself back on the covers. Sam's trousers and pants were around his knees. He kicked off his shoes and bent over to pull his clothes off. Naked from the waist down, his erection stood boldly in front of him and he moved between Sara's opening legs. Sam slipped his hands behind her knees and lifted her legs upwards and apart, his fingers sliding down the inside of her thighs until they touched the warm silk of the panties covering her vulva. Sam drew the back of his middle finger across her pubic mound, feeling her heat and wetness through the delicate cloth. As he did so, Sara threw her head back and tilted her hips towards him. Breathless with excitement, Sam grasped the sides of Sara's knickers and drew them over her buttocks. They slid easily along her thighs, over her knees and soon joined his pants on the floor. He looked down at her nakedness, her dark triangle moist and inviting, framed by the whiteness of her suspender belt and stockings. Sara reached out her hands towards him. 

Sam climbed onto the bed and knelt upright between his sister's thighs. He bent and kissed her on the lips, long and passionately, their mouths open wide, their tongues entwined as at the same time he directed the head of his erection towards her firm, turgid flesh. Sara's mounting passion would allow no delay. She slid her hands along his sides, and pulled his body towards her, his hardness at last parting her engorged lips. She gasped as his head began to enter her and her fingernails dug firmly into his flesh as he slid smoothly into her moist, welcoming passage.

Sam felt the pull of her arms and drove forward with all his weight. 

A gasp of pleasure escaped her lips as Sam filled her body. Sara lay panting underneath him as he rested for a fraction of a second before the power of his desire suddenly overtook him. He began to drive himself forcefully in and out of her hot, moist passage with a fury that surprised them both. Instantly responding to his thrusts, Sara began a familiar moan beneath him but Sam's passion had reached new heights. Unable to slow down, unable to control himself, unable to consider Sara's pleasure above his own mounting passion, Sam's thrusts rapidly increased in speed and violence and he heard himself grunting aloud with unconcealed lust. 

Sara's moans increased in volume and intensity as his thrusts quickly became more and more frantic. Sam barely noticed the sound, caught up in his own desire for satisfaction. He felt pain in his groin and a hot wetness spreading down his thighs and up his back. High pitched, strangled cries burst from him as his knees buckled and he began to come within her in huge, body-racking spasms, accompanied by loud squeals of delight from his sister as her vagina grasped eagerly at his erection.

Sweat dripped from his face and shoulders onto Sara's heaving breasts as he slowly regained control, his erection still hard within her, gripped by her vaginal spasms. He fell across her on the bed panting. Their chests heaving, they both gasped for breath before both suddenly breaking into bursts of giggles.

"God, I needed that." Sam gasped.

"I could tell. Me too." Sara panted. "You were so .....so wild, Sam." 

"I'm sorry Midge. I just couldn't help it. I got carried away." He sounded sheepish. "I didn't really try and make it good for you too."

"Don't think about it." She replied, stroking his cheek. "It was good for me too. Trust me."

"Really?"

"Really! And we've got plenty of time to try again." Sara smiled broadly. 

They rested as Sam softened within her. Kissing her once again, he carefully drew himself out of her body and rolled gently over to lie alongside her. His fingers found hers and he squeezed her hand. 

"You know the best thing, Sam. We can do it all weekend if we want."

"Oh! I want, Midge, I want." Sam laughed. "It's a wonderful feeling. All weekend. Just us. And what a way to start."

Sara rolled onto her side and began to stroke Sam's stomach. 

"Oh yes! Just when did you take off your clothes, young lady?" he demanded.

"Can't you guess?" She replied in a whisper. "I've been turned on all day waiting for this. I wanted to surprise you." 

"You certainly did that." Sam said, toying with her silky hair. "I should have suspected something. I thought wearing your coat in the car was a bit much, even for this cold weather."

"It is cold, isn't it?" Sara fell silent, then squeezed Sam's arm. "Let's get into bed properly and get warm."

She slowly stood up alongside the bed and undressed completely, unselfconsciously, taking off her remaining clothes carefully and putting them away. Happy to be led, Sam threw off his shirt and within seconds they were both fully naked, cuddling under the bedcovers. 

Sara rested her head on Sam's shoulder.

"Sam, I want to do everything this weekend. I want us to be a real couple."

Sam kissed the top of her head.

"Whatever you want, Midge. I hoped you'd say that."

She turned her face to his and he kissed her lips, gently and lingeringly this time. 

"Do you want to eat yet, or..." Sam asked.

"Or! Definitely Or!" Sara answered, her hand lightly stroking his lower stomach.

"I'm not sure I'm ready yet." He said sheepishly, then moaned softly as her fingers tickled his half firm cock.




The Tangled Web Ch. 04



She turned her body towards him and at the tender touch of her fingers, he felt himself hardening once again. Sam closed his eyes and concentrated on the feel of her fingertips on his body. Sara moved alongside him and he felt her hair brush over his chest as her head disappeared below the bedcovers. Suddenly his cock was engulfed in warmth and wetness as she took him into her opening mouth. Her lithe, active tongue covered his head and sought out the ridge underneath as her hand cupped his tightening sack. Sara's teeth scraped lightly along his shaft as she took more of him into her mouth. He was getting hard now, very hard. His hands stroked her smooth back and played with her hair as she slid her mouth up and down his length. Suddenly Sara tasted a little precum on his tip and knew it was time to move on. Her head rose up out of the covers and she rolled onto her back, pulling Sam on top of her.

They made love again. This time more slowly, gently and passionately. Through the open window they heard voices nearby in the garden, but these merely served to heighten their excitement as their lightly tanned bodies melded together upon the white sheets. Sam felt Sara's soft nakedness pressed against his rougher but still sensitive skin as they rolled together, stroking each other's bodies. 

Soon their desire would permit no further foreplay and Sam rose gently between his sister's thighs once again, gazing into her eyes as he prepared to enter her once forbidden body. Sara stroked Sam's face with her fingertips as he gently filled her. Inch by inch he moved into her until at last her cool, wet pubic hair touched his lower belly. He felt her warmth all around him. He felt the tightness of her entrance around the base of his shaft, and the pressure of her cervix on his tip as his erection pressed into her deepest recesses. She tightened herself around him and smiled as she felt a shiver of excitement pass through him. 

Sam began to slide very slowly and positively out of her until just his head remained within, then he slid equally slowly back in. The slowness allowed him to feel her tightness along every inch of his shaft, and in her turn Sara could feel every bump and ridge along his length. The new sensations thrilled her. Consciously, they relaxed into this new, unhurried lovemaking, so far removed from the snatched encounters of their relationship so far. Sam's strokes were long, slow and measured. Sara's responses, deliberately in time with his, heightened her own arousal gradually and immensely pleasurably. Her breathing became deep, and then heavy, and she began to moan again in a slow rhythm in time to Sam's thrusts. Sam heard and recognized her arousal and allowed his own to increase as well. 

They had never made love so slowly or for so long before. Their bodies, always well in tune, were finding new levels of synchronization as, free from the pressures of time and fears of discovery, they let themselves go. Sam felt almost drunk as waves of pleasure began to pass through him. A strong white light seemed to burn within him, emanating from their union and dulling all sensations but the feeling of Sara all around him. Sara felt a wet warmth from within beginning to spread through her as concentric circles of pleasure rippled outwards from her vulva. Sam's slow thrusts increased in speed and he opened his eyes to see Sara's face below him, her mouth open, panting visibly. He looked down to where his body entered hers and saw and smelled the white foam forming around his erection, telegraphing Sara's rising passion in the clearest way possible.

In near perfect harmony, their gyrations gradually increased in speed and intensity until, as one, the growing burning in their loins overtook them and an uncontrollable mutual orgasm shook them profoundly and visibly. Sam once again came within Sara's eager body, the power of his climax curling his toes and making his legs tremble as he panted for breath. Sara felt the joy of his warm, sticky release as the intensity of her own orgasm almost choked her. She felt overpowered and opened like a flower to receive eagerly the seed now filling her.

Sam's body twitched as the last drops of cum were pumped out of him. He fought to catch his breath and, as he finally began to soften, rolled off Sara to lie once again alongside her. His chest heaved. Sara lay, eyes closed, next to him.

Exhausted they both fell asleep.

That evening, after a warm, fragrant bath, they both dressed smartly for dinner. The food was excellent, as was the wine and afterwards, wrapped in their winter coats against the cold night air, they strolled along the river hand in hand. Hardly a word was spoken as they walked onto the ancient stone bridge where they stood together looking into the slow blackness of the great river. Street lights cast their reflections on its surface and the walls of the ancient city were illuminated in the background. They huddled closely together for warmth as they watched their breath turning to steam before them. 

Sam squeezed his sister's hand and frowned. How could something that felt so right be so wrong? Sam asked himself.

They watched several couples pass them as they stood on the bridge. Sam found the pain of knowing that they were different hard to bear. A lump came to his throat and he held Sara closer, noticing a certain wetness in her eyes. He said nothing. After a while, they walked slowly and silently back to the hotel where they sat in a secluded corner of the bar drinking large comforting glasses of heavy red wine.

"Are we really so bad? So wicked? So sinful. Midge?" Sam asked. Sara recognized the sound of torment in his voice and thought carefully about her answer.

"I might feel a bit guilty about cheating on David." She responded, "But then I know he's cheated on me. I feel just a little guilty about Lynn, too, and about Mum and Dad. But when we're together none of that matters. I'm simply in love with you, Sam. No amount of logic can change that."

"How can something that feels so right be so wrong? " Sam mused. "Sounds like a cheap country and western song." He smiled wryly, in an attempt to lighten the mood and squeezed Sara's hand under the table. "I'm madly in love with you too. But I don't know just how far we can push our luck together, Midge. I do know I want to go as far as I can with you. As far as we can go together."

He paused as if a new thought had just struck him. "I'm sure it's only a matter of time before somebody begins to suspect something. I'm not sure I care about most people knowing. But I do know Mum and Dad would never understand. So we must make certain, above all else, that they never find out."

"Meanwhile we have the whole weekend ahead of us, don't we?" Sara said. Giving him a meaningful look. "Are you tired?"

"Not really, Midge."

"Neither am I. Let's go to bed."

She stood and took Sam's hand, leading him away from the table and along the corridor to their room. Sara opened the door with their key and led Sam inside. 

The door closed silently behind them.

In her flat on Sunday night, Sara lay in bed next to the sleeping David, thinking about the last two days. They might well have been the most perfect in her life. She and Sam had walked the crowded streets together as a real couple; seen the sights together; dined together; slept together and for the first time, woken up together. And it had been perfect. She recalled with real joy the feeling inside her when the two of them were mistaken for a married couple. She remembered the look of love on Sam's face when she opened her eyes in the morning to see him watching her.

She remembered the many, many times they had made love, the satisfying soreness between her legs more apparent now they had parted than it had been even that last time together before checking out of the hotel.

Sara knew now she could never be really happy with David. Perhaps she would never be happy with anyone except Sam.

In her mind, an idea began to form as she finally fell asleep.

***

Sam closed his eyes and tried to sleep. Beside him, Lynn slept peacefully, her breathing long and slow. 

He thought of Sara and their weekend, of the sometimes frightening strength of his desire for her, of his passion. He knew he could never hurt Sara deliberately, but could feel the power, the violence, even savagery of his lovemaking increasing as, month by month, their relationship developed.

He thought of his wife, Lynn. Physically almost perfect, making love with her was always controlled to the point of being stifled, always so gentle, like making love to a china doll. Often, he thought ruefully, with about the same level of response.

With Sara, it could hardly have been more different. As their affair had progressed, their compatibility had become more obvious, more exciting, and that weekend, free from pressures, he had for the first time been able to truly let himself go as with no other woman. 

He wondered how it would all end. Right now, he never wanted it to.



The Tangled Web Ch. 05



April 2000 - The Easter Holiday

The Tangled Web is a story spanning several years and is based on the complicated lives of a brother and sister and those they live with. Set in the English Midlands, the tale is told through a series of interlocking short stories. Although designed to be read in sequence, I have tried to make each chapter stand as a complete and satisfying story in itself.

A year has passed since their first weekend away. Sara and Sam are still very much together. Sam is still married to Lynn and Sara still lives with David. Their incestuous relationship is still secret and they are secure enough in their relationships to risk another holiday away as a foursome.

*****

David watched the bedroom ceiling in the early morning light, waiting for the alarm clock to ring. He was looking forward to the end of term. David liked the Easter break – the lull in routine which prepared the staff for the long hot summer term. The previous term had been long and hard work, with unexpected complications. There was Paula, of course. Her demands on him were entirely physical and welcome, if increasingly risky. But there was also now Sophie – not so much a problem, but a factor David hadn’t anticipated.

The previous February, on Valentine’s Day, he had received another card from her. 'I am still in love with you' was all it said. Since last year, David had become more and more aware of Sophie as he worked, especially as she was now in his class for two subjects. Gradually he had begun to appreciate her intellect as the lessons became more demanding, and as they worked more together, so he had found her conversation lively and her humour infectious. He would occasionally spot her gazing at him in an adoring way, which disconcerted him, and he was perhaps reading more into her intonation than was intended, but still not a thought of impropriety crossed his mind. 

No, David was too concerned about the impending holiday in the countryside with Sara, her brother and his wife. The potential for trouble when they were together was always high. The last time they had been away together was the now infamous holiday in Spain where he and Sara had almost split up after she had caught him masturbating as he secretly watched Lynn swimming. Only the hours she had spent with her brother Sam had persuaded her to take him back. He must make sure he did nothing so stupid this time. 

*****

A week later, Sam, Sara, Lynn and David were on holiday in the country. They were staying in an old stone cottage in a very isolated spot near the moors, where there was plenty of good walking and good bike riding.

The cottage had no mains power, relying on its own generator, and when the lights were out was very dark indeed. Like many old houses it had only small windows and heavy curtains kept out almost all the light, and of course being in England, the rain clouds allowed little moonlight anyway.

The two couples did, on the whole get on very well, despite their complicated relationships. Lynn tried hard to enjoy the outdoor life - something Sara and Sam had been brought up on, but which did not come easy to Lynn - and David made strenuous efforts not to annoy Sam. Had he but known it, this was a pointless exercise. Sam's resentment of David arose from far deeper motivations than simple annoyance.

It was Thursday night, the normal night for Sara and Sam's 'tennis' training. They had both been feeling the strain of living so close together for so long without being able to touch, to kiss as lovers and to make love, and the knowledge that this, their night, would have to be missed was proving difficult to accept. 

The weather had been very good that day, and after a long walk along an old railway track, they were all hungry and thirsty. Dinner had been prepared by Sam and David, and had taken much longer than confidently predicted at the beginning. As a result, the two girls in particular had drunk much more white wine than they were accustomed to and were, as Sara put it 'quite squiffy'. 

Throughout the meal, Sara had tried to touch Sam's thighs with her hands and feet under the table, trying to make some form of intimate contact. Sam had served Sara her meal standing rather closer than was strictly necessary and for a moment she thought Lynn had suspected something.

The conversation after dinner had roamed widely and, as it was prone to do when alcohol featured, had touched - but only obliquely - on sex. There was, not for the first time, a sexual frisson in the air and as the plates and cups were cleared, Sara insisted on making more coffee and on helping Sam to wash up in the kitchen. This meant leaving David and Lynn together in the lounge. Sam always felt a little uncomfortable when those two were left together. He very clearly remembered David's obsession with Lynn, which had culminated in that extraordinary night in Spain.

Sam was standing at the kitchen sink as Sara entered the room with the empty cups.

"Are they OK?" he asked.

"Deep in conversation. David's trying to flirt with Lynn but she's having none of it." Sara laughed.

Sam smiled wryly. He knew inside it was hypocritical of him to feel jealous of Lynn simply talking to David when he himself was in a long standing, passionate affair with Sara, but he wouldn't have been a man if he could have helped it.

Sara crossed to the sink and placed the cups one by one into the warm soapy water as Sam washed. Their fingers touched. They both paused and Sara slowly drew her wet index finger up Sam’s arm, leaving a shiny wet trail up to his elbow. He pressed his thigh against hers and she leaned over to whisper in his ear. 

"Sam! I’m going crazy. I can’t stand being so close to you for a full week without having you." 

Sam clutched her hand tightly.

"I know, Midge. I feel so frustrated too. It's impossible to live in this place with you around all day and yet not being able to touch each other. I feel like I'm going to explode."

"What can we do? We can hardly go upstairs together and leave them down here."

“Lynn won’t be left alone for long. Especially with David. She told me she thinks he’s cheating on you.” Sam said laughingly.

“If only she knew. Sam, surely we could find some way to……”

Sam thought for a minute.

"Do you think we could meet later? When they're asleep?" He asked, half joking.

Sara seemed to consider the idea seriously. 

"I suppose it might work. But it would be quite a risk. We would have to be very quiet."

Sam felt encouraged.

"Do you want to try, Midge?"

"Sam, right now I would do anything to have you inside me again." 

Sam smiled broadly at her unaccustomed directness. "Right! Then come down to the kitchen at 2 o'clock. I’ll be waiting." 

Sam turned as Sara closed the half open door. She re-crossed the room to stand in front of him and raised her lips to his. They kissed slowly, softly and silently, the tips of their tongues seeking each other out and intertwining. Sam's free hand in the small of her back pulled her towards him and she felt the hardness of his erection pressing into her stomach.

A sudden scuffling noise outside the door made them spring apart, Sam turning back to the sink as Lynn entered the room.

"I think I'll skip the second coffee and go up to bed now, Sam." She said in a 'David is getting on my nerves again' kind of way. "Are you coming up soon?" This was as close as Lynn ever came to an overt sexual invitation, and Sam knew he must respond to this special moment. 

"As soon as I've finished these plates." He responded. 

Lynn smiled broadly at him and with a quick “Goodnight", left the room. Footsteps could be heard on the stairs.

"Sam!" Sara gasped, horrified. "She wants you to make love to her tonight. Now!"

"Does that really upset you?"

"You know it does, Sam."

"Well I happen to know that David is expecting to do much the same of you, Midge."

“How do you know that?”

“He’s already dropped a few unsubtle hints. He wants you tonight, Midge.”

"What! Not if I can help it."

"Midge!" Sam whispered in earnest. "We must behave as normal as possible, whatever we feel. Lynn is my wife, after all, and David is your boyfriend. You live with him. We must keep outward appearances the same” A troubled look crossed his face. “However painful it is."

"But we will still make love later?" Sara was anxious, insecure. She had started to resent the fact that while she was officially still single, Sam had already been married when their affair had started. He was tied to Lynn much more strongly than she was tied to David and tonight had just served to remind her of that painful fact.

But Sam could read his sister's mind. "I would never miss a chance to be with you, Midge, you know that." He smiled. "I'll be here at two, waiting."

Placing the last plate on the dresser, Sam opened the door to let Sara out and into the lounge where David was waiting, reading his book - or at least with his book over his face, fast asleep.

"Come on sleepy head!" Sara teased, gently shaking David awake. "Time for bed." 

They all three mounted the stairs, Sam joining Lynn in their room, Sara taking David by the hand and leading him into theirs.

*****

Later that night, Sam stood in the deep darkness of the old stone-flagged kitchen. His right hand rested on the cold tap as a torrent of water flowed into the empty porcelain sink, its whiteness barely discernible in the blackness. He felt a little unsteady, knowing he had drunk too much red wine, and needed water. Sam wanted to be in full command of his senses when Sara arrived. He filled his glass with the cold liquid and downed it in one, refilling it and downing a second glass. He felt much better, if a little unstable still. 

The watch on his wrist beeped twice to indicate the hour. 2 am. Timed to perfection, the door handle creaked in the darkness as it turned, and a familiar shape entered the room.

"Midge?" he whispered.

"Yes. Where are you?"

"By the sink. Follow the wall round."

"Shall I put the light on?"

"No. It's too risky. We must be as quiet as we can."

In silence, Sara ran her hands over the kitchen worktop to find her way. Working her hands along its edge, she gradually moved around the room until she met the soft, warm wall that was Sam's body waiting for her. Their hands touched first and Sam grasped her fingers between his. She swung round to face him, barely able to distinguish his features in the gloom. His free hand fell to her waist and as she raised her lips once again, Sam bent to kiss her. Their arms wrapped around each other as their embrace became more passionate. 

After what seemed an age, their lips parted.

"How's David?" Sam whispered hoarsely in Sara's ear.

"Fast asleep."

"Did you….you know? With David?"

"Did you? With Lynn?"

"I asked first." Sam insisted, stepping back from their embrace.

With a noise which Sam thought was of protest, Sara quickly grabbed Sam's hand and pulled his arm back around her waist. She turned to face him. Sam could just make out her face in the darkness by its slight paleness, and was about to ask Sara once again, when with considerable passion, she kissed him on the lips.

Abandoning his questioning, Sam returned Sara's kiss strongly, answering her demands with his lips and tongue. As their kissing became more passionate, Sara's pelvis pressed against Sam's waist and he realized that, despite his recent encounter with Lynn, he already had a huge erection pressing against his boxer shorts. To his delighted astonishment, Sara slipped her hand down the front of his shorts and grasped his shaft firmly. Sam moaned with pleasure and surprise. His hands fell to Sara's waist, then to her buttocks and he pulled her firmly into him, squeezing her hand, still wrapped around his cock, between their two stomachs. His eagerly searching fingers found the hem of her night gown and lifted it, exposing her bare cheeks to his touch. 

He kneaded her buttocks as she gently massaged his erection, pulling her cheeks apart and running a finger lightly up and down her cleft, each stroke bringing his fingers closer to the base of her vulva.

His invading fingertips touched her moist pubic hair from behind, and Sara whimpered softly, rolling her hips against his fingers. Sam felt dampness beneath his touch and his hands moved outwards as he brought his palms under her buttocks. Sara ground herself against his erection, making him harden still further and as he pulled her closer, her breath came faster and her gyrations became more frenzied. Sara's lips pressed harder against his, her mouth open, her tongue seeking his own. Sam felt the hand down the front of his boxer grasp his hard cock more firmly and squeeze. Releasing his hold on her buttocks, Sam slid his middle finger down the cleft in Sara's bottom, over her tight anus and deeper down between her thighs to reach the lower edge of her vulva. He felt warmth and wetness, and at the touch of his finger, a sudden weakness in her knees.

Sara's arms tightened around Sam's neck and he felt her weight on him. His hands returned to beneath her buttocks and, lifting gently with his legs, he raised Sara's hot body off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her forward, staggering in the darkness until she was sitting on the edge of the large oak kitchen table. Feeling the cool wood beneath her, Sara's legs released Sam's waist and she laid back in the darkness, her night gown around her waist, her legs apart. 

Sam could just see the outline of her body in the feeble moonlight. His hands found her knees and he slowly ran his fingers down the inside of her thighs towards her waiting vulva. His fingers found the triangle of short, wiry hair and rested there, his middle finger very slowly exploring the opening of Sara's slit, before slipping confidently into her moist opening. Sara moaned as Sam's long middle finger slid its full length into her until his palm rested against her mound. Sam began to move his finger around in small circles inside her body, feeling her warmth and wetness; hearing her mounting pleasure as her breath caught in her throat. He felt her tighten and loosen around his finger, and slowly, carefully slid a second finger alongside the first. 

A low groan told him it was welcome and, turning his hand over within her, Sam sank to his knees. The darkness was almost absolute, but Sam could feel Sara's wetness with his fingers, hear the soft sounds his fingering was producing, and increasingly smell the hot scent of her mounting passion. Sam worked his fingers in and out of her, turning them over and back, seeking her most sensitive spot. Sara's hips bucked back and forth against his hand, her back arching, soft moans coming from her mouth. Sam felt Sara's vagina tighten suddenly as her body convulsed before him and his palm filled with wetness.

His erection now painful within his shorts, Sam slowed his hands and gently slipped his fingers out of Sara's pussy. He heard a short sound of disappointment from above him. Remaining on his knees between her thighs, he quickly leaned forward and licked Sara's flowing slit with a long single stroke from its base to her clitoris. She gasped and her hands reached down to grip his head tightly and hold his tongue upon her body. Sam licked her again, his tongue firm and pointed. Sara's fingers entwined themselves in his hair and held him firmly as his tongue began to dart eagerly in and out of his mouth and up and down Sara's slit, first in long strokes along her inner lips, then in short rapid movements across and underneath her clitoris. 

Sara began to moan and writhe on the table, her back arching. Sam could feel her excitement increasing and slipped his two fingers back into her vagina, rotating them as his active tongue ran under her clitoris again. Sara's body twitched and her breath came in shorter and shorter gasps. He could hear her, feel her, smell her, even taste her, but could barely see her. The excitement was hard to bear.

Sam slowly rose to his feet, his eyes seeking the smallest glimpse of Sara beneath him. Her pale skin was just visible in the darkness, in contrast to the dark wood of the old oak table on which she lay. Gently removing his fingers from her wet opening once again, he gradually introduced the tip of his cock between her open inner lips. He placed his palms on Sara's smooth white knees and firmly pushed them upwards and apart, noticing with delight that she was wearing short white socks to protect her feet from the cold stone floor. 

The white socks brought back memories of the two of them as children, playing ‘house’ and ‘families’ together. Of he times they had pretended to me husband and wife, pushing a doll around in a toy push chair. He thought of himself inside her body now and his desire multiplied. He drove his cock into her with his whole weight, hearing a small gasp of intermingled shock and pleasure in response, and feeling Sara's pelvis wriggle beneath him. He began to slide himself confidently in and out of her, first in long, slow strokes, then with increasing speed and vigour. He felt her vagina tightening around his shaft and his excitement grew and grew. 

Leaning over to look down into what he could see of her face, Sam began to thrust harder and harder. Twice, his driving thrusts pushed Sara too far up the table and he had to pull her bodily back to the edge. Sara's back arched beneath him and she began to pant. Her fingers sought out the edges of the table and gripped them tightly. She felt both exquisite pleasure and real pain as Sam repeatedly drove himself into her body. Waves of heat rippled outwards from her vulva, and as she relaxed her hips, the power of Sam's thrusts opened her legs wider and wider. She could feel the pounding of his hips on her buttocks and the hammering of his steel hard cock into her insides. She felt broken open by his violence, but at the same time filled by his warmth and love. The pulsing waves of heat reached her chest as her orgasm intensified and her breaths came in short, noisy gasps. 

Through the haze of her climax, Sara realised she would soon begin to moan aloud and cry out in her ecstasy. This would surely wake up Lynn, who was sleeping directly above them. She pulled her nightshirt higher up her body and bit hard on its knotted hem as she clearly felt the head of Sam's cock begin its final swelling within her inflamed body. She tightened herself around his shaft as hard as she could.

Sam felt his climax approaching quickly and grasped Sara by the hips. Animal passion overtook him as a shattering climax grew within. Spasms convulsed his body as his hips drove violently forward and with his strong arms he pulled Sara onto his driving cock. The base of his cock burned as he began to cum inside her, biting his lip to stifle his cries. He could hear the sound of his balls slapping against her buttocks, so violent were his thrusts, and Sara's muffled, hard, guttural noises in time with his pumping. 

Eventually his thrusts slowed to a stop and he rested, breathless, his knees weak beneath him as his cock gradually softened inside her. His breath slowly returned to normal and he sought to hear Sara's sweet breathing before him. Silently, lovingly he ran his palms over her legs, thighs and buttocks, stroking her soft skin in the all-encompassing darkness. 

Finally, with great care, Sam slowly withdrew himself from Sara's tired, spent body. His cock burned in the cold night air.

He groped in the darkness for Sara's hands, and gently helped her sit on the edge of the table. Sara felt the blood return to her tingling legs and she felt a burning soreness between her thighs, soothed slightly by the coolness of the table top. She leaned against Sam, hugging him firmly to her before whispering in his ear.




The Tangled Web Ch. 05



"Oh God, Sam. Oh God. You were wild again tonight."

"Did I hurt you?" Sam asked anxiously.

"It was wonderful, Sam. I think I just had a glimpse of your soul."

"Midge, you make me feel so passionate, so animal. I lose all control when I'm with you. Nobody has ever made me feel like this before."

"I hope I always make you feel this way, Sam. I hope nobody else ever does." They held each other tightly in the darkness for a long time, listening to the ticking of the kitchen clock.

At length, the cool night air made them shiver. Sara finally broke the silence. "We'd better go back to bed, Sam. You'd better go first."

Sam made an unhappy sound. 

"I'll be up soon." Sara insisted. "Go on." 

"OK Midge. I love you." He hugged her and kissed her on the lips. Her mouth opened and they melted into each other one last time.

"I love you too, Sam."

Parting reluctantly from her, Sam turned to grope his way to the door. He suddenly thought of something.

"Midge?"

"Yes?"

"The answer was no, wasn't it?"

"No?"

"About David? Tonight?" Sara laughed.

"If you couldn't tell from where you were, I'm not going to help you." Her voice was light, mocking him a little. Sam wished so much he could see her face. 

He laughed at himself and silently left the room.

Sara waited in the darkness, recovering her breath and thinking. She knew Sam had made love to both the women in his life that night. She knew also that both loved him. It hurt her to think of Sam making love to Lynn, but she knew that she, Sara, could satisfy him in ways no mere wife could ever do. Sam's new, wild passion had proved this beyond doubt tonight. Satisfied, Sara lowered herself to her feet, still a little unsteady. Reaching blindly towards the sink for a damp cloth, she wiped the table top clean.

Sara padded in her white socks across the floor and went upstairs to the room where David lay peacefully sleeping.



The Tangled Web Ch. 06



April 2001 - Morning Sickness

The Tangled Web is a story spanning several years and is based on the complicated lives of a brother and sister and those they live with. Set in the English Midlands, the tale is told through a series of interlocking short stories. Although designed to be read in sequence, I have tried to make each chapter stand as a complete and satisfying story in itself.





The Tangled Web Ch. 06



Eventually she fell still and silent, watching the man in front of her and Mike's body, still but apparently breathing, on the floor close by. 

The biker in front of her slowly removed his helmet. To Lynn's horror, Stuart stood before her, an angry, vicious sneer on his face. Held firmly by his enormous fiend, she felt very afraid. 

"Hello Babe!" he said in a cold, hard voice. "I think we've got a bit of unfinished business."

Lynn began to struggle in fear once again, but was held firmly by the huge man behind her. Adjusting his grip on her arms, he held her tightly, her hands twisted behind her back. Every twist of her body was agony to her arms. She stopped struggling again and stared Stuart in the eyes.

"Let me go, you bastard! Let me go!" she shouted, then wailed as her arms were twisted cruelly again. Stuart put a finger on her lips, and leaned over until his face was inches from hers.

"It's best to be quiet, Lynn baby." His breath was full of beer and cigarettes. Lynn tried to turn her face away, and then recoiled in shock as he slapped her once more.

"Shhh. You need some better manners, babe. It's not nice to refuse a friend like you did." 

With that, Stuart gripped her cheeks in his right hand and forced her lips into a pucker. He placed his mouth on hers and kissed her forcefully, his tongue diving into her mouth but finding her teeth tightly closed. Without taking his mouth from hers, he punched her lightly in the stomach. Her jaws immediately opened involuntarily and he forced his tongue into her mouth, rubbing his lips over hers in a grotesque parody of a long slow kiss. Lynn's stomach churned with fear and disgust. Finally his mouth released hers and he stepped back.

"You see babe, if I want to do something, I'm going to do it. You'd just better get used to the idea." He went on. "See! If I wanted to do this..." He grasped her left breast in his right hand and squeezed it hard. Lynn flinched. This hurt. Lynn's breasts at eighteen were large, full and firm. They were also very sensitive. Tears formed in her eyes.

"Then I will do it..." Stuart put both hands on her breasts and kneaded them. "Like it?" He demanded. "Your nipples are getting hard, just like the little slut they say you are." He released her breasts and for a second, Lynn thought her torment was ending. She was wrong.

"Let's see how you like this, then.. " He said and to her astonishment, he dropped his hand between her thighs, lifting her skirt and sliding his middle finger over her vulva. Only her panties prevented his finger invading her body. She bucked forwards and jammed her knees tightly together in a vain attempt to stop him. He tapped her cheek firmly, momentarily distracting her, and then rammed his hand down the inside of her panties, this time succeeding in forcing his finger between her outer labia. Lynn cried out in fear and shame, but her captor twisted her arms backwards hard and her voice was cut off short. 

It hurt. Her vagina was bone dry through fear, but Stuart still forced his finger upwards into it. 

"Like this, slut?" He pushed his finger further into her vagina and twisted his hand. "From what I hear, I'm about the only one in school who's not been here." He twisted his hand again, catching her pubic hair between his knuckles and pulling it. Lynn cried out in pain.

"We'll have to put that right." Stuart pulled his finger out of Lynn roughly. He stood back and addressed the big biker holding her so securely. "Put her down, Gus."

Lynn's arms were suddenly and violently twisted upwards until her knees bent and she fell forwards onto the hard concrete floor. The two bikers then pulled her body backwards until she lay spread-eagled; her arms open wide, pinioned by the big man's knees. Her legs were pointed towards Stuart and she clenched her knees together again firmly. She had no doubt what Stuart's intentions were.

Standing above her, he kicked her ankles with his motorcycle-booted foot until he had forced her legs apart. Stuart stood above the terrified Lynn, the sneer, now almost triumphant, still on his face. Slowly and threateningly, he threw off his leather jacket and began to unfasten the waist of his trousers. He lowered them to his ankles and pulled his boxer shorts down to meet them.

Lynn's eyes were fixed in terror on the erection that sprang from his huge bush of pubic hair. It was not long, but very thick and, she saw in horror, twisted like a loosely wound corkscrew. Stuart stroked it lovingly. He knelt between her ankles and, placing a hand on each of her knees, he jerked her legs wide apart. Lynn tried to resist, but the big man now kneeling on and crushing her arms twisted them until she cried out in pain and stopped fighting. Her legs were forced wide open and Stuart maneuvered himself above her.

Lynn knew with certainty that she was going to be raped and could do nothing about it. She felt as cold as the hard, unforgiving ground beneath her. 

Stuart leaned over her, filling her face with his foul breath. He was, she could tell, very drunk. She silently prayed that he would finish quickly and not hurt her or Mike, who was still unconscious but breathing, any more.

"You're gonna get well fucked tonight you little slut. Why should I be the only one to miss out?" He breathed in her face. The other man laughed out loud.

Stuart knelt between her open thighs holding his erection in his dirty right hand. He leered at Lynn's terrified face as he leaned over her, supporting his weight unsteadily on his left arm. He kissed her lips hard, their teeth cracking together as Lynn held her mouth tightly shut. Stuart laughed.

"You can't close your snatch like that though, can you?" 

And with that, he drove his knees into Lynn's thighs, driving her legs wide open and jabbed the end of his cock forcefully into her pubic mound. Drunk as he was, Stuart found his target first time. But Lynn was dry and his penetration hurt them both. Stuart's face, merely inches from Lynn's, was twisted into a grotesque mask of anger and lust as he stabbed hard between her legs with his cock trying to drive himself further in. His shaft tore at her pubic hair, pulling it painfully and bruising her vulva. As the pain increased, he grew more angry and violent. 

"No! Stu. Please! Don't" Lynn begged, But this seemed merely to inflame him further. He began to swear under his breath and to jab harder and more wildly with his cock; hurting her more and more until with a shout of "Cunt...Cunt" he finally found forced himself fully inside her.

Lynn gasped in wide eyed terror at the sharp burning pain as Stuart forced the sore head of his cock into her tight, dry vagina, tearing away a handful of pubic hairs as it entered. Her breath caught in her throat, choking off her cries of protest. He was inside her! Huge and horrible! Her eyes, wide as saucers, fixed on his face; her whole body stiff, tense, pinioned by the weight of the huge leather-clad biker on her arms. She was helpless. Above her, Stuart finally realized he had entered her vagina and a sneer spread across his face. 

"Stuck up bitch." He breathed in her face. "See if you're still so stuck up after a good fucking..."

And with that he began to thrust himself in and out of the helpless Lynn. His fat, twisted erection stretched her tightly as it was clumsily forced into her resisting opening. Dry with fear and hatred, Lynn's vagina grabbed at his shaft, the painful friction burning them both as he thrust himself forwards and drew back. Lynn tried to scream but a strong hand covered her mouth firmly, almost choking her. She struggled and kicked and tried bravely to bite the hand across her face, only to be rewarded with a hard slap on the cheek. 

The sting of the blow seemed to stun her and she felt her ability to resist leave her body. 

Oblivious to the dryness and pain, Stuart drove himself hard and deep into Lynn's vagina. Almost a virgin before that night, Lynn had never felt so violated, so abused, so disgusted before. The pain was terrible, both physical and mental as Stuart thrust five, six times into her, tearing away at her insides.

A strange feeling of detachment began to spread over Lynn as, mercifully, her abused body came to her rescue. Now lying motionless beneath Stuart, her head turned away, her eyes closed, Lynn's vagina began, unwillingly, to lubricate around the invading cock, which in turn started to slide into her battered and bruised vagina less painfully. 

Feeling this new moistness, Stuart cried out in triumph 

"She wants it! I can feel it! The little slut wants to be fucked!" 

With that, he lost the last remnants of control and began to slam himself into her violently. Tears began to roll from Lynn's closed eyes and down her cheeks and her head span. Unable to look Stuart in the face any more, she turned her head away to see Mike, still apparently unconscious, lying by the verge, motionless but breathing erratically. 

A strange detached feeling flowed over her and her body went limp, her world hazy as if in a dream. As her mind wandered away from the torment inflicted on her body, her eye was caught by a bright blue, empty crisp packet in the hedgerow. Automatically, she fixed her gaze firmly upon it as her body was cruelly violated.

After only a dozen strokes, Stuart began to cum. He grunted like an animal as his cock swelled inside her and his face once again screwed up in anger and lust. He drove himself hard into her torn and burning vagina, a look of shock and elation spreading across his face as with a final vicious jab into Lynn's insides, his semen spilled into her. He grunted and moaned and ground his wiry pubic hair hard into to her mound as his thrusts slowed before eventually stopping. 

Stuart breathed heavily on Lynn's face, a look of triumph mixed with fear on his face. Suddenly his expression turned to disgust. He pulled himself away quickly and stood up, unable to bring himself to look down on her motionless body. He pulled up his leather trousers and zipped them.

Lynn didn't move. She lay on the hard earth, her legs splayed open, her skirt raised in a crumpled ring around her stomach, her vulva brazenly displayed in a grotesque manner. Her gaze remained fixed on the bright crisp packet as Stuart backed away. The big man released her arms and stood up above her head, but Lynn did not move. The two men stood looking contemptuously down on her. 

Stuart eventually broke the silence. He turned to his accomplice.

"You want some of this pussy, Gus? Sloppy seconds?"

"Nah! This was personal between you and her." He turned and walked away from Lynn's motionless shape.

Lynn's eyes were still wide open, staring, still fixed on the shiny blue crisp paper, but Stuart's words did somehow register through the haze.

"One word to anyone, bitch, and we'll be back for more. Understand?" He kicked her leg contemptuously. "Understand, bitch?"

Lynn slowly turned her head towards him, but could not look him in the face.

"Let's get out of here." Called the big biker, pulling on his helmet. Suddenly he grabbed Stuarts' arm. 

"What if she goes to the police?"

"With her reputation? Who's going to believe her? I'm just another notch on the bedpost, that's all!"

"What about lover boy?" He asked, nodding towards Mike who was trying unsteadily to sit up.

"He didn't see anything, did he? And little Lynn isn't going to tell him, is she?"

The two men pulled on their helmets and turned. After a few seconds, the roar of motorbike engines broke the silence of the night as they sped away.

Lynn had lain on the hard ground for a long time, listening to the increasingly loud sounds of Mike regaining consciousness. The night air was no longer romantic; it had grown teeth and was biting at the cold, wet patch between her thighs. She began to shiver, tears rolling down her cheek, then slowly sat up and pushed herself to her feet. 

Her knees began to buckle beneath her, but Lynn steadied herself and forced herself upright. Her head was spinning and she felt sick. Her lower back was bruised and, oh god, she was so sore between her legs. She smoothed her short rumpled skirt down over her buttocks to hide her pubic hair, and took a small step towards Mike's groaning body. A small stream of semen ran down her thighs and she retched in disgust. She bent to pick up what was left of her knickers and, finding them too badly torn to wear, used them to wipe her thighs and vulva clean. 

Lynn had helped Mike first to sit up and then gradually to his feet. She did not - could not - tell him what had happened. Mike had been too embarrassed to go for help or treatment, and together they walked slowly back to Lynn's house where she slipped inside and upstairs without rousing her sleeping parents. Mike had kissed her on the cheek, his nose bloody and sore, and had walked on home on his own. 

Upstairs, Lynn had run a bath and lay back in the hot water letting it soak away the dirt and shame, knowing as she did it that it also washed away all evidence that could have convicted Stuart of her rape. She collapsed exhausted on her bed and fell into a troubled, broken sleep.

Late in the night she had woken in a cold sweat, her vulva screaming soreness. This was no dream! She had really been raped, and was not on the pill! And what about VD? Aids? 

'Oh God! Please don't let me be pregnant! Please not HIV!' She begged and ran back to the bathroom. Lynn had frantically scrubbed at her sore vulva, first with her hand, and then with a flannel, trying to rid her body of the invading sperm. Her soreness was multiplied by the sharp scraping of her fingernails and the rubbing of the coarse cloth until at last, exhausted, she had lost control of her senses and collapsed sobbing on the bathroom floor.

After a full half hour of uncontrolled but largely silent crying, there were not more tears left in her to fall. Slowly, she pulled herself up to sit on the toilet seat then, leaning heavily on the sink, she washed her face in cold water. The coolness revived her and, turning off the light, she walked unsteadily to her bedroom and flopped down on the covers. 

Lying back on her pillow in the darkness, Lynn knew that, for shame, she could never, ever, ever tell anyone about this. 

Mike, too ashamed of being beaten, did not tell either. They saw each other several times more, but the magic between them was gone. 

After a month they did not see each other again, each too embarrassed to meet the other's gaze.

*****

Back on her bed, the pregnant Lynn remembered the relief she had felt a few weeks later when her period had started, showing her she was not pregnant, and the even greater relief three months after that when the STD clinic had given her the 'all clear'.

She remembered the strange detached feeling that had come over her when she read that Stuart had been killed in a motorcycle accident only a few weeks later. The older biker was never seen again. 

Lynn had not let a man touch her for a very long time afterwards. In fact when at last she had welcomed Sam's body into her own, it had been only after many months of slow, patient, sensitive courting by Sam who was now the only man she could ever contemplate making love with.

Bringing herself back to the present, Lynn pondered the fact that that Sam's sexual demands on her were definitely reducing. At first she had not noticed, then had been rather relieved - pleased even - at the lack of pressure on her. With less pressure on her to 'perform' frequently, she had been able to relax more and in fact had come to enjoy their less frequent lovemaking much more than before. 

Since her pregnancy, however, she had not let Sam make love to her for over a month and it was beginning to show in his demeanor. He understood that she was unwell - the physical evidence of her sickness was undeniable - but even the most patient lover must by now be feeling frustration. Lynn knew of several so called 'friends' at the sports club who would be only too happy to provide Sam with this element of his life, should he desire them to, and Lynn's insecurity had now led her to worry that Sam had perhaps found another outlet for his passion. 

She had no evidence to support this concern, but could not force herself to dismiss it entirely, despite her certain knowledge that women in her condition often had these feelings and that Sam really loved her. 

They would make love that night, she promised herself, after Sam had come home from playing tennis with Sara. He didn't usually want to make love after tennis - too tired, he always said - but tonight Lynn would show him all was still all right.

Lynn closed her eyes once again and slept fitfully, the weight of her physical burden pressing on her stomach, the weight of her mental burden pressing on her mind.  



The Tangled Web Ch. 07



Chapter 7: Biological Clocks© JGUK 2004

The Tangled Web is a story spanning several years and is based on the complicated lives of a brother and sister and those they live with. Set in the English Midlands, the tale is told through a series of interlocking short stories. Although designed to be read in sequence, I have tried to make each chapter stand as a complete and satisfying story in itself.

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It is a warm Thursday evening in May 2001, a time when Sara and her brother Sam would normally be either playing tennis or, more usually, making love in Sam's flat while his beautiful but often cold wife Lynn supervised exercise classes at a local health club.

Lynn, however, is pregnant with Sam's child and is too big to run classes any more. She still goes to the club to meet her friends on her usual evenings (and to make sure another instructor doesn't take over her classes permanently). Lynn is having a miserable pregnancy, feeling sick for most of the time, and loathing the way in which her body is changing. She is morbidly afraid of getting fat and of losing her, admittedly wonderful figure. This has made her sporadic sex life with Sam much worse and as a result he has depended more and more on his long-term incestuous relationship with his sister Sara. 

Sara's boyfriend David is now used to her absence on Thursday evenings. Initially resentful, he has gradually come to accept the amount of time she spent with her brother Sam, and now positively welcomes it because it gives him an opportunity to spend his own private time with Paula, an old friend and re-discovered lover who now works in the same school at which he teaches.

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Sara and her brother Sam sat opposite each other at a far corner table in a small Italian restaurant by the river. The food had been good, the wine very good, and they were waiting for their desserts to arrive. Sam was puzzled and more than a little frustrated. 

Unusually, Sara had insisted that they should go out that night rather than meet at Sam's house or her flat because, she said, she had something important to discuss with him. She had told Sam that she wanted both their minds to be clear, and knew that if they stuck to their usual routine they would simply dive into bed together. 

Under normal circumstances, Sam enjoyed going out with Sara who was good company over a meal. However tonight he had reached new levels of sexual frustration - over a full month had passed without making love with his wife Lynn, and he and Sara had been unable to make love for the past three weeks - partly because of Sara's time of the month, but mostly because a series of domestic and business frustrations had foiled all their attempts to be alone. 

So far Sara had given no clue as to the nature of the important subject she needed to discuss. They had, as usual talked about many things, especially Sam's sexual needs and the injustice of his being deprived of sexual satisfaction that evening, but despite this Sam was all the time waiting for Sara to embark on the 'important' topic she had promised. 

Sam could tell that she was troubled and had been behaving a little strangely for some weeks. He knew Sara's boyfriend David had put pressure on her to marry him, and deep down Sam feared that she was about to tell him that she had accepted his proposal and consequently their affair must end. Sam tried to dismiss the idea from his mind for the moment.

Their desserts arrived and were eaten enthusiastically. Unlike many women, Sara had no reservations about enjoying herself when out for dinner. Sam sometimes wondered how she kept so slim, but knew better than to mention her appetite. She looked very good that night, Sam thought, in a short, figure-hugging black dress and matching shoes. She wore a gold crucifix at her throat and simple gold earrings. Her face wore the barest minimum of make-up. Her silky brown hair was drawn back and secured with a black band. Sweet and innocent, yet hugely desirable, Sam thought.

At last the waiter brought their coffees and chocolates. Sara fidgeted and Sam sensed that the important subject was approaching. He watched anxiously as she lifted the wide rimmed cup to her lips, looking him deep in the eyes. After a pause, she appeared to take a deep breath, and began.

"Sam, I know you didn't want to go out to eat tonight. I know how you're feeling right now - I do too, believe me - but I want to tell you something important and I know in bed we wouldn't have clear minds."

"That sounds a bit serious, Midge." Sam replied, his stomach sinking. Sara had been more distant than ever tonight, obviously with a weighty matter on her mind. Mentally he braced himself for bad news.

"We've been together for a long time now, haven't we?" she began.

"Here it comes!" Thought Sam, but silently nodded as Sara carried on.

"It's nearly three years since we – 'got together'. I know some marriages that didn't last that long." She leaned forwards and clutched his hand. "Sam, I've loved every minute of it...."

"I've loved it too, Midge." He paused. "Sometimes I just wish we could.......you know, do more together; be more together." Sam's voice faded away.

"I wish so too, I really do, Sam. I've been thinking about the future. About where our relationship has come from...and where it's going." A further pause. 

"About how we can never get married. How we can never even live together as man and wife." She gazed around the room as if searching for the right words.

"In fact I've come to a decision. It's a big decision." 

She paused, swallowing awkwardly. Sam waited for the axe to fall.

"I need more from you, Sam. You're married to Lynn and I understand that. I can even accept it - sort of - because I know you and I can never marry. But I do need more from you, Sam. I need something special - really special - a real symbol of our love, if it's to continue."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, perplexed but relieved that it appeared Sara was not going to end it all right away. Still she went on.

"I'm not doing a 'jealous mistress' act, Sam. I know I mean more to you than that. After all, I've known you all my life. Being in love with you and making love with you mean more than anything to me." She paused again, as if contemplating her next move.

"You remember three months ago, I told you David had asked me to marry him and that I had said no?"

"I'm not likely to forget that, am I?"

"No, I suppose not. Anyway, you remember the reason I gave you for saying no?" Sam nodded. "Well, it wasn't entirely true, Sam." She paused again.

"Sam, I refused to marry David because ...... well, I now know I could only ever love one man enough to marry him. That's you, Sam .....And if I can't marry you, I won't marry anyone."

A lump formed in Sam's throat. "Wow, Midge. I'm not going to forget that either." 

"Well, I really feel that Sam. I really do."

There was a brief silence. Sam felt tears forming in his eyes and definitely saw them forming in Sara's. But there was more for her to say.

"Sam, David also said that he wanted to have a baby. He said that he was ready for commitment now. He said it would strengthen our relationship and that he thought we were both ready."

Sam was visibly surprised.

"God! What did you say to that, Midge?"

Sara thought for a while before answering. "I told him I would think carefully about it. He said he understood and would wait for my decision. I left it for two months and thought he had dropped the idea, but then last week and again this week he pressed me for an answer and I said I would give him one very soon."

"And what have you decided?"

"Oh Sam!" Sara's eyes fell to the table top. She could not look Sam in the eye. He braced himself again for bad news – but could never have been prepared for the words that followed.

"Sam, I've thought about it so much and I've decided. I do want a baby. I am ready, but...". She paused leaving the last word hanging in the air, as if summoning her strength for a final exertion. When she finally spoke, the words came out quickly, without drawing breath, as if her courage might fail her if she hesitated further.

"Sam, I want to have your baby, not David's. I want us to create a child. You and me! You know how strongly I feel about you. You always say you feel the same about me. Please say yes."

Sam was speechless. His mouth froze on the lip of his coffee cup. 

Sara couldn't bear his silence.

"Sam! Say something! Please!" She whispered imploringly,

There was another long pause before Sam spoke. When he did speak, his voice was trembling slightly.

"Midge, I don't know what to say. You've knocked me sideways." 

Sara was thunderstruck. Her eyes sought Sam's, seeking reassurance that she had not just destroyed their relationship. Seeing the look of doubt in his face, she hastily said: 

"Then don't say anything at all now, Sam. We'll finish our drinks and find somewhere less public. Let's walk along the river bank for a while." She suddenly felt nervous, almost frightened, and to Sam's eyes, incredibly desirable. 

"Sam, I'm not mad. I've thought it all through very carefully. But I can't tell you everything..." she looked about her "...in here."

They finished their coffees in a heavy silence; drinking too quickly; scalding their tongues on the hot liquid. The waiter was painfully slow bringing their bill, so by the time they were walking along the floodlit tow path, Sara could hardly contain herself. She was nervous, excited, but at the same time uncertain of Sam's reaction. 

Once safely out of earshot of the restaurant, she took his hand earnestly in hers.

"Sam. Tell me I've not disgusted you. Please tell me that first." she pleaded.

"God no, Midge!" Sam immediately answered. "I'm just so surprised. It's such a shock. There's so much to think about."

"I've done a lot of thinking already. And I've done a lot of research."

"I wouldn't have expected anything less from you." He laughed.

"Listen, Sam" she carried on eagerly. "I've got a plan. It could really work ..... If you want to hear about it." She said, her voice questioning.

"Midge, I can't not listen to you. Tell me. Tell me everything." He replied, and Sara began.

Her plan was simple, but comprehensive. Sara would have to say yes to David's desire for a baby to explain her coming off the pill and to make sure that he would think any child was his. But having done so, she would then make sure David only made love to her, if at all, when she was least likely to conceive. In cases of emergency she would have to use a diaphragm without him noticing. 

She told Sam how she had been measuring her temperature for a couple of months now, working out her cycle to tell when she would be most fertile; how she could plan when to make love to give her the best chance to get pregnant by Sam and the least chance of being fertilized by David; how she had been taking Folic Acid for a month already; how she had cut back on alcohol; how she had bought several books for him to read. 

With a broad smile, she told Sam that on her 'hot', most fertile days, he would have to make love to her three or more times if they were to maximise her chances of getting pregnant. She explained that she had now been with the Bank long enough to qualify for their maximum maternity support and could return to work after a few months, how their parents had once said they would to help with childcare if she and David ever did start a family. How it really could work.

Sam felt bewildered. Sara had given him no clue that her mind had been in such turmoil. The whole idea was incredible but, he had to admit, deeply moving and incredibly arousing. He thought of his lovely wife Lynn, already pregnant and physically glowing outside, if unhappy inside, and tried to picture Sara's face with the same glow. 

Through the confusion in his mind, he heard Sara insisting that it would be their deepest, most precious secret. A secret testament to a secret love. Sam 's head was spinning.

"Sam! Tell me! What do you think?" Sara was demanding, tugging on his arm again, her sweet round face anxious and pleading.

"I ... I'm not sure, Midge. I'll have to think about it."

"I thought you'd need some time. But I've promised David an answer this week."

"It's too big a decision to rush, Midge. There's so much to consider. There's Lynn, and David, and Mum and Dad, and..." Sam suddenly had a terrible thought. He stopped in his tracks and turned to face Sara. 

"Isn't there a risk that it would have no chin, or a huge nose, or big ears or play the banjo or something?"

Sara laughed." To be honest, I wondered about that too so I checked up. The risk is tiny, Sam. Tiny. That really only happens after years of in-breeding. Our baby would be .... perfect."

They walked onwards in silence for a while. Sara held Sam's hand tightly, feeling the tension in his body. It seemed an age before he spoke.

"If .....if we decided to...well...do it, when would we start?"

"I'd come off the pill tomorrow .... if you wanted me to."

They walked on again, hand in hand, through moonlit darkness between pools of light thrown onto the tow path by the yellow streetlights. Sara looked up at Sam's face. He looked incredibly handsome. Tall, dark haired and still lightly tanned, his open necked shirt drew the eye to his athletic upper body and his close fitting pale trousers highlighted taut, firm buttocks. Sara felt her love for him overwhelming her. She looked at the troubled frown on his face which disturbed the large deep-brown eyes that could melt her insides and make her go weak at the knees. Silently she prayed he would agree, or at least not say no forever.

She squeezed Sam's hand. He squeezed hers back. They strolled onwards.

As the street light's yellow beam fell across them, Sara saw to her relieved amusement a pronounced bulge in Sam's trousers. He had not been too badly disgusted by the idea, then. She thought of their conversation over dinner, of his frustration and hers. She thought how much she loved and desired him. 

She desired him now and could see how he desired her. The thought of all they had discussed aroused Sara. Suddenly she couldn't bear his silence any longer.

"Come on, Sam. This way. Quickly." Sara tugged at Sam's arm and pulled him down a side path away from the river and into a small copse. The tall trees were black and dense, but the twisting path passing between them was clear. They emerged in a tiny clearing, illuminated by moonlight. Sam looked back towards the river but the wall of trees completely obscured it from view. Obscured them from the view of anyone passing by on the towpath, he realised.

"Where are you taking me?" Sam asked in a hoarse whisper.

In response, Sara laid a finger on his lips and whispered "I can't bear to see you so frustrated. We'll have to be quick."

Sam felt temporarily confused as, without hesitation, Sara knelt before him in the gloom. Her hands immediately went to his belt where she deftly unfastened the buckle. Sam ran his fingers through her smooth, glossy brown hair as she lowered his trousers to his ankles. Sam's cock was bursting out of his tight white boxer shorts, so hard as to be painful. Sara eased the elastic around his erection to let it burst free in front of her face. Her soft, cool hands slipped his pants down on top of his trousers and returned to his rock solid erection. 

Sara took his shaft lightly in her right hand and ran her fingers up and down its length. She felt the firm ridges of Sam's erection against her palm and the roughness of his pubic hair against her wrist as her hand slid towards its base. It felt good to her; strong and virile and she longed to feel its strength inside her. Eagerly she opened her lips and took Sam's smooth, swelling head into her mouth. 

Sam felt the coolness of the night air on his erection suddenly replaced by the warm wetness of Sara's mouth. He felt her tongue, warm, lithe and slightly rough as it energetically slithered all over the head of his cock, before seeking the sensitive ridge beneath. His breath caught in his throat and he held Sara tightly by the hair, shuddering as her left hand slipped between his thighs to grasp and toy with his testicles and her middle finger stroked the ridge of skin between his sack and his anus. 

Sara felt Sam's body respond to her touch. His buttocks clenched as she touched his anus, driving his shaft deeper into her mouth. She gagged slightly, recovered and let her teeth run along his length as she drew back her head, before bobbing it down gain to take him deeper and deeper into her throat. Her palms now moved to Sam's buttocks, steadying them both as Sara repeatedly took Sam into and out of her mouth.

Sam felt the very early stirrings of an approaching climax.

"Midge. Not too much!" he croaked.

Sara pulled her head away slowly, lingeringly, running her lips up his shaft and tantalisingly over Sam's pulsing head, tasting the tiny eruption of precum on its tip.

"Lie down." She commanded.

Sam's knees bent and he lowered himself to the ground, lying on his back, his trousers and pants still around his ankles. He looked up at Sara who stood, releasing her hair from its band and shaking it in the moonlight. He watched as she kicked off her shoes and lifted her dress. 

Sam watched spellbound as Sara quickly removed her white knickers and threw them at her handbag on the floor. Approaching Sam's prone figure, she straddled him, her dress gathered high above her waist. Sam could just make out the familiar dark triangle between her thighs before she lowered herself onto him. One leg placed either side of his waist, Sara knelt over her brother Sam, the heat of her vulva tangible on his skin. She reached behind her buttocks and grasped his iron-hard cock, directing it towards her warm, moist entrance. Sam felt his tingling tip parting her outer lips as he began to penetrate her body. 

Sara sat back firmly onto Sam's cock, driving it fully into her; gasping with pleasure as her weight forced his huge erection deep into her body. She felt the pressure high up inside her as his head deep within her, pressed firmly against her cervix, and the roughness of the thick base of his shaft stretched her tight inner lips far apart. She settled slightly, adjusted the position of her legs, then raised herself on her knees and with a croak, began to lower herself again onto him.

Sam felt himself sliding in and out of Sara's body as she rode him, tiny grunts escaping her mouth with each downward stroke. He felt his tip being pounded within her and the tightness of her vagina gripping his shaft. Sara threw her head back, her hair falling over her pretty face as her own excitement rose with his and her rising and falling quickened. Sam knew with certainty that he was going to cum soon. 

"God! Mmmmmmm!" was all he could utter.

He couldn't tell if Sara had heard this, but her riding immediately became almost frenzied. Time and again she rose high on her knees until his cock almost left her body, her arms held wide to balance the mounting energy of her movements. Time and again she came down powerfully upon him, small wet arousing noises escaping their union with each stroke. 

A now familiar wail began to fill the air as Sara's climax built. She tried to stifle it but the force of her orgasm was too strong. Sam felt a burning in his spine as his cock took over and began to throb uncontrollably. As Sara began to climax, her tingling legs would no longer move to her command and she paused, shaking with the force of her orgasm, her vulva inches from Sam's pubic hair, his cock bridging the gap between them.

Sam, seizing the moment, thrust his hips powerfully upwards in time with Sara's rocking, each stroke driving his erection deeper and deeper into his sister's body. Her legs, wide apart, stretched her labia wide open and in the moonlight he could see, hear and even smell his shaft penetrating the beautiful body he loved so much. 




The Tangled Web Ch. 07



He penetrated her so deeply as to touch the tight, round entrance to her womb – the womb she had just asked him to help create a child in – and the thought of this drove him to greater passion still. Sara began to knead her small breasts frantically through her white blouse as Sam's thighs slapped upwards against her buttocks. His balls ached with the repeated impact and with a strangled cry, Sam's climax burst upon him. 

Semen spouted upwards from his pulsing head and into his sister's body as Sara's own orgasm took hold of her and she let out one long, primal scream. The sound echoed around the empty factory buildings that surrounded the wood, and Sara's body shook as wave after wave of her climax washed over her. Her pelvis twisted and tilted as she desperately drove herself down onto Sam's spurting cock as if trying to milk him of every last drop of his life-creating semen. 

Her body convulsed and trembled, shaking visibly before she slowly recovered control of herself and leaned forward over her brother's body, her hands either side of his head, her breasts dangling before his face, her body still impaled on his softening shaft. 

Sam could see her heaving breasts as she fought for breath above him. Very slowly, Sara lowered herself and they kissed wildly, passionately, their mouths wide open, their tongues seeking each others until their mouths ached. At length, Sara collapsed onto Sam's chest. 

"That was great!" she panted, flicking her hair out of her face. "Really great! We've never tried that way before."

"Mmmmm." Sam was still descending from his peak of excitement.

He looked at Sara's sweet head in the moonlight, his cock still buried within her wonderful body, and smelled her fresh, clean hair.

"I do love you, Midge." He eventually managed to say. She pushed herself upright, still straddling his waist.

They stared into each other's moonlit faces in silence for a full minute, the similarity of their features so striking, before Sara began to rise from him. Sam held out his hands to steady her as she stood, her legs tingling; her knees a little weak. 

As she rose, Sam's spent cock slipped from her wet vagina, followed by a small stream of their combined juices. The warm wetness ran in rivulets across his flat stomach, making him giggle.

Sara, now standing next to him, reached into her handbag and passed Sam a tissue. He wiped himself clean before standing up alongside her. He dressed himself quickly as Sara pulled on her knickers, then hand in hand they slowly retraced their steps to the tow path. 

They looked left and right, but there was nobody to see them. Turning to the left, they walked back in silence along the path towards the car.

As they approached the car park, Sara grasped Sam's arm again.

"Sam, I was deadly serious tonight. You will think this through carefully, won't you? Promise me you'll at least consider it?"

"Midge, I promise you I will. I know you would never have said the things you did if it wasn't very important to you. I promise I will think it over very carefully."

"When will you let me know?"

"Soon, Angel. Soon." Sam kissed her on the lips in the light of the car park. "I'd better take you home now before Lynn begins to miss me." He looked at Sara's flushed face and chuckled. "At least we both look as if we've been exterting ourselves." 

They climbed into the car and drove off into the town.

***** Later that night, Sara was woken by the distant ringing of her mobile phone in her handbag. She looked at David sleeping peacefully alongside her, rose silently and tiptoed through to the lounge to answer it.

"Hello?" She whispered?

"Midge?" Came a hushed voice.

"Sam?" she responded, almost too anxious to speak.

"Yes Darling. I've thought about .... What you said. I think ....I think I've decided."

Her chest ached with anxiety as she answered 

"And..."

"You're sure you really want this?"

"More than anything else in the world."

There was a long pause.

"Then so do I, Midge. I want us to make a baby."

Sara's throat went dry, a lump formed instantly, preventing her from speaking.

"Midge? Are you still there?"

"Yes, Sam. I'm here." She struggled to force the words out. "You really really mean it?" tears were beginning to run down her cheeks.

"I really really mean it, Midge. Now go back to bed and sleep happily. I'll call you tomorrow. I couldn't leave you in torment tonight."

"Ok. I love you Sam."

"I love you too, Midge. Goodnight darling."

"Goodnight."

*****

Sitting on the lowered toilet seat in the darkness of his and Lynn's bathroom, Sam pressed the red button on his mobile phone to end the call. There! He'd said it. He'd meant it too. Sam stood up and, opening he door, crossed the landing to the bedroom where he slipped under the duvet next to his heavily pregnant wife. 

He loved Lynn too, but she didn't make him feel like Sara did. He felt good about life.

*****

Sara returned to bed and gently pulled the duvet over herself. Beside her, David stirred.

"Who was it?" he asked sleepily.

"Wrong number. Wanted the night doctor."

"Idiots! I thought it was bad news."

"No. Go back to sleep!" Sara raised her watery eyes to he ceiling. "It wasn't bad news at all." 

She lay in the warm darkness, deeply happy.



The Tangled Web Ch. 08



July 2001 - Making it Happen

The Tangled Web is a story spanning several years and is based on the complicated lives of a brother and sister and those they live with. Set in the English Midlands, the tale is told through a series of interlocking short stories. Although designed to be read in sequence, I have tried to make each chapter stand as a complete and satisfying story in itself.

*****

Sara and her boyfriend David have reached a watershed in their relationship. David has proposed that they should get married, a proposal Sara has gently but firmly declined. At the same time, he also proposed that they should start a family together. This proposal set off a chain of thought in Sara's mind which required more time to consider. She told David that she needed a few weeks to think about it, which bought her a little time - time she spent making careful and detailed plans that eventually led to her making an extraordinary proposal to her brother, and for three years also her lover, Sam.

In short, Sara has persuaded her brother Sam that she should have a baby, that David should believe himself to be the father but that, in fact, the real father would be Sam. Over a quiet dinner in their favourite restaurant, she explained to Sam's open-mouthed astonishment how she had planned everything in detail, in particular how to ensure that, once she had come off the pill, it would be he and not her boyfriend David who impregnated her, even though she and David would have to be officially 'trying for a baby. 

After careful thought, Sam has agreed and the two of them are now putting Sara's plan into effect. Having told David that she does want a baby and come off he pill, she has been having sex with him as infrequently as she could reasonably manage without arousing suspicion, and even then only at the least fertile times of her cycle. Her periods had been 'unusually long lasting' and on one occasion she had been forced to resort to using a diaphragm when sex had proved unavoidable (and, she would admit, she hadn't wanted to avoid it). Fortunately, David was rather drunk at the time and hadn't noticed.

With Sam, however, she had been making love almost every fertile day - and a few infertile days too, for luck. They have made love in cars, in hotel rooms, in the park, even on one occasion in a large cupboard. 

By tracking her temperature on a daily basis, Sara was also able to predict on which days she had the best chance of conceiving, and on those days the two of them spent entire mornings or afternoons making love as often as they could manage.

Today is one of those days……

*****

With a raw, animal grunt, Sam closed his eyes and drove his erection violently into his sister Sara's vagina once again. A sharp burning pain pulsed through the base of his cock as, for the fourth time that day he began to cum within her. Sara, her eyes also closed, wailed softly beneath him and tightened herself around his shaft in an attempt both to heighten his pleasure and to draw every drop of his semen into her. Sam moaned louder, his cry, rising above Sara's familiar encouraging moans, was a mixture of pleasure and real pain as his climax finally shook his hot, sweating body and a final few drops of semen spurted from his erection and into Sara.

Sam's thrusts slowed and then quickly ceased. He held himself motionless, still embedded within Sara's hot, sticky body as he gasped for breath. Beneath him, Sara's small breasts rose and fell rapidly as her own climax faded away and panting, she gradually regained control of herself. Her face and chest were flushed pink. She was smiling.

Sam smiled back and silently rolled off his sister's spent body, exhausted, tearing his sore, flaccid cock from her vagina's loosening grip. He slumped alongside her on the rumpled sheets. Sara said nothing. She closed her legs, pressing her knees tightly together, and raised them to her chest as she had done after each of the three previous times Sam had cum in her that day. She lay still, her eyes closed, a smile of real contentment on her face.

Sam, face down on the bed, felt sore and drained. He giggled.

"I'm nearly dry, Midge. That one actually hurt."

"You poor darling!" Sara said mockingly, without opening her eyes or even moving. "Is it all too much for you?"

"Give me a few minutes and I'll show you, girl." Sam responded, poking her in the ribs with his finger. He rolled onto his back and began to drift into sleep.

*****

From the first night she had broached the subject three months ago, Sam had known that Sara was deadly serious about having their baby. He had listened, first with amusement, then in amazement as she had described her plans to ensure that he and not her boyfriend David would impregnate her. Sam had initially been shocked at the idea, but Sara had been so earnest and so persuasive that he had finally agreed. Sara had laughingly warned Sam that he would need to make love to her many times to have the best chance of conceiving and he had certainly been looking forward to that.

But Sam had not quite been prepared for the reality that was now upon them. Once she had come off the pill, life for Sara had become a desperate race to make Sam impregnate her before her boyfriend David could - while at the same time making David believe himself to be the father of the child she knew in her heart she would conceive. 

Sex had become an obsession. Sara and Sam met almost every day, snatching opportunities to make love wherever they could find them - lunchtimes, in the car, after work - and had already spent two whole mornings in bed together on Sara's previous 'hot' days making love every hour, like today. 

Ever practical, Sara had telephoned Sam the previous evening to let him know that the following day would be a 'hot' one - when she was most likely to conceive - and that they must make love as much as possible while it lasted. In the morning they had both called in sick from work, and after Sara had given Sam the 'all clear' by phone to tell him David had gone out to work, Sam had driven quickly over to her flat. 

They had spent the entire morning in bed together, making love, being close, Sara always on her back to give Sam's sperm the best possible chance of impregnating her. 

They were both now sore; Sam's cock and Sara's whole vulva both a deep red-purple colour, their bodies flushed and tired. All around them the damp, stained sheets bore witness to their passion. 

As she lay listening to her brother's slow, steady breathing, Sara closed her eyes and tried to imagine the millions of Sam's tiny sperm swimming inside her, upwards and upwards towards her womb, anxious to fertilise her. She willed them to succeed. A warm glow spread through her tired body as her mind drifted.

They both slept, exhausted.

*****

Across town, David sat in the Singing Kettle Café, waiting for Sophie. She was a little late and he was horrified at how much it seemed to matter to him. He shook his head in self-criticism, and then smiled broadly as the door chimes rang and Sophie appeared framed in the bright sunlight of the summer’s day.

Over the past year, they had met for coffee regularly. Sophie had not mentioned love again and David gradually began to realize that this disappointed him. Shuddering slightly, he tried to pull himself together. She's just a girl. He couldn't be falling in love with her!

Today was a special day – Sophie’s seventeenth birthday had arrived, and they were to have lunch in their favourite café. As she settled in the seat opposite, David watched Sophie as closely as he could without staring. She had come fresh from her Sixth Form classes and looked very young. Her long slim legs were clad in a bright summer skirt which fell to just above the knee and the tight sleeveless top she wore over her slightly overweight tummy and tiny breasts made her look sweet and innocent. Crowned with long strawberry blonde hair drawn back in a pony tail, she looked young and lovely – that was the word for it, David decided. Really lovely.

David himself had come directly from school and looked the young, slightly trendy teacher he was in tight light coloured trousers, a short sleeved shirt and tie. There were two pens in his breast pocket – one blue, the other red. She made him feel old, he realised.

Sophie was clearly pleased to see David and, after a few minutes of smiling, and animated ‘Happy Birthday’s’, a plump young waitress arrived to take their order. They knew the café menu by heart now and while David ordered their meals, Sophie briefly visited the ladies’ room to ‘powder her nose’. 

When she returned, there was a gift-wrapped parcel on the table at her place. 

Sophie’s face lit up. She picked up the package and, carefully opening the wrapping, took out the slim poetry book within. 

“Dave!” She exclaimed. “It’s exactly what I need!” 

“I know. I'm a teacher!” he teased. She reached across the table to show him the inscription and her hand touched the back of his as she thanked him. To his astonishment he found himself trembling. This was, he realized, almost the first physical contact there had been between them.

She did not rush to remove her hand, and he did not remove his. 

“They’re mostly love poems, too.” Sophie said, almost casually and David blushed despite himself.

The tension was broken as their food arrived. They ate heartily, their conversation lively and cheerful. Time passed too swiftly and David for one was sorry when the clock eventually told them it was time to get back to work.

David paid their bill and made to leave, but as he pushed his chair back, Sophie grasped his hand in hers. She leaned towards him and whispered earnestly.

“Dave! I want you to know that I still love you. I know you only see me as a child, but whatever I look like, I'm seventeen now.” She paused, wondering how to go on. 

“We've been getting on well for a year, now. Will you take me to the movies tonight?”

A wave of excitement flowed over him. "I'd…..I’d…...I'd love to." he croaked before he could stop himself. Sophie beamed in delight.

"But it’s just a trip to the movies with a friend, nothing more, ok?” Sophie reluctantly nodded. “Shall I pick you up at your house?" He asked. 

"No! I'll meet you there. Seven o'clock" She replied, and kissed his cheek as she skipped out of the restaurant. 

David positively floated back to school.

*****

In Sara’s bedroom, a car's horn sounding in the street outside eventually woke Sam from his light sleep. He carefully raised himself from the bed so as not to wake Sara, who slept peacefully alongside him, her knees still pressed together and slightly raised so as to hold his semen inside her body for as long as possible. 

He walked naked to the kitchen and began to make a pot of tea. The kettle sang as it boiled and Sam, tired but happy, made two cups of strong tea and carried them back to the bedroom. Sara's body hadn't moved, but her eyes were now open. She looked at him and beamed.

"I think we just did it, Sam" She whispered.

"Did it? We've been doing it all morning. Or didn't you notice?" He joked.

"Silly!" she said, a mock frown on her face. "I meant - I think you just made me pregnant." She paused for effect. "I'm sure, Sam. I really feel it - inside me." She placed her palm on her smooth tummy and smiled as if eager to please.

Sitting on the bed beside her, Sam stroked Sara's soft, flat belly with his fingertips. His fingers entwined with hers and she squeezed them lovingly. Could she really know? Lynn hadn't known she was pregnant until the sickness had started. But then, that had been an accident. This was a deliberate act. The baby was wanted by them both.

"I hope you're right, Midge." Sam replied. "I'm not sure my body can cope with many more days like this."

Sara giggled. "I thought you'd jump at the chance. I've never known you to shy away from giving me a good seeing to before."

Sam tried to look shocked, but instead burst out laughing. "How well you know me." He said, and kissed her gently on the lips.

Sara's arms snaked around his shoulders, pulling him onto the bed beside her. She was warm and soft and smelled of recent sex. She nestled her body against his, pressing her firm buttocks against his groin, her long, slim back towards his face. Sara's brown hair fell across her shoulders and onto the pillow as Sam's arms encircled her, his hands seeking her small breasts. He cupped them gently, feeling for the fifth time that morning the familiar stirring in his loins.

Sara felt the pressure of his slowly forming erection against her buttocks. 

"I suppose we should make extra sure, shouldn't we?" She whispered.

"I think I'll need some help, Midge." Was Sam's reply, to which Sara responded by rolling over on the bed and turning so that her face was above Sam's midriff. Without a sound, she opened her lips and took the end of his faltering erection into her mouth.

Sam closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure as her lithe, active tongue slithered over his sore glans, soothing and exciting him at the same time. As his erection slowly firmed in her mouth, Sam felt Sara's teeth tantalisingly scrape the sides of his shaft as she slowly took his whole length into her throat. Sara's head began to bob up and down and Sam opened his eyes to watch his little sister, possibly already pregnant with his child, taking his now substantial erection time and again into her mouth.

Her hair fell across his flat, athletic belly and he brushed it back, wanting nothing to block the view of his firming shaft plunging between her pink-red lips and disappearing within her mouth. His soreness now merely heightened his pleasure. Her slithering tongue dancing over his battered glans brought it to renewed vigour as with a look of satisfaction bordering on triumph; Sara pulled her head away and rolled onto her back, tugging Sam on top of her, wrapping her slender thighs around him.

Sara's vagina was moist and open from their many penetrations and Sam's erection slipped smoothly and easily between her swollen inner lips. She sighed in contentment, despite her soreness, rejoicing in Sam's presence within her body once again.

"Does it hurt?" He asked, seeing the look of pain flash momentarily across her face.

"Only when I laugh." Sara chuckled and squeezed her pelvic floor muscles to tighten her vagina around his shaft in the way she knew he loved.

"Well, I suppose we'd better get it over with." Sam retorted. "I just hope I've enough left in me. You've milked me dry, Midge."

"Sorry if you've had such a bad time," Sara said, tilting her pelvis back and forth to feel his hardness all around her entrance and seeing the look of obvious delight on his face. "Come on, big brother. You can do it."

Sam took his cue and began to thrust in and out of Sara's open body. His cock was sore, but Sara was so moist with his semen and her own juices and her vagina so open that he barely noticed the pain. He began with long, slow strokes and watched Sara's face light up as she threw her head back in delight. Wet slapping noises emanated from their union, making them both giggle and turning them on further. 

The bed sheet was rumpled and in places dry and crisp with the evidence of their lovemaking. Sara’s lower back, already red, became sorer as Sam’s weight drove her repeatedly into the mattress. Sara stroked his chest and arms lovingly, her eyes misty as she felt his cock deep within her body once again. She ran her fingertips across his cheeks and forehead, drops of his sweat running down the backs of her hands as his face screwed up in concentration. 

Sam's thrusts grew faster and faster as he deliberately increased his pace to bring them both closer to climax. Sara writhed beneath him, her nipples hard and pointed, her face and chest flushed. Sam's thrusts grew frantic as his groin slammed against Sara's pubis in a desperate attempt to cum.

"Help me Midge. I can't cum." He gasped. In response, Sara's face screwed up as she tightened her pelvic floor as hard as she could to grip Sam's cock more firmly. Sam felt her tighten and hammered himself into her even more violently. 

Sara looked deep into her brother’s eyes, straining to tighten, to hold his erection within her, willing him to cum one last time to make their conception even more certain. 

God! How she loved him. He was working so hard, for her, for them! His big, brown eyes pleaded with her, but Sara's vagina was still too loose around Sam's shaft, his cock was too sore and he was too tired. He slowed, exhausted but still hard within Sara's vagina, a painful knot at the base of his cock. 

He smiled sheepishly, panting.

"It's no good, Midge. I've nothing left in me." He rolled onto his back next to her. Sara rolled onto her side and looked first at his tired face, then lower down. Her eyes ran over his powerful chest and muscular arms, down towards his firm buttocks. Smiling, she slowly reached across with her hand and gently stroked his chest, his flat stomach and down to his still firm erection. Sam was breathing more slowly now. She could feel his strength beneath her fingers.

"Hmmm" she murmured. "There's no problem here. Perhaps it's a question of motivation." Her fingers closed around his shaft and she tweaked his sore cock gently. "Come on!" she teased. "On your knees, we'll try your favourite."

With that, Sara rolled onto her stomach and began, provocatively, to raise her naked buttocks. Sam, recognising this as a treat in store, quickly rose to his knees and shuffled across the damp sheets to meet her rising vulva. Sara stretched her arms forwards and grasped the pillow to her face, her cheek pressed against the mattress, her buttocks sticking high in the air, her parted thighs exposing her vulva, sweet and vulnerable. Sam steadied himself by lightly placing a hand on each buttock. He gently parted them, stretching Sara open. 

"God, Midge! You're ..... So open!" he gasped involuntarily. And so she was. The mouth of her vagina literally gaped open before him in a grotesque, yet incredibly arousing manner. Sam could clearly see between the puffy outer lips, past her purple-red swollen inner lips, through her round, wide-open hole and deep inside her body. Her pubic hair was speckled white with tiny drops of her juices and his semen, and a tiny silvery line down the inside of her left thigh showed where the products of their lovemaking had leaked out. Sam drew his breath in sharply.

"Sam!" Sara was cross. "Don't make me self conscious!" 

"I'm sorry, Midge." Sam replied, a little ashamed. He bent over and kissed her at the top of the crease between her buttocks. "You know I love you, don't you?"

"Then make me a baby, Sam." Sara breathed into the pillow, her eyes closed. Sam didn't hear her, but taking his hard erection in his hand, he placed its head in Sara's open, welcoming hole and with a slow, smooth movement of his hips, slid his full length easily into her body. Sara sighed in satisfaction as he entered her.

Sam felt good, now. His hands gripped Sara's slim waist and he began to thrust himself into her in long, smooth, even strokes, pulling her firmly onto his erection with every forward drive. It felt good. No! It felt great. Even in her open, distended condition, Sam loved the way the walls of her vagina rubbed against his shaft, bending him downwards, exciting him in places that the missionary position, wonderful as it was, just couldn't reach. 

Sara felt the ridge beneath Sam's shaft begin to rub against her clitoris and shivered with pleasure, tilting her pelvis to gain extra excitement.

Usually, Sara much preferred to look at Sam’s face when they made love. She loved the softness in his expression when he entered her, the way his big, dark-brown eyes gradually widened as his passion built until, as so often happened, he lost control and drove himself harder and harder into her. Especially, she loved the way his face took on a look of surprise and delight each time he climaxed within her, flooding her with his seed. This was particularly true now, when every climax could be the one that made her pregnant.




The Tangled Web Ch. 08



But she was the first to admit that other positions could make her whole body tremble with pleasure, and this, Sam's favourite, was one of them. Sometimes, as now, he seemed to reach so deeply within her that he touched her heart, even her soul. Sara moaned into the pillow as Sam's pace quickened behind her and the force of his thrusts grew stronger. Releasing the pillow, Sara grasped the edge of the mattress to brace herself against the rising violence of his strokes. She heard and felt the slapping sound of his hips against her buttocks as the head of his cock slammed into her cervix and his balls rubbed hard against her labia and clitoris. She felt the warm, welcome, familiar waves of heat begin to spread out from her vulva as her climax began to build, and heard her own voice rising above the sounds of their lovemaking in a high, excited squeal.

Sam heard Sara's cries and grunted as he increased the speed and depth of his strokes in a determined attempt to cum one last time. His stomach ached with the force of his thrusts; his balls smarted from repeated slapping against Sara's body; his cock was almost numb. But he was still loving every second. At last he felt the sharp, hot pain at the base of his shaft that promised an imminent ejaculation, and drawing strength from this, dug his fingers hard into the skin of Sara's waist, pulling her violently onto his last forceful thrusts. A white hot rod of pain shot up the ridge of his erection and exploded in a small stream of semen deep inside Sara's vagina. Soft whimpering noises emanated from his throat as his erection pulsed and throbbed, pumping the last few drops of semen into his little sister's body.

Sweat fell from his forehead onto Sara's back as Sam panted for breath. Sara, her knees and thighs weak from her own orgasm, collapsed forwards on the bed beneath him and Sam lowered himself onto her back, his rapidly-softening cock still within her. He buried his face in her soft brown hair as he lay full length upon her back. Suddenly his now flaccid cock slipped from her vagina and she sighed. 

Sam lifted his body from Sara's and rolled onto his back alongside her. Sara, her cheek pressed into the pillow, was looking across the mattress towards him. 

"That was ....." she croaked.

"Good? Great?" asked Sam, still panting.

Sara just giggled. With a great effort, she rolled onto her back and raised her knees once again. 

"It's done, Sam. I just know it." She whispered, her mind imagining the millions of tiny sperm on their vital journey.

“I love you, big brother.” She whispered.

But Sam was once again asleep.

*****

Later that day, David drove himself round to the large multiplex cinema outside town. The traffic was heavy and he was a good ten minutes late when he rushed through the large swing doors into the foyer. It had not been difficult to get away from Sara. It as her tennis night, the one she habitually spent with her brother Sam. She wouldn’t be home until late anyway and wouldn’t notice his absence.

Cancelling Paula was another thing entirely. When he had blamed excessive work for having to postpone hr meeting, she had been angry and had said something about costing her money which puzzled him. He had been forced to promise her dinner at her favourite, most expensive restaurant to pacify her, but when he had booked the table and called her back, she had seemed her usual self.

David parked the car hurriedly and almost ran to the large swing doors. His stomach was full of butterflies as he pushed it open and entered the noisy, busy foyer. 

Sophie was waiting for him across the room, pretending to look at the bright posters on the wall, but obviously agitated at his lateness. David did not immediately recognise her, but when he did, his chest went tight.

Sophie at last looked her seventeen years. Perhaps even a little older, he thought. Dressed in tight stonewashed jeans and a white crop top that showed a tantalizing inch of her slightly chubby tummy as well as clearly highlighting her small firm breasts, she still looked young, but a lot more worldly wise. David found it very attractive indeed.

She kissed him on the cheek. He kissed her cheek too, feeling a little awkward. 

Her choice of film suited him well: a dark black comedy with famous lead actors and actresses. They queued for their tickets, bought popcorn, and found two seats towards the front – David ensured not the back – of the auditorium. 

When the movie started, they sat watching it intently, involuntarily holding hands tightly at the scary parts. Once, Sophie’s head dropped onto David’s shoulder and he leaned his cheek against it, drawing in the sweet smell of bath oil and clean hair. His arm slipped around her shoulders, but he did not kiss her, although he realized he really wanted to so badly.

When the film ended, David slowly drove Sophie home. Strong stirrings in his loins told him that, if he didn't take her home soon, he would take her sexually and she was still too young for that. 

Despite his lack of morals in other ways, David recognised a child at heart when he saw one.

At her request, he stopped the car around the corner so that her parents wouldn't see who she had been out with. 

"Did you enjoy the evening?" She asked anxiously.

"Very much!" David responded. "Perhaps we'll do it again some time?"

"Oh Yes. Please." Sophie opened the car door and leaned over to kiss him goodnight. She aimed for his lips but he turned his head slightly so that they pecked each other's cheeks instead. David smiled. Sophie giggled as she closed the door.

"See you soon!" She called out.

"I hope so." Thought David as he drove away.

*****

Six weeks later. The door of Sara's office burst open and she rushed in carrying a small white plastic bag with blue printing. She threw her coat over her chair back and rushed out of the door, along the corridor and into the ladies' washroom. She paced up and down waiting impatiently for a cubicle to come free. After what seemed an age, she heard the flush of a cistern and after a rustling of clothes, a bolt was shot back and one of the doors opened. Sara almost pushed the emerging woman aside as she hurried into the cubicle and bolted the door.

Raising her skirt high above her waist, Sara slipped her knickers down to her ankles and sat on the seat. She grabbed the plastic bag and, reaching inside, drew out a long thin cardboard box. Opening the box with trembling hands, she pulled out a long thin plastic object with a pad at one end and two square windows half way along its length. She paused as if summoning up her courage, then slipped the plastic object between her thighs and held beneath her vulva over the toilet bowl for a few seconds. There was the sound of water flowing, then she drew the object back out of the toilet bowl. She looked at her watch and waited, her eyes closed.

A few minutes later, a large lady sitting reading a magazine in the cubicle next to Sara's was astonished to hear a short, excited squeal of joy followed by the slamming of the washroom door as Sara rushed from the room. The white plastic object, now with a blue line in each window, was clasped tightly in her hand beneath her jacket.

Seconds later, Sam's morning meeting was disturbed as his mobile phone began to ring. 



The Tangled Web Ch. 09



The Tangled Web is a story spanning several years and is based on the complicated lives of a brother and sister and those they live with. Set in the English Midlands, the tale is told through a series of interlocking short stories. Although designed to be read in sequence, I have tried to make each chapter stand as a complete and satisfying story in itself.

*****

It is once again a Thursday night. Sara and Sam are sitting in the lounge of Sam and Lynn's house. Sara is now obviously but not yet hugely pregnant, with a surprisingly large bump for this stage in her pregnancy. Blessedly, she can still wear 'ordinary' clothes, but Sara knows that the horror of full maternity dresses is only a few weeks away.

Their supposed tennis sessions have had to be curtailed because of Sara's condition. She has told David that she is taking up swimming to try and keep in reasonable shape now her normal exercise regime is no longer an option. She has also told David she will drop in on Sam after her swim.

Sara is troubled by her pregnancy. Although delighted to be pregnant, and after all her carefully laid plans, even more delighted to be carrying her brother Sam's child, she is having trouble coming to terms with some of the changes her condition has brought about.

Sara and Sam are sitting on the couch in the lounge, talking and sharing a little white wine (just one glass for Sara). Sara's legs are across Sam's lap. She is clearly uneasy about something.

"It really seems a bizarre way of bringing new life to the world" Sam was saying. "I mean, there can't be many species where the female gets so incapacitated."

"You're telling me!' Sara responded "and there's more to come. It looks like I'm going to get really big before the end. My back has already started to ache in the evenings and I'll just die if my ankles swell up. I can't stand even the idea of maternity dresses, but I suppose I'll just have to get used to it all."

"You've been quite lucky so far, compared with Lynn. She was sick really badly, every day for months. It didn't look as if you were anything like as bad."

"No, I wasn't. Just for a couple of weeks, really." Sara wriggled to try and get more comfortable. "I didn't think I'd ever feel sympathy with Lynn, but I do now." She went on. "It's a bit frightening having all these changes happening so quickly. My clothes don't fit properly any more and I'm starting to get cravings for funny things, like cookie dough ice cream."

"Watch out for that one," said Sam, "we don't want you getting fat."

"Thanks for the sympathy." Sara said grumpily, poking Sam hard in the ribs. "I can see you're interested."

Sam squeezed her thigh playfully. "You know I'm only joking, Midge. I really do want to know all about how you're feeling. It's my baby too, isn't it? I just don't want you to lose that fantastic figure of yours. You know what it does to me."

Sara smiled, his tone of voice pacifying her a little. She continued "Well, I'm finding it harder and harder to sleep on my back. I'm getting more tired all the time." 

She paused then, under her breath said "And it affects me in other ways too. Some things that they don't tell you in the books." 

"What do you mean, Midge?" asked Sam, concerned.

"Never mind. It's nothing, Sam." She blushed.

Sam noticed her face flushing. "If it really was nothing, you wouldn't have mentioned it. Come on, tell me! I'm almost unshockable."

"I'm not sure you are, Sam. But I think I do need to tell you something important."

"I'm listening, Midge. Go on!"

Sara took a deep breath as if summoning up her courage, then blurted out "Something strange has happened to me, Sam. I can't stop thinking about… "

"About what?"

"About…..about sex."

Sam laughed out loud. "If that's your problem, I know exactly what you mean. I've had that problem for years. I find it's especially bad whenever I'm with you."

"No Sam, I'm serious." Sara's face was unsmiling now and Sam listened carefully. "I'm getting worried about it. I can't stop wanting sex, needing sex. The whole time. It's driving me crazy and I'm getting frightened. Do you think it's normal? My hormones must be going crazy."

Sam looked a little amused by his sister's discomfort, but saw the serious, worried look in her eyes. He thought it over for a while, then said slowly

"I'm not sure, Midge. We could look it up in one of our books, I suppose. Between us we've got most of them, I reckon." He thought further. "Apart from that, it's hard to know who we could ask without getting all embarrassed about it." Then he suddenly looked up and asked, "Does David know?"

"He certainly knows something's changed. For the last two weeks I've needed sex every morning and every evening. And if it's a weekend, during the day as well. At first he thought it was great, but now he's getting tired and I'm getting frustrated."

Sam winced as he always did at the thought of David making love to Sara. "Don't tell me that, Midge. You know it always upsets me."

Sara stroked his cheek. "Come on, Sam, you know how I feel about you. No-one could ever mean the same to me as you do." She had found, since her pregnancy that she had needed to comfort him more, that he seemed more insecure about their relationship at a time when she thought her swelling belly would have proved the depth of her love to him. 

In an attempt to lighten the mood, she adopted a more confrontational role. 

"And anyway! How do you think I feel about you and Lynn doing it? I'm surprised she lets you. It might spoil that perfect body of hers." She added cattily.

"If only you knew!" thought Sam, but didn't speak. He had never discussed the detail of his sex life with Lynn, believing it would upset Sara, who had always been intimidated by Lynn's body. In truth, their sex life was at best only adequate. Lynn never really let herself go during their lovemaking, and Sam felt unable to let his passion take over. 

But his love for Sara was different. There could be no pretence with Sara, who had known all Sam's misdemeanors from an early age, and now knew and shared his deepest secret of all. When he and Sara made love, it was unconditional, understanding, unifying, uninhibited. Sam and Sara both remembered clearly the moment they believed their child had been conceived; when their forbidden love had created a new, living testament to itself. He would never forget that moment.

Sara was talking again.

"I don't know what to do about it, Sam. It's reached the point where if I don't keep having sex I feel like screaming."

Sam looked more amused than concerned.

"As I recall, you're not very quiet when we do make love." He smiled knowingly.

"Yes, I'm aware of that, Sam." Sara said, hanging her head in an exaggerated gesture of shame. "I can't help it - and anyway, I always thought you liked it."

Sam took her hand and spoke softly, under his breath. "You know it drives me wild, Midge. And you're carrying the evidence." He patted the clear bump on her stomach.

"Sam, I'm serious. It's not a joke. I think my hormones have gone wild. I think about sex from the moment I wake until the moment I fall asleep - if I can get to sleep. I think about you and me and all we've done. I think about David. I think about you and Lynn and all the things you do to each other. I think of all the things we haven't done to each other - yet. It's driving me crazy, Sam." There was real distress in her voice and Sam slipped a strong arm around her shoulders to hold her close. His fingers lightly stroked her swelling belly.

"Midge, don't be so upset. I'm sure it's a natural part of being pregnant. I'm sure it'll pass when the baby is born. And I'll give you anything you need until that happens." Sara, a little reassured, held Sam's hand tightly as he carried on. "You should really call Mr. Samuels. He's your consultant after all and would know if it was normal. It's not as if I can talk to him, is it? That would be a real giveaway."

"I suppose so, Sam" Sara replied, sounding doubtful. "At any rate I'm glad you think it's natural." She laughed, beginning to relax. "At least it's one thing I do better than Lynn."

Sam smiled. "It's not a competition, Midge. There could never be anyone like you." He kissed her lightly on the mouth.

Sara's tongue darted out to part his lips. They paused, their mouths pressed together. She turned her head away coyly.

"Meanwhile, I'm practically insatiable." She said, feeling aroused as Sam's cock began to harden beneath her legs. She looked him in the eyes, cheekily.

"Perhaps we should make the most of it while it lasts.' She was smiling now.

"OK, my Angel" Sam looked at her hopefully, his trousers beginning to bulge "How can I help you feel better right now?"

Sara raised her eyes, then lowered them again.

"Sam, I'm not sure how to ask you this." She looked embarrassed, but pressed bravely on. "I want you to help me - do something."

"What, my love? Tell me."

"You'll be shocked, Sam."

"I'd do anything for you, Midge. Come on, just tell me."

"Alright. Sam." Sara stiffened as if summoning up courage "I want you to … No I can't say it."

"Come on, Midge. Spill the beans." Sam poked his sister playfully in the ribs.

"Well, okay.....Sam, I want you to ......to shave me."

"Shave you?"

"Down... Down there!"

"Wow! Golly, Midge. Really?" Sara nodded sheepishly. "Wow! This is ....well, a bit of a surprise at least."

"You don't want to? Are you disgusted?"

"No, no, no. Not at all. God! It's every man's fantasy, Midge. I'd...I'd love to. If....if you're really sure you want me to. But what's brought this on? You've never mentioned it before."

Sara looked even more embarrassed. "I ..... I went to one of those Private Shops and bought a .... a film." Sam looked astonished. Sara hastily carried on.

"I needed something to help me with my...my problem when I'm on my own. Oh Sam, it was amazing. I saw girls doing all these things I'd only heard of before, and really looking as if they were enjoying it. I saw that most of the girls were shaved down there, Sam. And they looked so much cleaner and sexier and much more attractive. And they seemed to have much better sex - especially when they were kissed - down there." 

"You can't believe all you see in those videos, Midge. Most of the time they're acting." Sam counseled.

I don't care, Sam." Sara paused in her confession, drawing breath.

"I want some of that too, Sam. I really want it. Will you shave me? Please? Today? Now?"

Still barely able to believe his ears, Sam's mind took refuge in practicalities. "But I don't have a clean razor or soap here. We couldn't use mine; it's too blunt for one thing."

Sara smiled sheepishly. She spoke under her breath. "I've brought some things with me."

"Wow!" Sam was visibly surprised. And what on earth would you tell David?"

"He thinks I've had an internal examination today, remember? I'll tell him they had to shave me for that." She paused for a second. "Anyway, I know David. He'll love it and won't ask too many questions."

Sam did not respond, speechless.

"Sam. Will you? Please?"

In answer, Sam slipped his legs gently out from under hers and rose to his feet in front of her. He offered her his hands. She took them, pleased yet still uncertain, and stood up in front of him. He kissed her, first lightly then more passionately. 

Sam's hands dropped to her waist, where he unfastened the button of her skirt and lowered the zipper. It fell to the floor. Sam took the hem of her soft woolen top in his strong hands and raised it over her growing 'bump'. Sara raised her arms and it slipped higher then over her head. She stood before him in her soft white cotton knickers and - what was that? Sam was taken aback. A white bra?

Sara noticed his puzzlement. She grinned at him. "Sexual appetite isn't the only effect pregnancy has had, Sam." She announced triumphantly, thrusting out her chest. 

"I've got real breasts at last!"

Sam's adoring hands rose to touch them. The backs of his knuckles brushed against the swell of her nipples, clearly visible through the bra's delicate cup. Sara watched, delighted at his obvious enjoyment, watching with joy her nipples firming under the thin material. 

"Midge! Where did these wonderful things come from?" Sam asked playfully.

"They just grew during the last week. Sam, I love it. I feel like a whole woman now." Unconsciously she stroked her growing belly. "Look! Touch me!"

Sara reached behind her back to undo the clasp on her bra. The straps fell loose, and slipped forward over her shoulders. Her breasts broke free as she slipped the bra to the floor. Sara took her breasts in her hands, cupped and lifted their unfamiliar weight as she had never been able to before. Sam dropped to his knees before her, and with his hands on her hips, took one nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicked lightly over its tip and Sara's breathing quickened. Sam moved his tongue slowly to her other nipple, his hands lifting their firm tips to his mouth. 

He kneaded her breasts slowly as he nibbled first one, then the other. Sara's breathing became quicker and deeper. She felt a warmth within her.

Sam's lips still toying with her nipples, his fingertips lightly ran down her sides until they reached the waistband of her knickers. As his tongue lightly brushed over her breasts, his thumbs slipped under the elastic and he deftly eased them to the floor. Sam's hand rose gently between her naked legs, lightly stroking the insides of both her thighs, until he felt the back of his hand brush against her moistening pubic hair. 

Sara took his head in her hands and gently tilted his face towards hers.

"Sam. Please. Will you do it for me?" she asked. He nodded and smiled up at her.

"I'd do anything for you. You know that, don't you?"

Rising to his feet before her, Sam took Sara by the hand and led her back to the couch. "Where is it?" he whispered, almost afraid to mention what she wanted.

"In my sports bag. Here." Sara whispered in return, indicating the green Slazenger tennis bag by the side of the table.

Sam knelt and opened the bag. He drew out a dark blue towel, which he spread over the couch. He stood up and took Sara's hands. Gently he lowered her onto the couch where she sat upright on the towel. Whispering 'wait right there', Sam took the bag into the kitchen.

Sara heard the sound of running water. In less than a minute Sam returned bearing a tray on which stood a large bowl of warm water, a brand new lady shave razor and a tall blue tube of shaving gel. He placed the tray on the floor by Sara's feet. She immediately parted her legs to allow him to kneel between her thighs. Sam looked across at his sister's open thighs, his heart pounding in his chest. He saw her small triangle of soft brown tight curls only inches from is face. He looked up into her warm brown eyes.

"Midge, are you really sure you want this?"

"Very sure, Sam. I wouldn't trust anyone but you to do it."

"OK then. You must tell me if you feel anything wrong, or if you want me to stop."

"I will, darling. Don't worry." She giggled. "Just be careful."

Sam removed his shirt and trousers, to kneel in his pants before her. He plunged his hands into the bowl of warm water, warming them up, before unscrewing the top of the tube of gel and squeezing a two-inch long snake onto his right hand. Replacing the tube on the tray, Sam used his fingers to work the gel into a rich, creamy lather in his palm, then slowly, slowly placed his hand between Sara's upper thighs. 

She breathed in sharply at his touch, then gradually relaxed as Sam began to massage the foaming gel into her tightly curled pubic hair. Pausing, he took more gel and, making more lather, spread it alongside the first, massaging it into a rich smooth whiteness between her thighs. 

Sara opened her legs wider, and Sam noticed the soft, light hair alongside and below her vulva. He reversed his hand's motion, and began to massage the foaming gel deeper between her thighs and towards her buttocks. Sara was obviously enjoying the feeling. Her eyes firmly closed, she leaned back on the couch and opened her legs as wide as she could manage. Spread wide, open and utterly vulnerable before the man she trusted most in the world, Sara felt aroused and excited. She pictured Sam's hands on her body and felt his fingers slide over her most private parts.

Sam could barely control his excitement. Every man's fantasy was his at that moment. His hands slipped all around Sara's vulva, feeling her tight slippery curls wrapping themselves around his fingertips as he moved them back and forth over her mound. His long middle finger slid tentatively between Sara's buttocks, to rest against and circle her anus. Sam felt Sara shudder at his touch, and worked his fingers more.

At length, finally satisfied with the richness and density of the lather, Sam rinsed his hands carefully in the bowl, and with all the care of a neurosurgeon, picked up the razor.

"Last chance to change your mind." He whispered. Sara said nothing, but reached forwards and ran her fingers through his hair.

Sam knelt down low, his face inches from Sara's vulva. He took the razor in his right hand and, using his left to hold her skin taut, began to shave away her pubic hair. 

In short, delicate movements, he started from the top corners of her tightly curled triangle, surprised at how difficult it was to remove the stubborn curls. Rinsing frequently, he painstakingly exposed her soft white flesh. First one, then the other corner of the triangle disappeared into the warm water. Then Sam began to shave closer to her tender lips. With infinite care, he worked his way from the top of her soft smooth thighs towards her delicate core - now clearly beginning to swell with passion. 

Holding her skin tight, the razor passed smoothly over first one outer lip, then the other, taking several strokes on each side before the hairs yielded and Sara's reddening skin could be clearly seen. Lifting her right leg gently over his shoulder, Sam carefully removed all the soft, downy hair between her vulva and her bottom. It floated away on the surface of the water. 

Sara lay back with her eyes closed and her body on fire. As the clean, sharp blade glided over her skin she felt as if her whole body was being stripped bare. Her skin burned with the unfamiliar scraping, the cool air soothed her wet skin for the merest moment before the hot, sharp blade enraged it again. As the lather dissolved in the warm water, so she felt her remaining inhibitions dissolving with it, and felt more and more alive with every pass of the razor across her flesh. 

Sam's deft fingers parted her outer lips to allow the eager blade to whisk away the curls that held on so tightly next to her most private passage. His hands shook with both nerves and increasing lust as he felt his erection straining painfully against his shorts.

The last visible hair finally yielded to the remorseless blade and Sam finally finished his task. Sara felt the cleansing flow of warm water across her burning, sensitive vulva, followed by the unaccustomed and exhilarating coolness of fresh air on her newly naked skin. 

She felt new, aroused, alive!

Recovering his breath, Sam dried his hands on the hanging corner of the towel and looked at his sweet, sexy sister Sara. Her skin, always soft and smooth, now flowed uninterrupted from her swelling breasts, over her growing belly to her soft, open thighs - thighs which, now spread wide, revealed the newly exposed redness of her swollen, opening outer lips. Her hardening clitoris was beginning to make its presence felt above the deep pink of her inner core. 

Sara's fingers slid tentatively across her rounded stomach and down between her thighs. The new smoothness shocked and aroused her, and the heightened sensitivity of her newly-bared flesh against her warm fingertips caused her to moan out loud.




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Watching in awe, Sam realised he was holding his breath. With a long sigh, he lowered his head to kiss Sara on the navel, his warm breath making her shudder in excitement.

Sara closed her eyes and felt the heat of Sam's body as he got closer and closer. She felt his soft, wet lips on her swelling belly and writhed beneath him. He kissed her belly once, twice, three times more as his mouth traveled downwards towards the prize that awaited him. 

The tip of his tongue drew a thin, damp line along the crease in her skin where her thighs met her vulva. It traveled down to her buttocks, across and up the other side, reveling in the new smoothness of her body. Sara could feel every contour of his tongue, every rough patch, every microscopic movement of the writhing beast that toyed with the new, incredible sensitivity of her welcoming flesh.

Sam could feel the heat of her bared vulva on his face. His tongue flicked outwards to touch the underside of her clitoris and her hips bucked. Encouraged, Sam began to lick. First in long, strong strokes, then in shorter, rapid darts, the tip of his tongue found its mark within her wetness. She began to moan, a familiar sound of increasing ecstasy that drove Sam onwards. His hands slid, palms upwards, beneath her buttocks and raised her moistening vulva to his mouth. His tongue, long and pointed, wriggled easily between her welcoming inner lips to plunge deep into the depths of her vagina. Firm and strong, Sam drew his eager tongue downwards to slide eagerly along the lowest part of her moist opening. He entered her again and ran his tongue first up one side of her deepest opening, then the other, feeling her newly naked warm skin against his cheeks. 

Sara's moaning increased in volume and her body writhed further as her clitoris hardened beneath Sam's experienced touch. He could taste her increasing passion, her moisture running over his tongue. He felt dizzy with lust.

Sara felt a rising warmth filling her and knew she was close to a new release. Her skin, unbelievably sensitive, burned from the touch of Sam's tongue. Suddenly she knew she wanted him inside her; needed him to fill her completely, deeply; needed him now. She reached down to take his head between her hands and he looked up into her eyes.

"Now, Sam. Please." Her voice was almost inaudible but they were so much in tune, so much one flesh that Sam could almost read her mind.

Rising to his feet, Sam dropped his pants, wet with pre-cum to the floor. His erection, freed from constraint, rose long and hard before him. Sam could feel pressure within himself, and pleaded with his body not to cum too quickly. Kneeling between his sister's thighs, he slid himself smoothly and powerfully into her aching, open vagina.

Sara felt Sam enter, sliding easily into her open, imploring body. She imagined every inch of his full, firm length as it passed her engorged lips and then reveled in the new sensation of his wiry pubic hair brushing against her shaven skin as his firm rounded tip pressed against her cervix deep within her. She tightened herself around him and heard him moan in gratitude. 

Their eyes met as she looked along her swelling belly towards him, and as she watched, Sam began to thrust.

Sam looked down in awe as he slid smoothly in and out of his her pale, soft, pregnant body. He felt the upward curve of his erection rubbing firmly against the upper walls of her vagina and knew he would not be able to control himself for long. He quickened his pace and felt Sara's body tense more tightly around him. 

She began to moan again, her eyes closed, and bit her lower lip hard to try and stifle the sound. Sara's head shook from side to side with his thrusts. Sam reached down and placed his palms around her belly, thrilling at the thought of what was within - what they had created together. He felt a familiar, exquisite pain between his legs as his climax slowly began.

Sara bit harder onto her lip as the firm head of Sam's erection passed repeatedly over her 'g spot'. She loved the new sensations her body was experiencing and could clearly feel Sam reaching his orgasm. Suddenly, she knew what she wanted.

"Sam. Sam. Not inside me," she gasped out between his thrusts. "On me. Please."

Obeying without thinking, Sam felt his semen beginning to flow and pulled his pulsing cock quickly out of Sara's vagina. He held his erection, large and pulsing, over her bare vulva and as he rose on his heels, his semen burst forth from its swollen head and spattered over Sara's rounded belly. Supporting his weight on his left arm, Sam pumped himself with his right until every drop had fallen on her lightly tanned skin and no more semen would flow. 

Sara's torso was streaked with milky white marks as Sam, unable to believe or understand, gasped for breath.

Her body still tight with her own passion, a breathless Sara felt Sam pull slowly out of her reluctant body. She waited in anticipation. Looking along her belly, she saw Sam's body convulse, his face screwed up, and watched as the first spurts of semen splashed across her distended belly. Sam's erection pulsed and his body was racked by spasms as he pumped his semen onto her and more warm, wet streaks appeared on her flesh. Sara marveled at the force that gripped her brother's powerful body and once again could scarcely believe that it had been her own body that had produced such feelings.

As Sam eventually regained control, Sara reached down and slowly spread the white sticky fluid across her skin. She lifted two fingers to her lips and licked them.

"Oh Sam. That was perfect. Thank you, thank you, thank you." she burst out tearfully, pulling her brother to her in a passionate embrace. 

"I just knew it would be better. Did you enjoy it? You didn't feel disgusted?"

"Midge, it was just wonderful. You're incredible. I love you so much! Nothing you could do would ever disgust me."

They lay side by side naked on the couch for a long time. The glowing fire warmed them, their legs intertwined. Long, slow, tender kisses united their bodies and souls. Sara fell into a doze in his arms, and Sam could feel her bump surprisingly hard against his stomach. He stroked it, feeling his own stickiness on her skin. 

God! How he loved her. How he wished he could let the world know about them and their love. But inside he knew that the world could never understand a special love like theirs. 

After what seemed like a long time, the hall clock chimed 9 p.m., bringing Sam to his senses. 

"Midge!" He whispered. "We'd better get moving. Lynn will be back in half an hour." Sara opened her eyes and looked dreamily into his anxious face.

"Don't worry. There's plenty of time." Sleepily, she untangled her legs from Sam's, and swiveled round to sit on the edge of the couch. Her hands went automatically between her legs and she smiled as she felt the newly smooth, sensitive flesh. She pushed herself upright and walked dreamily through to the bathroom. Sam could hear the shower starting and the shower door closing.

He rolled off the couch and lifted up his tray. The bowl was now full of soapy water with a layer of tight brown curls floating on the surface. He took the tray through to the bathroom to clean up.

It had been a truly extraordinary evening.



The Tangled Web Ch. 10



Ch. 10: May 2002 – Due Date

The Tangled Web is a story spanning several years and is based on the complicated lives of a brother and sister and those they live with. Set in the English Midlands, the tale is told through a series of interlocking short stories. Although designed to be read in sequence, I have tried to make each chapter stand as a complete and satisfying story in itself.

For those following the story from its beginning, this chapter contains important elements of several storylines that are essential for future chapters. It's a bit longer and more involved, but please don't lose patience – Sara and Sam do get together - and please let me know how I can improve for next time.

If you're new to The Tangled Web, you'll get much more out if you start at Chapter 1.

If you just want an erotic story, please start at 'Earlier that evening...'

* * * * *

Lynn was pleased to be back. Back in the studio room, loud music playing, in charge of her class, she felt strong and confident again. Her voice, amplified through the throat mike, sounded clear, commanding and encouraging. She was back where she belonged.

Getting pregnant with her husband Sam's child had been a terrible shock. She had deep down wanted it not to be true, had wanted to 'do something' about it. But Sam had been so pleased, so happy about it that she had resolved to see it through. 

But being pregnant had been a waking nightmare. Her body had swelled in what she considered to be a disgusting way and there had been that terrible, seemingly unending sickness. Finally the day had come when the sickness had stopped. At first she had felt pleased. Perhaps pregnancy would be bearable after all. After two days she began to realise something was wrong. There had been bleeding, there had been pain; an emergency trip to hospital; an operation. There had been tears and bitter disappointment on Sam's face, though he had fought hard to conceal them. 

One thing she knew for certain. She never wanted to be pregnant again.

She had fought hard to repair the damage five months of pregnancy had done to her figure and fitness. It had been tough. Her friends would constantly sympathise with her over her 'sad loss'. Lynn tried hard to look wounded and gave the impression that her demanding exercise routine was her way of keeping her mind off her 'problem', but in truth it felt good to be herself again. It would be wrong to say she didn't care, but she cared more about Sam's sadness than she did about the child she had never really wanted. Lynn longed to be able to tell someone about this, but knew nobody who would understand.

There had been three new girls in the class that evening. Two had obviously arrived together and stayed at the back as newcomers usually did, but one - a tall muscular girl with short highlighted hair - had boldly come to the front and had watched Lynn closely all the last hour. She looked oddly familiar, Lynn thought, but couldn't place her.

The class had gone well. Lynn had enjoyed the familiar burning feeling in her muscles. After the round of applause she always allowed them at the end, the room had begun to empty. Lynn had turned and had started to remove her microphone and its wiring, packing it in its box on top of the amplifier. She had followed the power cord to its wall socket, knelt down, unplugged it and started coiling the long black cable.

Suddenly she was aware of someone standing behind her. She turned to see above her the new girl, her yellow-brown hair framing an increasingly familiar face bearing an amused look.

"You don't recognise me, do you Lynn?"

The familiar but unexpected voice immediately solved the riddle.

"Sandy" Lynn shrieked, her mouth open wide. "No, I didn't. God! How are you?" She stepped forward and hugged her friend enthusiastically. "When did you get back? What are you doing here?"

"I've been back a month now. I'm living with Mum and Dad until I can find a place. How are you? You look fantastic, but then you always did."

"Never mind me. What's happened to you? You look so different. Your hair! Your figure! You look great. No wonder I didn't recognise you."

"Thanks a bunch, pal!" Sandy kissed Lynn on the cheek, obviously overjoyed to be welcomed so warmly. "Easy. I've spent hours and hours in the gym, just like you. Listen, do you have to rush off home? Could you stay for a drink and a chat?"

"Of course I can. I'd love to. But I've got to finish here first and see the Manager."

"OK. I'll see you in the bar when you've finished." Sandy picked up her towel and, with a wave of her hand, left the studio to shower and change.

Lynn hurried through her tidying and rushed downstairs. The Manager's office was empty so she left a brief note on his jotter and turned to leave. As she walked along the corridor to the staff changing room, she quickly dialed Sam on her mobile. Their answerphone was switched on. 

"Hi, it's me." she began, "You'll never guess who I met tonight - Sandy! We're going to have a drink and catch up on what's happened. I'll get something to eat here. I'll be later back - say midnight? Don't wait up. Hope Sara and the twins are OK. Give her my love. Bye Sam." Lynn entered the locker room and quickly headed for the showers.

* * * * *

In the warm lounge in their house, Sam held his body very still, motionless, straining to hear Lynn's voice as she dictated her message. The message ended and his face broke into a smile.

"Well that's convenient. We've got an extra couple of hours."

He looked down at the sofa in front of him, where his sister Sara knelt, her back to him, her large pregnant belly supported on cushions, her arms on the chair back. His firm, proud erection was buried deep in his sister's round, naked, highly pregnant body and she was pressing herself backwards against his invading cock.

She looked over her shoulder at him and grinned playfully. Sam felt a sudden squeezing around his erection. He wriggled his hips in response and saw the bump in her belly wobble beneath him as her buttocks pressed against his upper thighs.

Then with a low gasp, Sara's head tipped backwards and her mouth opened in pleasure as smoothly he resumed his long, steady thrusts into her round, welcoming body.

* * * * *

Lynn threw her sports bag over her shoulder and walked out of the changing room into the large, open bar. At this time of the evening it was half empty, the few diners finishing their meals. Sandy was standing at the bar, waiting to be served. She wore tight cycling shorts and a close fitting top which accentuated her slim, toned figure. Lynn, dressed in her usual tight jeans and T shirt reached her as she placed her order.

"..and a Bacardi Breezer." Sandy was saying. She turned to Lynn. "I guessed you still like those." 

Lynn nodded and lifted the open bottle to her lips. She took a long draft, the familiar taste reminding her of summer evenings, music into the night and making love under the stars. 

They crossed to a corner table and sat together. So much had passed since they had last met.

"So how long have you been back?" Lynn asked.

"About six weeks. I'm working for B2B Bank in town. Marketing. It's great to be back home again.

"How was Australia?"

"Unbelievable. It's a great way of life. So different from here."

"Sun, sea, all that?"

"I loved it. Finishing work at 5 instead of 8 and going down to the beach. Real freedom!"

"So why come back?"

"My visa was running out and the bank wanted someone for a special contract back here. I volunteered."

"How long are you back for?"

"That depends on what's here for me now." She said enigmatically.

Lynn changed the subject. With a sly grin she asked,

"And did you meet any nice men?"

"A few. I had a couple of dates. But mostly I also learned something important about myself."

"Mmm?"

Sandy hesitated. "I learned that, after all, I'm not really into 'men'. That's partly why I'm back. I have to break the news to my parents."

Lynn understood her friend's meaning as only she could. "You're actually coming out?"

"I have to. I can't live a lie any longer. I'm just not interested men, like you are. Over there I've been able to accept the fact that I'm gay. I need to let my family and friends know now."

Lynn knew better than most about Sandy's preferences. Their affair had lasted nine months, ending just before her marriage to Sam. Lynn had always suspected that Sandy had gone to Australia to get away from her and Sam and the memories.

"Do you have a girlfriend now?" She asked.

"Not right now. We split up when I came over here." Sandy said sadly. 

"I'm sorry."

"No worries really. I suppose we always knew it couldn't last."

Lynn sought to lighten the mood. "Tell me. What was life like for you out there? I've heard it's a really good place to be - especially if you're gay."

"It was great. Really great. There isn't the prejudice there is here. I could be with a girlfriend on the beach without being stared at." She leaned back and sipped her lager. "My first girlfriend was really into fitness. It wasn't a serious relationship, but she got me into fitness too. I spent hours in the gym and running by the sand. I had my hair done like this." A thought struck her. "I'm not too butch like this, am I?"

Lynn looked admiringly at her friend's body. "You look good to me Sandy."

Sandy gave Lynn a meaningful, slightly sad look. Then shook her hear and after a sip of her drink asked:

"So tell me about you. What's been happening here?"

Lynn laughed hollowly, took a long breath and launched in. She told Sandy about Sam, how they were still married. About her pregnancy and its sad ending. How she had fought to get her figure and her job back. Was she happy? She thought so.

"If you're not sure, you're not really happy." said Sandy quietly. "Are you a one man woman now?" she pressed on.

Lynn was thrown off her guard. Had Sandy really stressed the word 'man' like that? She nodded and moved the conversation on to more conventional matters. Over the next hour and several more drinks, Sandy told her all about life down under. Lynn thought it sounded perfect. 

They quickly became more relaxed together. The past two years' separation and the reasons for it were forgotten. By the time they had finished their meals, Lynn felt her old affection for her friend welling up strongly within her. All too soon it was time to leave, and they walked together to the car park. 

As they parted, they hugged and kissed each other on the cheek - perhaps a little longer than usual - and drove to their separate homes.

* * * * *

Earlier that evening, in Lynn & Sam's house.

It was Thursday evening again. Sara, nearing the full term of her pregnancy, has come round to see her brother Sam as she so often did. Sam is the real father of the twins and is becoming nervous as the birth approaches. 

Lynn, Sam's wife, was at the health club where she worked, taking her usual evening class. This left the siblings free to be together in the house as they had been so many times before.

Sara's boyfriend David, a teacher who she lives with, was 'taking a class to the theatre' that night and would himself be back late. In fact David was taking Sophie to the cinema in a nearby town where they were unlikely to be recognized, then meeting his lover Paula at her apartment in town after 10pm.

The twins were due to be born in four weeks' time and Sara was, as she herself put it, 'simply enormous'. The dreaded maternity dresses had been bought and worn for many weeks, but blessedly her increase in size was still restricted to her 'bump'. She had taken care not to get fat and to her considerable relief her ankles had not swollen up yet – well not much. Her hair was sleek and glossy and her skin clear and unblemished in that extraordinary physical state designed to make a heavily pregnant woman so very attractive to the father of her unborn child.

And the changes had certainly worked. Sam was even more besotted with Sara than before and was, if anything, more solicitous than ever, taking care, when he could, of her every need. Although there was no question of his declaring it, Sam felt increasing pain that he could not shout from the rooftops that he, not David, was the father of her soon to be born children. 

They were sitting on the sofa, watching television. Sara's head resting on Sam's left shoulder as he stroked her bump with his right hand.

"Not long to wait now, Midge. Have you got your suitcase prepared already? I thought I saw it when I came in."

Sara smiled." It's packed and in the hallway, just in case. They reckon with twins it could start at any time from next week. Best to be safe."

Sam's fingers walked back and forth across her swollen belly, then he pressed his palm flat against her skin.

"I can feel them moving." He grinned. "I'm amazed there's room to move at all." 

He slid the flat of his hand slowly from side to side over Sara's bump, then from top to bottom, seeking more evidence of movement. Apparently satisfied, he kissed Sara on the lips and hugged her closely. He sat back beside her and sighed.

"I still can't quite believe we really did it. I mean, I'm really really happy about it, but I can't believe it has really happened."

"You will in a few weeks' time when they're born. And I certainly will." Sara smiled ruefully, not looking forward to the birth itself.

"All that scheming and plotting to get you pregnant actually worked."

"And it was fun too, wasn't it?" Sara looked at Sam sideways, her eyes gleaming.

"Oh yes!" he replied. "That part was amazing. Even if it did make us sore."

Silently, Sara remembered their secret assignations in her flat and in secret hotels on her 'hot', most fertile days. How on those days they had made love three or four times despite their soreness, until they were both exhausted. The secrecy had if anything, heightened her excitement and arousal, and the sexual joy she felt knowing they were really trying to make a baby was unlike anything before or since.

For several months during her pregnancy she had become almost insatiable, making uncharacteristic demands on both David and Sam. Although her size had inevitably reduced this, she still felt a driving passion and a need for physical love to reassure her of her attractiveness and especially Sam's continued love for her.

Unconsciously, her right hand had begun to stroke Sam's left thigh. Although she was not aware of it, it was a way in which she often initiated their lovemaking. Sam was very much aware of it but he seldom started things now, being too concerned about her condition and reluctant to do anything to put her at risk. He put his arm tighter around her shoulders and drew her towards him. Sam felt her fingers slide inside his thigh and rise towards his groin. Her message was clear and welcome. Sam responded by gently stroking her bump again,

Sara adjusted her position to allow Sam to touch her more easily, and leaned back on the sofa as his hand continued to stroke her belly through the thin maternity dress. His fingers moved smoothly up and down, toying with her slightly distended navel, then, as he knew she wanted, down towards her thighs. She opened her legs slightly and he cupped her vulva, feeling its soft warmth through the material of her knickers and dress. He looked into her eyes.

"Are you sure?" He asked. Sara nodded.

Sam removed his hand from her groin and began to unfasten the buttons on the front of Sara's dress. It fell open revealing the tightly stretched skin of her bulging stomach above her large maternity knickers. Not the sexiest underwear in the world, he thought, but the effect on him was as powerful as if she had been wearing Janet Reger's finest. 

The last button yielded and Sara shrugged the loose dress off her shoulders. She ran her palms over her bump and raised her pelvis slightly as Sam deftly eased her knickers around her buttocks, down her thighs and away. Sara unfastened the centre fastener of her bra. 

"I'll just get the pillows" whispered Sam. He quickly went out of the room and Sara heard the bedroom door opening. She quickly wriggled out of her dress and bra and, rising out of the sofa, turned and knelt on the cushion, her arms resting on the seat back. After a few seconds, he returned with two pillows.

"You really are keen tonight, Midge." He laughed and carefully placed the pillows on the seat cushion beneath her belly. Sara adjusted them a little and bent forward, resting her bump on their softness, her weight on the seat back, her naked bottom towards the television and Sam. He quickly removed his trousers and underpants, his erection eagerly springing up, ready and anxious to perform.

Sam moved behind Sara, looking down at her smooth, brown back, the whiteness of her bare buttocks and the pinkness of her waiting vulva exciting him yet further. He carefully placed the head of his cock between her outer lips. Sara breathed heavily in anticipation. He slowly, carefully pressed forward and into her, entering in a single slow, smooth movement, resting only when his hips pressed firmly against her soft, cool cheeks. He paused, feeling the tightness of her around him, the pressure of the children within her womb bringing new sensations to his highly aroused body. In contrast to the violence of his passion that Sara normally induced, Sam began to move slowly in and out of his sister's vagina, relishing every stroke; feeling her tighten around each ridge along his length. It took all his self control to keep his passion from driving him harder and faster into her. 

Sara felt Sam enter her with relief and pleasure. She knew and felt every ridge along his length and was thrilled to feel his slow, precise movements. She loved the effect her body normally had on Sam; the force of his passion, the fact that he could not help but let himself go - surrendering to the animal violence of his lust. He knew that no-one else could do this to him. She felt special. She felt the twins move within her as he thrust in and out. He was so careful, so loving, so exciting. Warm waves of pleasure began to flow through her body and she felt herself moistening.

Suddenly the phone rang. 

"Let the answerphone pick it up." Sam panted and listened as Lynn's voice rang out through the flat. 

Smiling at the message and with his body more under control following the pause, Sam resumed his long, smooth thrusts in and out of Sara's body.

Sara threw back her head with pleasure, her glossy brown hair falling over the soft skin of her shoulders. Her vagina tightened and Sam felt Sara's passion increasing as struggled to control his own. Anxious not to harm Sara and the twins, but needing to satisfy them both, he began the short, fast thrusts that would quickly end in his climax.

Sara felt Sam's pace quickening. She knew he would cum soon. Wanting her climax to match his, she tightened herself around his shaft and with one hand reached between her legs to tickle her clitoris. The sudden sensation made her gasp with pleasure. She closed her eyes and as the warm waves of pleasure hardened into sharp stabs of pain, her cries of approaching orgasm filled the room.

Sam heard Sara's familiar moaning and felt himself cumming. Short spasms racked his body and he struggled to control the forceful final thrusts as he began to fill Sara with his semen. The pains of his ecstasy choked his breath in his throat and he heard Sara moaning louder and louder as his throbbing cock pumped its last drop of cum into her body. 

Suddenly Sara cried out louder, a short, sharp shout quite unlike her usual moans.




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Sam's body began to relax as his cock softened. His trembling knees buckled and he slumped breathless to the sofa beside Sara, who was still propped up on the chair back. 

She cried out again, and her hand went to her belly.

"Midge. Have I hurt you?"

"Oh God, Sam. I think it's starting."

"What?"

"It's starting. Now" she snapped. "Call the hospital."

Sam was dumbstruck. He ran to the telephone. "Where's the number?"

Sara pointed to her handbag by the table. Sam rummaged in it for her address book and hastily dialed the emergency number of the hospital maternity ward. He ran back to her with the phone. She spoke hurriedly to a woman on the other end of the line, then hung up.

"Well?"

"They say I've got to go in now. We can't take any chances with twins."

"OK. I'll drive you. We'd better clean up quickly." Sam said, reaching for a box of tissues.

"Just get me there, Sam." Sara shouted, almost doubling up with pain as another contraction hit her.

Sam persuaded her to put her knickers back on and, throwing a coat around her shoulders, he grabbed her suitcase and walked her to the car. Sam drove in silence, too quickly through the evening streets and parked in a 'no waiting' zone outside the hospital maternity wing. They rushed through the sliding doors and across the foyer until they were met by a plump young midwife in uniform.

The formalities were quickly dispatched and Sara was hustled into a 'birthing suite' where she undressed and donned a hospital gown which fastened at the back. Dressed this way, her bump looked simply huge. Sam could not imagine anything so large being able to pass through the tight part of her body that he had so recently been enjoying.

He realised the midwife was speaking.

"So you're the father? Your first time?"

"Yes." Sam said without thinking, then in a panic almost shouted "No! Sorry! Actually no, I'm Sara's brother."

"Where is the father, then?" she pressed, a little agitated. It says in the notes that his name is David. You'd better leave now."

"No!" Called out Sara almost in terror. "I need Sam with me. Please!"

"Are you sure? It won't be pretty you know."

"I'm sure. Please!" Sara whispered. The midwife looked uncomfortable, but nodded to Sam.

Sam was speechless. He was about to watch his own sister give birth to twins that he had fathered. And had completely forgotten about David. 

To the midwife he quickly mumbled. "Couldn't get David on his mobile. I'll try again." He gave Sara a meaningful look and walked to the corner of the room, hastily dialing on his mobile phone.

The midwife took Sara by the arm.

"Let's get you on the bed then, love." Sara, her eyes on Sam, backed up to the bed and lifted her buttocks onto its clean white sheet. She slid herself further on, and waited while the midwife lifted her legs onto the bed on front of her. She lay with her legs before her, her back propped up on cushions.

"Let's see how far open you are, shall we?" said the midwife, skillfully lubricating a small speculum. She pulled back Sara's gown to reveal her vulva, distended by the bulge above. Sara leaned forward and craned her neck as the cold metal device was inserted into her vagina.

Suddenly her face filled with horror. From her opening vagina flowed a small pool of her own juices, mixed with Sam's semen. She stared thunderstruck at the pool, then at the midwife, who just reached over a grabbed a couple of tissues, wiping the pool away in an instant.

She looked up at Sara and winked. "Happens all the time. There's nothing like a bit of rumpy pumpy to get baby started, is there?" Then a puzzled look came over her face as she looked across at the man who had described himself as her brother Sam, anxiously trying to get David on the phone, who had obviously been with her when...... She shook her head as if to dislodge such an impossible thought, and continued with her inspection.

* * * * *

Across town, in the red and black bedroom of her smart modern flat, David looked down at Paula's long brown hair spread over her smooth tanned back as she threw her head backwards in a mixture of pleasure and pain. His eyes bulged as he grasped her soft buttocks to drive his mighty erection deeply into her tightly-stretched anus. He was having the time of his life, he thought joyfully. 

Always a man of high libido and blessed with an extraordinarily long, thick erection, David had found it impossible to be faithful to Sara, his girlfriend of many years and now – he incorrectly believed – the mother of his soon to be born twins.

Sara's hormone-induced insatiability early on in her pregnancy had driven him wild with excitement and he had been more than happy to satisfy her unusually high sexual demands two or even three times a day. 

Now, however, as her due date approached, she had returned to her normal lack of interest in sex. No! It was worse than that because in the past he had usually been able to persuade her to drop her knickers for him at least once a week. 

Now he had not had sex with Sara in six weeks and it was driving him mad. It was as if he had been plunged into the warm, clear waters of the ocean for a week, then thrown out into the desert to die of thirst.

Thank God for Paula! Paula could always be relied on in an emergency and this was an emergency. 

David had kept a simmering affair going with Paula since he met her years ago in the school at which he worked. They had known each other years before and had been lovers even before he and Sara had met. He could never have lived with or married Paula – she was too independent and promiscuous – but the knowledge that she was always at the end of a phone line and usually willing had sustained him through his deepest bouts of frustration.

Sara would by now, he thought, be moaning on at her brother Sam about the uncomfortable clothes, her blood pressure, her thickening ankles and God knows what else. He was welcome to it, David thought. And to think there were four more weeks of this still to go before the twins were due!

So here he was with Paula again. He felt no guilt at all, just a hard, deep, driving lust. They had eaten pizza in front of a film that he had found only mildly erotic but which had thrown Paula into a devouring passion for his body.

She had sucked him, he had licked her, they had had sex on her back, on her knees, on a chair, on the bed and now – miracle of miracles – his cock was buried in her beautiful soft rectum. This was a real treat, something even Paula - who was now a semi-professional escort - usually shied away from because of his size and which Sara would never have let him do this side of hell! 

But not tonight!

She was tight – very tight – and the friction of her dryness was burning his shaft despite the lubrication he had poured onto himself. But he was not going to stop now! Not when he was within minutes of a blistering climax. Paula was supporting herself on one arm while the other hand flicked frantically over her clitoris. She was gurgling out loud with her own climax and that drove David to still higher levels of desire.

His mobile phone on the bedside table began to ring insistently. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the words 'Sara Mobile Calling'. 

"Bloody Sara! Not now! Not now! Wants me to bring more cookie dough ice cream home I bet!" He grunted under his breath.

"She can fucking well wait! Frigid bitch!" He yelled out loud as a hot burning feeling gripped his balls and spread across his thighs and back, then up the length of his shaft as he began to cum violently inside Paula's rectum, slamming her head into the headboard as he drove himself forward.

* * * * *

Sam hit the red button on Sara's mobile hard in disgust. Trust David not to be around when Sara needed him! He ran back to the birthing suit and burst in. Sara was lying on the hard raised bed wearing only a white hospital gown. She looked incredibly beautiful, Sam thought.

"Can't find him! I've left messages at home and on his mobile. Typical!" He spat out.

The young midwife grunted in disapproval and left the room. Sara whispered quickly.

"Don't call any more! I don't want him here, I want you!" She held his arm firmly.

Sam calmed down and stood alongside her, taking her hand in his.

"Anything you want, Midge. Anything."

"Just don't leave me alone, Sam. Please. I'm frightened."

* * * * *

Four hours later, it was all over. 

Sara gave birth to healthy twins, a boy and a girl. David could not be found until after the birth, so to her delight, Sam held Sara's hand throughout the whole traumatic process. He thought that she had never looked so beautiful, so perfect as the moment when she held their first child to her breast to feed.

An hour later, David had been reached and was hurrying to get to them. Sam looked down at the two tiny babies sleeping in clear plastic cots side by side at the foot of Sara's bed. He walked quietly to her side and sat on the edge of the bed.

Her face was flushed pink, her hair straggly from the sweat and the pain. There had been blood – lots of blood, Sam thought - and stitches and mess but none of it had mattered. None of it had taken a single iota from Sara's beauty in his eyes.

When he spoke, his voice was broken with emotion.

"Well Midge. We did it. It's going to be a different world now!" 

He squeezed her hand. She squeezed his in return. They sat together in silence. 

Just when he thought she had fallen asleep, Sara turned to him and said:

"You're going to have to be very active and interested Uncle." She paused. "We must make sure you see them really often."

"I'm already thinking about schools, and sports, and universities and ..."

"Let's take one step at a time, darling." Sara said laughingly, stroking his cheek. They sat in silence once more, staring at the two sleeping forms. 

Suddenly, Sara sat up in bed.

"Sam! I've just had a strange thought."

"What, Midge?"

"If they're anything like their parents..." She whispered.

"What?"

"We'll have to keep a really close eye on how they play together when they're older."



The Tangled Web Ch. 11



Ch. 11: July 2002 - Breast Feeding

The Tangled Web is a story spanning several years and is based on the complicated lives of a brother and sister and those they live with. Set in the English Midlands, the tale is told through a series of interlocking short stories. Although designed to be read in sequence, I have tried to make each chapter stand as a complete and satisfying story in itself.

*****

It is now two months since Sara gave birth to the twins, now named Simon and Samantha. 

It was a difficult and painful birth in which she tore badly and needed a series of stitches to repair the damage to her vagina and perineum. The consultant had told her that it would be medically safe to have sex after four weeks, but the pain has been such that she has felt unable to make love either with David, her boyfriend which whom he lives, or with Sam, her brother, her long time lover and the father of the twins.

Sam's delivery room prediction that it was ‘…going to be a different world..' has proved amply fulfilled. The twins, though no more difficult than any newly born babies, are making huge demands on their mother.

Sara, who has opted to breast feed, is feeding one or the other child on a four-hourly basis, day and night, and is exhausted. Her brother Sam is terribly frustrated because he cannot be there to help or even to offer moral support during the long nights.

Her boyfriend David's interest in the twins is fast waning, and his frustration at being denied sexual access to Sara is very obvious. He has continued to see Paula, his sex partner of some years now (you could never call Paula a mistress) but even she, normally the most willing of participants, is becoming tired of his excessive demands and is also beginning to resent the lost earnings as an escort that his freebie sex sessions are costing her.

David, who now sleeps in the spare room ‘so as not to be disturbed by the babies' has started leaving home early so as to be out of the house when the twins wake for their morning feed. This should have caused Sara great anger and distress but in fact she welcomes his absence warmly, partly because he cannot then put pressure on her to have sex, but mostly because it allows her beloved Sam to visit her most mornings on his way to work and watch his children being fed.

This is one of those mornings.

*****

Sara sat up in bed, her back resting against the headboard, cradled by pillows. Her shoulder length brown hair was all messed up in a real version of the ‘bed head' hair style much loved by Meg Ryan amongst others. Her night dress was unbuttoned down the front all the way to her navel to allow free access to her soft, swollen breasts, now supported by an off-white maternity bra.

The bottom of the left cup was unzipped, allowing her pale breast, still relatively small despite being a new mother, to fall free. Her nipple, greatly softened and enlarged from its pre-pregnancy firmness, was firmly held in the tiny mouth of her baby Samantha, who was drawing on it, eyes closed, and contentedly falling asleep.

At the foot of the bed, softly gurgling himself to sleep, lay Samantha's brother Simon, gorged with his mother's milk, his big brown eyes – just like his father Sam's – closing slowly but inexorably.

Sara looked down at her daughter, now fast asleep in her arms, the nipple still in her mouth, and smiled. Her smile deepened as she heard the unmistakeable sounds of a key sliding into the front door, the door opening and closing softly, followed by almost silent footsteps across the hallway.

The bedroom door opened a fraction and a warm, familiar face peered round and smiled.

"Hi Midge!" Sam whispered. "How are things today?"

Sara looked up at her brother, her face, dewy-eyes through tiredness and devoid of make-up, looked like that of a child. Sam felt a twisting, turning feeling in his stomach as his powerful love for her made itself felt. Almost naked, surrounded by crisp white sheets and pillows and with a suckling baby – his baby - in her arms, he could not imagine a more lovely, more perfect, more arousing picture. 

So, being a typical man, he wrecked it.

"Shall I make us some tea?" He croaked, conscious of his voice having broken the spell.

Sara nodded silently and he left the room. As he waited for the kettle in the kitchen to boil, he heard a little moving about in the bedroom next door. When he returned, mugs of tea in each hand, both the twins were fast sleep in their cots and Sara was lying full length on the bed.

The summer morning sun was trying to break through the curtains and he crossed to open them.

"No Sam!" Sara whispered hoarsely. "Leave it dark! Don't wake them!"

Realising his mistake, Sam sheepishly crossed to the bed and lay fully clothed next to her. He rolled onto his side and gently kissed her soft lips. The room smelled of clean babies and fresh milk. He loved it!

"Bad night again?" He asked.

"No!" Sara replied. "They slept through till 5am before feeding so I got nearly a full night's sleep. I've just fed them again. That's earlier than usual so they didn't take much."

Sara was fidgeting in her maternity bra. It was clearly uncomfortable. 

"What's wrong?" Sam asked. "Sore?"

"No, not sore. They've not taken much of my milk this time and it's a bit painful. I really need to use the pump or I'll be in pain until the next feed." She added. Sam was nonplussed.

"What's the pump, Midge? It sounds a bit – well, you know – sexy."

"It isn't if you have to use it, Sam. Get it, will you? It's in the top right hand drawer."

Sam obediently opened the drawer and pulled out a strange contraption which looked like a gas-powered air horn only with a clear bottle instead of a canister. The horn was more of a clear plastic funnel, and it had a long tube with a squeezy ball on the end.

"What on earth's this?" He asked before his mouth suddenly dropped open. "Oh God! It isn't for … what I think it's for, is it?"

After deciphering hi comments, Sara laughed, then hushed herself before whispering.

"Yes! And it's really important I use it now before I explode. Go to the lounge if you don't want to watch!!"

"Do you want me to go?" He asked.

Sara appeared to think it through carefully.

"No Sam! I want you to be as close to being a real father as we can get. But not everything is pretty, I warn you."

Sam watched in astonishment as Sara unfastened her maternity bra and her full right breast fell forwards. The nipple was firm and drops of white milk were leaking from the tip.

Sara pressed the funnel over her nipple with her right hand and began to gently squeeze the ball in her left. After a few seconds a small stream of milk flowed from her breast into the funnel and down into he bottle below. Sam watched spellbound. 

"If they don't feed enough, I make too much milk and it hurts. If I draw it into this I can feed them with a bottle if I they're too hungry next time. It also means someone else can feed them and it's still breast milk. You could feed them Sam, if I can express enough milk."

Silence fell as Sara gently pumped her right breast until no more milk flowed into the funnel, then made to zip herself up before moving to the other, but Sam stayed her hand.

Sara grinned indulgently at him, and instead unfastened her bra at the clip between the cups. It fell open letting both her breasts fall free. As Sam watched, she applied the pump's funnel firmly to her left breast and pumped steadily. The clear plastic bottle filled further with milk until again no more would flow. Sara handed Sam the half-filled bottle. She sighed.

"Now I won't get too uncomfortable before lunch." 

Sam looked at the bottle and screwed down the airtight lid. 

"I'll just put it in the fridge." He said rolling to the edge of the bed, but Sara held his arm.

"That'll wait a few minutes. Just hug me a while, Sam. I need it."

Sam rolled back towards her and gathered his sister into his arms, holding her body close to his. Sara felt warm and comforted in his strong embrace. Having the twins had knocked her self confidence badly. 

She had not expected the birth to be so painful and was now worried that the tearing of her vagina had left her permanently deformed. Her breasts had gown, it was true, but she now worried that they were floppy instead of firm. She had put on a little weight during her pregnancy and believed that this and her loose stomach muscles combined to make her a fat, unattractive shadow of her former self. She worried that Sam would no longer find her attractive. 

Sam would have been horrified if he had known this. Sara was the centre of his life, and having the twins had moved his love for her onto a new level. The new softness of his sister's body, sharply in contrast to his wife Lynn's athletic one, strongly attracted him. He saw Sara's fuller breasts, tummy and hips as deeply arousing evidence of her new status as the mother of his children. He could not have loved or desired her more.

Sam rested his head on the bed close to Sara's naked breasts. She ran her fingers lightly through his hair and down the back of his neck. This close to her, the smell of milk and motherhood was overpowering and Sam loved it. Before his eyes, a tiny stream of milk leaked from her nipple and ran across the pale skin of her breast. Instinctively, Sam put out his tongue and licked it away. Sara gasped. The smooth, rich taste in his mouth made Sam light headed.

Sam moved his head slightly until his tongue lapped lightly across Sara's nipple. A drop more milk rolled down his tongue and he heard Sara's breathing deepen and her body tense, then relax. He drew the tip of his tongue lightly across the underside of her breast and blew lightly on the nipple itself. He felt his sister's body tense again alongside him, but he pressed on.

Lifting his head, Sam began to trace long low silvery lines across the soft skin on the underside of Sara's breasts. The hot breath from his nose played across her sore nipples and soothed them before his soft warm lips opened wide to take the full width of her nipple into his mouth. Sara winced, expecting sharp pain from her sore breasts, but Sam was so gentle that none came. Rather, she felt herself being milked oh-so-gently once again. She stroked his face with her fingertips and her fingers entwined in his hair. They lay together, the silence in the room broken only by the twins' breathing and the soft sounds of Sam's lips milking Sara's breast.

Sara looked at Sam's large, handsome head cradled in her arms, his eyes closed, his tender lips around her filling right breast. She felt the gentle, rhythmic sucking of his mouth and the delicate way his tongue toyed with the tip of her nipple. The soft skin of her breast moved in and out with the movement of his cheeks as he gently drew tiny drops of her milk into his mouth.

Sam felt the warmth of Sara's body close to him, his head resting on the slackened muscles of her stomach, her wonderfully enlarged breast pressed against his face. The sweet smell of Sara surrounded him and his mind was full of the thick creamy taste of her milk, tiny spurts of which ran across his tongue each time he drew on her nipple. He took care to keep his hard teeth away from her delicate flesh. He felt detached, in a dream world all of his own. 

As his warm tongue passed over her sensitive nipple, Sara recalled clearly the time she would forever consider the moment of conception. That early Friday morning, once David had gone to work when, in her own unmade bed, she and Sam had both reached an incredible, almost painful mutual climax and she had felt flooded with her brother's seed. Sara had felt so certain that the moment of conception had come that she had called in sick and remained on her back most of the afternoon to give his sperm the greatest chance of impregnating her. 

And it had worked! The proof was sleeping in the room with them.

As she remembered that morning, for the first time since the birth she felt the light tingling feeling between her thighs that told of the first stirrings of desire in her belly. She opened her legs a little and felt the weight of Sam's head slip a little lower down. She began to stroke his arm, then his stomach and back, through his shirt. Sam said nothing, but adjusted his position to allow himself to arouse her other nipple. 

Sara's body was now sending unmistakable messages to her brain. From the warm wet sensation between her thighs she realized that she was actually lubricating for the first time since the birth. For the first time since the twins had been born she was definitely becoming aroused. She loved the feeling. Her body wanted Sam's body. She began to want Sam once again with all her being. She felt like a woman again.

Her fingers began purposefully to stroke his hip, then his buttocks and finally slipped around his waist to caress his flaccid cock through the front of his trousers. 

She felt Sam pause, his mouth stationary on her breast. She deftly unbuttoned the waistband of his suit trousers with her nimble fingers and lowered his zip before sliding her hand inside to grasp his manhood more firmly through the cotton of his underpants. 

In instant response, Sam began to harden under her touch. Sara slid her fingers fully inside his pants and downwards over his firming cock to cup his tightening sack. Sam drew more firmly on her nipple, small soft noises emanating from his throat and into her soft breast. 

Sam felt Sara's hand upon him and glowed with pleasure. He had wanted her every day since the birth of their twins - had wanted her even during the birth itself - but had known he must leave it to her to decide when the time was right. It had seemed an age, but now her hands were unmistakably demanding him. The taste and smell of her milk filled his head and heightened his desire. To feel her hands on his body in this sexual way after so long was almost too much.

He gently released her nipple from his mouth and turned his head to look her in the eyes.

Sara was smiling indulgently at him.

"Are you sure?" he whispered. 

Sara nodded. "Be gentle." She added.

Sam smiled and pushed himself upright to sit up on the bed next to her. He reached across with one hand and stroked her cheek, letting his finger caress her chin and pass momentarily onto her lips. Sara opened her mouth and took his finger in, biting it playfully, sensually. She wriggled out of her nightdress as Sam pulled off his shirt and tie, and slid his trousers and pants down his legs, kicking them to the floor. Naked, he knelt on the bed and pulled the duvet down, revealing Sara's sweet body. 

At first, she closed her legs and brought them up to her chest, self-consciously concealing her loosened stomach. Sam bent over and kissed her on the lips. She smelt and tasted her own milk in his mouth and breath. It made her want him so much more.

Sam dropped his head to kiss her on her breasts, then gently but firmly, he straightened her legs and kissed her on the stomach. Once so flat and muscular, it was still a little slack from her pregnancy with just a hint of the increased roundness of belly and hips which Sam loved so much but which Sara saw as hideous. He understood why she might feel shy. 

To show her how beautiful he found her, he showering the pale skin of her stomach with tiny kisses while stroking her sides and hips with his fingers. Sara gradually relaxed under his touch and as the tension left her body and her legs straightened, he drew her knickers down over her knees and cast them aside. 

Returning his lips to her belly, Sam began to kiss lower and lower until his tongue played with the short tight curls of her re-grown but still short pubic hair. He slipped the tip of his tongue down the fold of skin where her thighs met her pubis. He could hear Sara's breathing, heavy and deep and her legs opened a little further. Sam moved his tongue to the other side of her mound and delved deep between her thighs with its tip. Sara moaned softly above him, and in response he slid his tongue in a straight line down the centre of her dark triangle, seeking her core. 

He felt Sara's fingers in his hair, and reached further with his tongue, parting her outer lips and seeking the nub of her clitoris. 

Suddenly her hands tightened, holding his head still. He heard Sara whisper.

"No, Sam. I'm not ready for that yet."

Testing her resolution, Sam quickly drew his tongue across the underside of her clitoris. She gasped sharply, but held his head firmly.

"Please Sam. Not this time. Please!"

Slightly disappointed, but knowing that she must be the one to dictate the pace, Sam pulled himself upright and smiled, stroking Sara's cheek with his fingers once again. His erection, now large, heavy and bold, slapped noisily against his flat stomach. Thoughtfully, apprehensively, Sara's fingers passed along its length.

"Take it slowly, Sam. Be gentle." She pleaded, tentatively opening her legs.

His excitement restored, Sam moved his body between her thighs and pressed forwards as Sara lay back flat on the bed. He leaned over her, taking his weight on one arm while carefully positioning his erection at the entrance to her vagina. She opened her legs wide as Sam slipped his head between her outer lips, sliding it up and down to seek the moist inner passage. 

Sara's outer lips were swollen with her desire and he found her inner entrance easily. Sam pressed further forward, then, taking his weight on both arms, with a slow movement of his hips he pushed himself into her body just one inch.

Sara gasped and bit her lip. He body tensed.

"Are you OK, Midge?" She nodded in response, forcing herself to relax.

Carefully, Sam slid a further inch in. Sara tensed again, but less markedly. 

"You're sure it's ok?" He whispered. Sara looked into his eyes, her face soft and vulnerable. There were tears forming in the corner of her own eyes. She nodded.

Sam slid wordlessly into her one more inch, then another and another, pausing at every step for Sara's guidance until finally his entire length was buried within her soft body. He waited to allow them both to adjust. He could feel Sara's vagina, once so tight, now unexpectedly loose around his shaft. 

Warm and moist, it still felt wonderful, he thought, fighting his body's desire to thrust into her.

Sara felt Sam within her body once again. There was certainly a little pain - the birth of their twins had unquestionably damaged her - but it was only slight and very much worth it to be united with her brother once again. She tried to tighten herself around his shaft as she had done so often in the past, and found to her delight that he responded immediately with a surprised grunt. The pain melted away to be replaced by increasing passion and desire.

"Are you okay Midge?" He asked anxiously.

"Mmmm. Yes." Came the somewhat dreamy-voiced reply.

Sam gently began to slide himself out of Sara's body, then slowly and smoothly he penetrated her again, all the time watching her face for signs of discomfort. He saw a little, but also saw the remaining tension leave her body and as the speed and depth of his thrusts increased slightly, he began to hear the unmistakeably familiar short soft pants of his sister's rising excitement.

Sara's fingers stroked his chest as he drove himself into and out of her vagina with increasing but still carefully controlled force. Sam knew too well how in the past in the height of passion he had lost all control of his body, hammering himself into Sara almost crazed with desire and he fought to retain control now. Sara felt light waves of pleasure flowing through her and, grasping Sam's shoulders, lifted her knees as high and as wide as she could manage.

To his astonishment, Sam felt himself driving even deeper into her body. He felt the base of his shaft strike firmly against her pubis, the bones halting his progress as her coarse pubic hair rasped against his. But she was still loose around him and he yearned for the tight grasp of her body around his shaft once again. 




The Tangled Web Ch. 11



Sam placed a hand on each of his sister's knees and firmly pressed them legs upwards to her chest, bringing her thighs together above her breasts and beneath his stomach and chest. He thrust deeply into her, the heat of his belly now meeting the smooth pale skin of her lower buttocks and upper thigh with each penetration.

Her closed thighs squeezed her vagina which in turn squeezed Sam's invading shaft. 

She was tight again. 

Sara felt the difference and her eyes flew wide open in surprised delight. Her still damaged vagina could feel Sam's powerful erection passing along its sensitive length. Firm and strong, she could feel the heat of his body against her legs and his erection reaching deep within her. He was loving and caring, yet still passionate. The magic was still there!

Sam felt the difference. He felt Sara's vagina grasp him tightly. He felt the softness of her skin against his and it was suddenly too much for him. His breath caught in his throat as animal passion took over and with increasing power from his back and thighs he drove himself into Sara as his climax began to build.

Sara felt pain again but didn't care. A thin wail escaped her lips, quickly building into a loud, staccato moan. Her fingernails sank into Sam's neck as her head was thrown back on the pillow, and thudded repeatedly against the bed head, driven by Sam's increasingly wild thrusts. The crude, wet, slapping sounds of their bodies coming together was joined by the smell of their churning juices. Sara felt ripples of pleasure building and building until they became a wall of fire which grasped her throat and tightened across her chest, silencing her moans as with a final release they moved together towards a powerful mutual climax.

Sam's body was racked with spasms as, gasping for breath, his back and thighs burned and he began to come deep within his sister's body. His cock pulsed within her, its head monstrously swollen and in strong spurts, his seed seemed to flood into the passage so familiar but so long denied him. 

Sara, her whole body trembling as her climax washed over her, felt her vagina spasm, grasping and seemingly pumping Sam's erection as the flood of her climax passed over her like waves. She saw his powerful shoulders and chest above her, his face screwed up in ecstasy as her body forced his final release upon him. God, she loved him!

Finally she felt the longed-for warmth of his chest and belly as, his passion now spent, Sam slowly lowered himself onto her. They rested, faces flushed red, chests heaving, their bodies still united. 

Sam looked into Sara's eyes and smiled, small beads of sweat on his forehead. Sara's face, framed by her now bedraggled hair, grinned lovingly back.

"Are you ...okay?" He asked. Sara just nodded and lifted her lips to his. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling them tightly together.

"I was worried that, after the twins, things wouldn't be the same." she said.

"And are they?"

"No. They're better." 

*****

They lay close together listening to the twins breathing until it was time for Sam to go to work. He showered and dressed as Sara took their untouched mugs of tea into the kitchen to wash up.

Sam's face appeared in the doorway.

"You know, one day I won't have to leave you." He stated as a matter of fact. "One day we'll live together properly – as man and wife."

Sara hugged him.

"I can't wait, Sam. I can't wait." 



The Tangled Web Ch. 12



August 2002 - Ladies Only

The Tangled Web is a story spanning several years and is based on the complicated lives of a brother and sister and those they live with. Set in the English Midlands, the tale is told through a series of interlocking short stories. Although designed to be read in sequence, I have tried to make each chapter stand as a complete and satisfying story in itself.

*****

Sam's beautiful wife Lynn lay in the bath, letting its warmth soak away the ache from her muscles. It had been a busy morning. Instructing three exercise classes in a row had taken their toll of her body and she needed to unwind. The bath was deep and bubbly and she was enjoying it.

Lynn's friend Sandy had been in all three groups. Lynn was amazed at her stamina. When they had been lovers - before Lynn's marriage to Sam - Sandy had been slim and dark haired, with a nice but unremarkable figure. Australia had changed that completely. Now with short, streaked blond hair, Sandy was toned, tanned and well muscled. And as today's classes proved, very fit. Any one class would have been tiring. Sandy had revelled in all three.

Since Sandy had returned, Lynn had been much happier. With an old and close friend to meet and chat to (her husband Sam didn't know just how close they had been), she could share her stresses and worries with someone who really understood and really cared. She had tried several times to talk to her sister, Sara, but Sara was just too close to Sam and Lynn didn't want Sam to know how she was feeling.

Although she loved Sam deeply, Lynn had started to believe that she could never make him happy. The horror of her pregnancy and mis-carriage had shown her clearly that she never wanted children, and there was the continuing problem of her lack of interest in sex which was getting worse rather than better. 

She half suspected Sam of having an affair but couldn't think who it could be with. The only woman he seemed to see with any frequency was his sister Sara. Perhaps if she could talk to Sara again she might learn more ……

A sudden rapping at the front door awakened Lynn from her reverie. At first she considered ignoring it and hoping whoever it was would go away. But she wasn't really that kind of person and the caller was persistent. Eventually, reluctantly, she lifted herself out of the water. 

Pulling her robe quickly around her, Lynn half skipped across the landing to peer through the small front bedroom window and sneak a look at the visitor outside the door.

Lynn's face was a picture of surprise and pleasure as she saw Sandy standing, sports bag in hand, outside the door. Waving cheerfully, Lynn quickly ducked away from the window and skipped downstairs to the hall. Her right hand on the latch; she hurriedly gathered her robe around her with her left hand and, with a shiver of anticipation, opened the door.

"Sandy! What a nice surprise" Lynn was obviously pleased to see her friend. "Come in. I'm afraid I've just got out of the bath."

"Hi Lynn!" Sandy's voice was bright and friendly. "Still recovering from this morning?"

"Oh, I'm used to it. You were really putting the effort in today."

"I can take anything you can throw at me." Sandy retorted, trying unsuccessfully to keep a twinkle out of her eye.

Lynn led the way into the kitchen where she made a 'do sit down' gesture towards Sandy. She put her hand on the kettle. "Tea?" she asked.

"It's nearly lunchtime" Sandy replied "and I had this with me.....if you fancy a glass or two."

"Great idea! What's the occasion?" Asked Lynn.

Sandy beamed, barely able to control her voice. 

"I've just been offered a big promotion. It's what I've always wanted. A board position at last." 

A bottle of cold white wine emerged from the bag and was placed on the table. Condensation immediately began to form on its sides.

"The letter was waiting on the doormat when I got home." She continued.

"That's great Sandy!" smiled Lynn, opening a drawer to find the corkscrew and taking two large balloon glasses out of a cupboard. "A couple of glasses won't do any harm. I've been very good recently."

"I thought you might appreciate a bit of company today, and anyway, I had to drop this off - you left it in the gym." Sandy reached into her bag and brought out a slim mobile phone, which she placed on the table in front of Lynn.

"Goodness! Thank you so much!" Lynn exclaimed. "I didn't realize I'd left it. I don't think I could live without it these days. You are a real treasure Sandy."

Sandy smiled, pleased with the little intimacy. Taking the corkscrew, she deftly opened the cold bottle and poured two large glasses of the clear pale yellow liquid. She raised her glass to Lynn.

"Cheers!" She smiled.

*****

Across town, David sat in his usual café waiting for Sophie to arrive. He was perplexed. 

Sophie, his seventeen year old former pupil, was a beautiful, young and innocent girl and he was trying to make sense of his feelings for her. Sophie's feelings for him, he knew well. Ever since the first Valentine card she had sent him at the tender age of fourteen, she still claimed to be in love with him and loved being with him despite their age difference. 

David's feelings for her were more complex and difficult for him to understand. He knew he found her attractive – who wouldn't be attracted by her long slim legs, small pointed breasts and soft, innocent complexion? But he knew she was essentially still a child and, as a child, still vulnerable. 

If this relationship had followed the pattern of all his previous ones, David would have forced himself upon her sexually as soon as it was legal. Possibly before!

But he had hardly touched her – in fact so far they had merely kissed on the cheek and only once lightly on the lips in the three years in which they had become closer and closer ‘friends'. 

They had gone to the cinema often; they met for lunch at least once a week; they talked on the phone; they sent each other text messages as if they were both teenagers. David wondered how this girl had managed to bypass his usual defences and get so far inside his mind. Not even Sara, the mother of his children, managed to unnerve him in his way.

Sara! David nursed a grievance there! In the final month of her pregnancy and the three months since the twins were born, she had denied him the sex he badly needed and felt entitled to. Surely her body was sufficiently recovered by now to receive him – but no! Not even a quick blow-job, he thought bitterly.

If it wasn't for his visits to Paula, he thought he would go mad with frustration. And even Paula was becoming impatient with him – threatening to charge him as she did her other clients, despite their years of friendship. 

A least he could rely on Sophie to be pleased to see him. And he was certainly looking forward to seeing her again.

Bright chimes rang as the café door opened. David looked up expectantly but it was not Sophie. He looked at his watch. She wasn't late; he was early. He sat back and tried to read his newspaper but his mind kept drifting back to Sophie. And as he thought about Sophie, David felt a stirring inside himself and wondered whether he was beginning to experience love rather than lust for the first time. 

It worried him – frightened him even - but his worry disappeared when Sophie entered the café, her arms full of shopping bags. She beamed at him and he felt that uncomfortable feeling inside again. 

He rose to kiss her cheek as she sat down opposite him.

*****



Back in the kitchen, Lynn smiled back at Sandy and raised her glass. 

"To your new job!" She said brightly. "Congratulations!" They each took a long sip of the wine. Lynn licked her lips. "It's lovely. You know chardonnay is my favourite." Sandy was obviously pleased to have delighted her friend.

"Now, tell me about this promotion."

Sandy explained that she had been offered the Marketing Director's position with her employer, starting next year when the main board director retired. She was very pleased, obviously – the company was notorious for not promoting woman to top jobs – but was unhappy because it would involve moving back to Australia. 

"I have so many good friends here, as well as there." Sandy was saying. "And I've just re-discovered our friendship too. I don't want to lose all I have here – but I do want this job. It's a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity." 

She paused.

"I hoped I could talk it over a bit with you."

Lynn grasped Sandy's hand.

"Of course!" She said. 

But Sandy hadn't finished. She went on. 

"And…." she hesitated."....I wanted to see you anyway." Her hand trembling a little, she took the open bottle and began to refill her glasses. She spoke falteringly.

"You see, it wasn't an accident, my coming to your class that first night. I knew it would be you in charge and I....…I wanted to see you again." She waited for Lynn's reaction. She saw only puzzlement. 

Emboldened, she went on.

"When we broke up – when you left me - I understood why. Sam was - is – gorgeous, and a lovely man. I could understand why you would be drawn to him. What we had was special - but I always thought it was more important to me than it was to you."

Lynn held her friend's hand lightly across the table.

Sandy picked up the open bottle again. She toyed with it nervously. 

"I went to Australia - mostly because it was such a great opportunity - but also because I needed some space to sort myself out." Her hands were shaking now. 

"I needed to know if you and I were just a bit of fun and if I'd simply grow out of it, or whether I really am......" she paused, summoning up her strength. "….. a lesbian." She breathed in deeply as if se had exerted herself. "There! I've said the word." Sandy laughed rather hollowly. 

"I know the truth now, Lynn."

Lynn felt the old affection for her troubled friend flooding back. She herself had been torn between Sandy and Sam. She understood the torment. Lynn squeezed Sandy's hand warmly. 

"Sandy, you always were special to me - you still are. I fell madly in love both with you and with Sam, and it frightened me. I was confused and immature. I didn't know if I could trust my feelings. When Sam asked me out I was flattered. When he asked me to marry him I thought that this would make my mind up. Make things clear for me. Make me normal."

"And did it?" Sandy asked, hopefully.

"It did at the time, no question. But right now, I don't know, Sandy. I love Sam. He's all I could ask for. But even he doesn't make me feel the way you did." Lynn was surprised to hear herself speaking these words. She had not until now realized the truth. Although she had been the one to break their relationship, she had never really got over Sandy. And now Sandy was here. Twice as attractive as before. Twice as confident, and yet so vulnerable.

Sandy stopped wringing the bottle in her hands and made to refresh their glasses once again. Her hand was shaking visibly. The bottle clinked against Lynn's glass as Sandy's hand shook more. 

"Lynn, I …" she began, but as she spoke, the shaking bottle hit the edge of Lynn's half empty glass and, almost in slow motion, knocked it over. 

White wine ran in a fast-moving stream across the table towards Lynn, who pushed back her chair to escape - just too late. The chilled liquid cascaded over the table edge and poured like an aromatic waterfall through the open front of Lynn' bathrobe, to trickle down the inside of her right thigh, across her knee and down her lower leg. The coldness of the liquid made her gasp and leap to her feet. 

"Oh no! I'm so sorry!" Sandy cursed under her breath, rushing to the sink for a towel. She quickly knelt in front of Lynn, and pressed the towel firmly against her thigh where the cold wine was running in streams. Both hands slipped inside the open bathrobe as she patted Lynn's legs dry.

There was a silence, then both girls giggled. "What an idiot!" said Sandy, laughing and looking up at Lynn. She paused, it seemed for a long time. 

"Are you dry now?" asked Sandy, her voice strangely quiet, still on her knees. 

Lynn looked her straight in the eye. She spoke slowly and quietly.

"Not yet, Sandy. I'm still a bit damp. Stay down there a little while. Please!" 

Sandy exhaled deeply and slid her towel covered hands back and forth around Lynn' thigh. Her skin was dry and the towel fell to the floor, but Sandy's hands kept on dancing smoothly and slowly around the back of Lynn' legs. Sandy didn't dare look up for fear of rejection. She held her breath, still stroking Lynn' thighs, waiting for the protest.

It never came. Instead, Sandy felt the tender touch of Lynn's fingers parting her hair. She closed her eyes and slowly, gently, slid her hands upwards to caress the smooth buttocks so close to her face, yet tantalisingly invisible from her.

Lynn bent over and placed a single finger under Sandy's chin, tilting her head upwards. "Come up here!" she mouthed silently. Sandy's hands returned to her sides and she stood, trembling visibly.

With the tip of her index finger, Lynn slowly traced the outline of Sandy's lips, then parted them. Sandy opened her mouth to hold Lynn' fingertip momentarily between her sharp, white teeth then, closing her lips around the knuckle, looked directly in her eyes.

Lynn felt instinctively that they were on the edge of a precipice; another step and there would be no turning back. She knew the decision to take the first step was hers to make. She wanted to make it. She made it.

Her eyes never leaving Sandy's, Lynn reached downwards and clasped Sandy's fingers in hers, drawing their bodies gently together. Lynn felt her heart pounding in her chest as their lips became closer and closer and then - touched - hesitantly at first, then more deeply as their mouths slowly melted together. Their eyes closed and as their lips heightened in sensitivity, their bodies pressed closer. Soon their active tongues sought and eventually found each other, intertwining as their bodies moulded to each other.

An age seemed to pass before, in need of air, their mouths parted and, smiling silently, Sandy took Lynn by the hand and led her across the hall to the stairs, and up to the bedroom. At the doorway Lynn paused, as if making a life-changing decision, then nodded and allowed herself to be led inside.

The bedroom, with its white-covered, king-size bed and mirrored wardrobe doors looked crisp, clean and virginal. Lynn halted at the foot of the bed, her face towards the mirrors. Her eyes were warm, open and inviting as, in the mirror, she watched Sandy close the door firmly before approaching her from behind. 

Lynn felt Sandy's hot breath on the back of her neck, and as her soft, warm lips began to brush against her nape, she saw and felt strong, confident arms encircling her body and the thrill of experienced hands working their way inside the readily yielding armour of her bathrobe. 

Sharp, long fingernails brushed against her skin, as lightly as if a spider's web had been drawn across her body. Sandy's fingertips slid delicately over Lynn's flat, well-toned stomach and upwards, to brush against her large breasts and hardening nipples. Lynn watched herself in he wardrobe mirror, and felt Sandy's reflected hands cup her breasts. Her knees trembled slightly. Warm, strong fingers surrounded both nipples, before gently rolling them, their tips already firm and proud. 

Sandy's expert hands traced the outline of each nipple, then each breast, then began a slow, lingering descent. Crossing her firm, flat stomach, Lynn felt Sandy's hands pressing her body backwards into hers. Feeling the heat of Sandy's body, she leaned her head back a little, then twisted to allow their lips to meet again. They kissed softly and tenderly. Sandy's hands descended as their mouths sought each other, deftly pulling the robe aside and stroking the smooth line of Lynn's hips. 

Lynn slowly gyrated her hips beneath their touch, then watched as they slid slowly but inexorably towards her moistening vulva.

She closed her eyes as Sandy slid her middle fingers down the creases between Lynn's thighs and her neatly-trimmed pubic hair. The fingers slid lightly up and down Lynn' sensitive skin, and she involuntarily opened her legs the merest fraction to allow them freer access. Lynn could feel Sandy's firm breasts against her back and the heat of Sandy's body along her spine.

Opening her eyes, Lynn watched the mirror as Sandy's fingers slid rapidly across her soft, moist pubic hair towards her anxious, waiting pearl. At the first touch of Sandy's index finger on her slit, Lynn gasped in astonishment. As the finger lovingly wormed its way between her outer, then inner lips, Lynn's breath caught in her throat, and as the finger rose to lightly stroke the underside of her rapidly-firming clitoris, Lynn felt her knees tremble and buckle beneath her and she collapsed against her friend's lithe body.

Sandy nimbly turned Lynn around and lowered her to the bed. Their eyes met, expressions of passion and desire mixed with apprehension and fear. Her eyes not leaving Sandy's, Lynn leaned back on the white bedspread, propped up on her elbows, her legs towards Sandy, slightly apart. 

Sandy smiled again, and, without breaking eye contact, lowered her head to kiss her friend - no, now her lover once again - on the soft flesh below her navel. The kiss was light, like a butterfly's wings, and was repeated many times as Sandy laid a silver trail on Lynn's skin, downwards from her unpierced navel towards her aching tender lips. Pausing to twist the tight curls of pubic hair around her active tongue, Sandy inhaled deeply the scent of clean hair, body lotion and increasing arousal. She shivered, and, placing a hand under each of Lynn' knees, raised them, opening her unresisting legs wider. 

An unrecognisable moan escaped Lynn's mouth as Sandy blew on Lynn's engorged lips – a short blast of warm air. Lynn's body shook and her hips writhed. Sandy blew again softly and Lynn felt a warmth building within her opening vulva. Sensing her friend's heightened arousal, Sandy began, in long, slow strokes, to lick the white skin surrounding Lynn' vulva, before making a single, determined stroke the length of her slit. 

Lynn gasped again and her body shook. She felt vulnerable, exposed, yet anxious to go further. She felt Sandy's confident fingers on her fleshy outer lips, opening her. She flung her head back until her long blonde hair fell across the pillow and Sandy's tongue begin its expert work. In small, rapid movements it followed the whole length of Lynn's outer lips. Round and round it moved, while her delicate inner lips swelled with excitement. The magical tongue moved inwards towards her core, making her gasp, rolling her head from side to side and tilting her pelvis towards Sandy's loving face.

Sandy watched, felt and smelt her friend obviously reaching new heights of pleasure. Caring nothing for her own gratification, she wanted nothing more than to give herself to Lynn by showing her an ecstasy she had never seen before. Sandy gently slipped first one, then a second finger into Lynn's slit and was rewarded with a long sigh as Lynn's thighs opened wider to welcome her. Plunging her fingers deep within Lynn's moist opening, Sandy turned her hand from left to right, stretching Lynn, opening her fingers and running their tips around the walls of her vagina. As she touched the front – the wall nearest to Lynn's pubic hair, Sandy heard Lynn gasp in surprise and delight and her body bucked. Sandy smiled – she had found Lynn's G-spot – and with the firm determination to give her lover the best orgasm of her life, she rubbed her opening fingertip across Lynn's most sensitive part.

Lynn's eyes glazed over as she yielded totally to Sandy. She felt suddenly free. Free from the fear of disappointing Sam, free from the fear of pregnancy, free from the ‘dirty' feeling that sex – even with her husband – always brought. She felt herself opening to draw Sandy inwards. She felt an incredible yearning, and instinctively tipped her pelvis onto Sandy's hand. 




The Tangled Web Ch. 12



Sandy recognized the change in her old friend. She saw the years of worry and of extreme reserve dissolving as for the first time in her life, Lynn began to let herself go. Sandy worked her hand expertly within Lynn's vagina swiftly, moving quickly in and out, twisting her fingers around as Lynn climbed higher and higher up the walls of her delight. Sandy licked the middle finger of her left hand sensually, and, as Lynn's vulva rocked over her hand, deftly inserted it into Lynn's anus. Lynn paused, panting loudly, whimpering like a hurt puppy as Sandy delved deeply within her rectum. With the finger in Lynn's anus, Sandy could feel her own knuckles through Lynn's perineum and she rubbed the thin membrane lovingly.

Lynn's chest froze. She felt as if her lungs had stopped working. She couldn't believe the waves of pleasure that engulfed her, as she gave up all remnants of self restraint and gave her whole self over to Sandy. She felt totally exposed; totally vulnerable; totally at Sandy's mercy, and at the same time more alive than ever before. Her body was beyond her control and she heard herself squealing with desire as the waves of pleasure acquired a sharper focus and, as Sandy's head bent forwards and her tongue darted out towards Lynn's clitoris, Lynn was overpowered by a climax she could never have experienced, let alone understood at any time in her life before.

With a passion she had never known, Lynn screamed aloud as the orgasm ripped through her convulsing body. Between her thighs, Sandy's face bore a look of triumph, her face streaked with Lynn's vaginal juices as she saw how she had achieved her goal and taken her old lover to new heights of ecstasy. Lynn's body shook. She half raised herself from the bed as the convulsion gripped her stomach, then fell back as the powerful wave passed to her chest, robbing her of breath and on to her face. She screamed again as her skin flushed pink, then purple and sweat broke out on her forehead.

Lynn's body was riven by powerful convulsions as Sandy's expert fingers once more deftly manipulated her G-spot, stretched her anus, excited her perineum while all the time Sandy's her tongue lapped eagerly under the hood of Lynn's clitoris. 

Beyond speech, Lynn's knees bent and her thighs opened as wide as only a fitness instructor's can as she tried to abandon herself even more fully to Sandy's expertise. Her back arched violently, driving her hips forward and pressing her clitoris even more firmly against Sandy's tongue. Its roughness arousing her to yet greater heights and her whole body shook as spasm after spasm gripped her. 

Sandy felt love flowing through her. Caring nothing for her own gratification, she kept on pleasuring Lynn, rejoicing in the extraordinary power of her orgasms, amazed at the wetness literally pouring from her lover's body as she came and came again. 

At length Lynn, as dim feelings of fear from the intensity of her passion and the loss of control of her own body broke into her consciousness, felt the wetness spurting from her and, convinced she was about to lose control of her bladder, finally managed to speak amidst her moans.

"God! Sandy! Enough! I can't take any more. Stop. Please. Stop."

Sandy slowed the darting of her tongue and the frenetic sliding of her fingers across Lynn's g-spot. She slowed, then gradually stopped, finally pulling her dripping fingers out of Lynn's vagina, toying with her engorged inner lips, then kissing them lightly. She gently withdrew her finger from Lynn's anus, watching it snap closed at her departure. 

Lynn lay on her back, her large breasts rising and falling as her chest heaved. Her body trembled as if small aftershocks from the great earthquake were rippling up and down her body.

Sandy lay on her side next to Lynn and watched as slowly her eyes lost their glassy sheen and consciousness returned. She smiled. 

Lynn, still panting, laughed a small, embarrassed laugh. 

"I'm sorry." She was still fighting for breath. "I couldn't help…." but Sandy laid a finger on her lips, then followed it with a light, oh so gentle kiss.

"I've never .....never......oh God, Sandy." She panted, then burst into tears.

Sandy stroked Lynn's flat stomach with her fingernails.

"Take your time. Take as long as you need. Everything's all right, darling. Everything's all right."

They rested in silence, Sandy stroking Lynn's soft tight skin. Eventually she spoke.

"I've got to say this Lynn……I love you, Lynn. I've always loved you, I know that now. Please don't hate me for …. For all this."

She paused again, then seeming to summon up courage, went on.

"But I can't have only part of you, not any more."

Lynn didn't reply, tears ran slowly down her flushed cheeks. He body still trembled from her extraordinary climax.

"I'll wait as long as you need." Said Sandy. "But I want you to know I want you all to myself. Forever."

*****

They held hands, side by side on the bed and remained together until, exhausted and satisfied, Sandy fell asleep, the afternoon sunshine streaming through the bedroom window.

Lynn lay awake, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. What had she just done? Why had she allowed it to happen? Why did she feel no guilt at all? Why was she feeling so happy?

She looked at her friend's feminine but powerful body as she slept. Inside, she felt a stirring and a longing she hadn't felt since …. sInce …… since before she first met Sam. Lynn's fingers fluttered over the soft flat skin of her belly. Perhaps losing the baby was meant to be.

She poured herself another glass of wine and sat on the edge of the bed. She knew that this was just the beginning……



The Tangled Web Ch. 13



The Tangled Web is a story spanning several years and is based on the complicated lives of Sara and Sam, lovers who are brother and sister, and those they live with. Set in the English Midlands, the tale is told through a series of interlocking short stories. Although designed to be read in sequence, I have tried to make each chapter stand as a complete and satisfying story in itself.

* * * * *

Sara's boyfriend David slammed his empty beer glass down on the pub counter in frustration. He turned and looked around the bar for the twentieth time. Nothing! He had waited for nearly an hour for Paula to arrive as they had arranged that very morning, but now it looked like she had stood him up. Again! Frustrated, he had already downed two pints of bitter while he waited and, ordering a third, he went to the corner to play the fruit machines, quickly losing over ten pounds in the process. He was not a happy man.

David had been really looking forward to spending another evening with Paula. He had worked hard with Sara on his alibi - a staff meeting after school that would certainly go on late - and after all that effort he felt he deserved more than just being ignored. Again!

He had mostly been looking forward to an evening of uncomplicated, undemanding and wildly uninhibited sex and Paula was usually glad to provide this. Since the twins had been born, Sara had become even more frigid than before she had got pregnant, he thought bitterly. The rush of hormones during her pregnancy that for a few blissful weeks had made her almost insatiable had sadly not survived the birth. What was worse, knowing Sara could be so wildly sexual it had made him even more horny if that were possible and shown him what his life with her could be like if only....... But instead Sara had denied him her body for months afterwards and even then their lovemaking had been sporadic and passionless on her part.

David calculated mentally. It had been three, no nearly four weeks since their last unsatisfactory attempt at lovemaking and a man with his natural endowment couldn't be expected to wait forever. Thank God for Paula and her needs - needs David was more than happy to satisfy whenever she demanded - and she demanded often – but even she was more interested in her earnings as an escort these days.

But Paula wasn't coming this time. Or at least, he thought with a wry smile, if she was coming it was with someone else. He slammed his palm in frustrated anger against the fruit machine's gaudy glass front and stormed a little unsteadily out of the pub. The cool air hit him, sobering him a little. He would go home now, early. He would say the meeting had been cancelled. Or there had been a fire alarm. Or something. Sara would be there, babysitting the twins. They would have sex this time. And it would be good - for him anyway. David wouldn't take no for an answer this time. No Sir! 

So, determined, he drove quickly out of the car park and sped towards their flat, his erection already firming in his pants.

* * * * *

Sara sat quietly on the sofa in the flat she and David lived in, her slim legs tucked neatly underneath her, her long brown hair pulled back into a short pony tail. In the corner of the room the television droned quietly so as not to wake the twins, Simon and Samantha, who were asleep in the nearby bedroom. 

Sara's pretty face frowned as she watched the news programme. The world was a dangerous place to bring up children, she thought, listening to the amplified sound of her own twins breathing heavily in their sleep through the baby-listener. She could never remember feeling so happy, she reflected. Having the twins by her brother Sam had been the second best decision of her life, she truly believed, second only to her decision to make her affair with him a permanent part of her existence. 

Her only real regret was that they could never make their relationship public. She dreamed often of a time when they could live together openly, unafraid of the consequences, but doubted that that time would ever come.

The twins had been hard work that night and with David out yet again, she had been forced to deal with two crying babies on her own. She was tired. Leaning back on her cushions she was just beginning to doze a little when the telephone on a side table next to her chair suddenly began to ring. Sara jumped, roused from her dozing, then leaned over to answer it.

"Hello?" She said sleepily.

"Midge? It's me."

"Sam!" She brightened immediately, sounding pleased. "I hoped you'd call. I was just thinking about you." She said suggestively.

Sam missed the nuance entirely. His voice was anxious. "Can I come round to see you, Midge? Now?"

"What's wrong, Sam? Has something happened?"

Sam laughed hollowly. "You could say that. I'll tell you when I get there. Can I come? Please Midge!"

"Of course. David will be late tonight anyway. I'd love to see you. But tell me what's happened?"

There was a long pause, then Sam's voice sounded cold and hard.

"Lynn's left me."

"What?"

"She's going to Australia with Sandy."

"What?"

"I can't repeat it Midge."

"Of course not, Sam. Come over right now."

* * * * *

Half an hour later, Sam was sitting next to Sara on the sofa, a half full wine glass in his hand. He sipped it thoughtlessly, passing it from one hand to the other and back. Blessedly, the twins were still in bed, fast asleep in the room next door.  

Sara was leaning forward alongside him, her feet once again tucked underneath her, her glasses on her nose, silently reading the short hand-written letter he had thrust into her hands.

My Dear Sam (it ran)

There is no easy way to say this so I will save both of us pain and be direct.

Sam, I'm leaving you. I'm going to live in Australia with Sandy. We are in love.

I have never made a secret of my affairs before I met you and I have tried hard to be the wife you wanted, but I now know I can never be that wife. 

I have tried hard not to fall in love with Sandy again, but my feelings for her are too strong to ignore.

I have known for a long time that I will never be able to bear you the children you so badly want. I've always known I cannot really be the lover you need. Please believe me when I say I love you, and it's because I love you that I'm giving you this chance to find the right person for you.

I do still love you, Sam. You are the only man I could ever love, but I can never love you in the way you deserve. Sometimes I feel I can't even give you as much as your own sister, who I know has never liked me.

I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me, Sam. I never wanted to hurt you but the longer things went on, the greater the hurt would be in the end.

I have packed some of my things and am living in Sandy's flat. You know the number. If you tell me when, I will come back to collect the rest of my stuff.

I never wanted to write a letter like this, Sam. Least of all to you. I sincerely hope you can now be happier with somebody new.

With Love

Lynn.

Sara looked up and removed her glasses.

"Left on the kitchen table?" Sam nodded gloomily. "How unimaginative!"

Sam laughed mirthlessly. "I can't believe it, Midge. I always thought I would be he one to get fed up with her. It never crossed my mind she would leave me.......and with Sandy, too!"

"I suppose when true love hits you, you can't help but follow." Sara said quietly. "I know that's how I felt, Sam." She looked at him meaningfully and he grasped her fingers, squeezing them tightly. Sara felt torn. Part of her hated to see Sam so upset, another part, she had to admit, was pleased to see Lynn out of the way, leaving Sam free to.....

"I know Midge." Sam was saying." I know I still have you and the twins and you are all so important to me. But I can't live with you, can I? I can't ever really acknowledge them as mine. We would both end up in prison and they would be taken into care."

"So we won't ever tell, Sam. Just relax." Sara put her arm around his shoulders and hugged him.

"Do you want to try and get her back?" Sara asked hesitantly.

"I don't know. I just don't know, Midge. I always thought I loved her, but now I feel more numb than upset." He paused. "It's not a nice thing to say, but .... I'm not sure I want to go back to the way things were. If she could do something like this to me ..." He left the words hanging in the air. "I just keep thinking how I'll be a laughing stock." Another pause. "When I think of the reasons she could have had to leave me. It's ironic, isn't it, that she chose this one?"

Sara said nothing, but took his hand in hers and squeezed it tightly.

"I'll get over it, I know. But it won't be easy, will it?"

"I'll help any way I can. Any way at all, Sam." Sara reassured him. "If you want, you could even move in here while everything is sorted out. No-one - not even David - could object to that, could they? A sister looking after her brother at a traumatic time?" 

"I don't think that's a good idea. But thank you Midge. Really, I mean it. Thank you."

Sliding closer, Sara kissed his cheek lightly and hugged him close to her, his strong chest pressed against her breast.

Sam breathed deeply, his nostrils full of Sara's clean, sweet smell. He nuzzled her ear as she ran her fingers through his hair. He kissed her slowly on the lips, his eyes closed and his head filled with the smell of her perfume. There was a pause, then their lips met again, this time in a long, slow, smooth kiss. Sam's arms slipped around his sister's shoulders and they embraced, deeply and passionately.

The tension in his shoulders lessened as Sara stroked his hair and neck to draw him closer to her and comfort him. She felt his powerful chest heave as he breathed deeply and more easily. Their embrace grew more passionate. 

"Thank God I've got you, Midge." Sam breathed in her ear.

"You've always got me, Sam. In every way!" She replied and her hand dropped to his thighs in open invitation. 

Suddenly Sam's hands were on her breasts, kneading them firmly as his firm, fit body rose up and onto hers. Sara pulled his head into her neck and felt his teeth bite into its nape as his right hand descended to her thighs, forcing them apart and sliding upwards towards her vulva. 

Her heart had long ago gone out to him and as usual, her body quickly and obediently followed. Sara leaned back in her seat, lifting her hips as Sam's determined hands pulled her dress high above her waist, exposing her still rounded hips. With a single sharp movement he ripped the cotton knickers from her body, the tearing waistband leaving red lines on her skin as it parted. He cast the torn fabric to the floor. 

Sara fondled his soft brown hair and without hesitation, opened her legs wider as Sam deftly slipped her dress over her head, revealing her larger but still unsupported naked breasts. Sara's head fell back against the cushions as Sam slid his fingers deep and purposefully between her thighs towards her moist slit. Grunting with a passion Sara had seldom seen in him, Sam roughly inserted his middle finger into her vagina.

"Wait Sam. Please." She protested, "We'll have to be quiet. We mustn't wake the twins!"

Barely hearing her protests, Sam rushed to the door and, closing it firmly, dropped his trousers and pants as he returned to his place between Sara's welcoming thighs. His erection stood bold and upright, framed by the front of his shirt, as if his hurt and anger had made him physically bigger. He knelt before Sara and firmly pulled her from the sofa and onto her hands and knees on the rug in front of the fire. Sam felt overcome with desire. 

Sara knew only too well how much he adored making love like this, and how it brought out the animal in him. She knew too that he had never felt this way about Lynn; that only she, Sara, could turn him on so wildly. Sara braced herself for the onslaught she hoped with all her heart would follow. Her eyes closed, she heard and felt Sam moving around to her rear. She felt the heat of his body against her thighs as he knelt behind her and roughly pushed her legs apart with his knees.

Sara cried aloud as, without warning, with a single powerful lunge, he drove himself hard and deep into her body from behind. The sharp slapping sound of his thighs striking hers was followed by a hoarse shout and Sam began to pound his sister's vagina mercilessly. Time and again the smooth swollen head of his long, slim erection rammed into her cervix and their bodies reddened with the force of his impacts. Sara's fingers grasped handfuls of the rug's long pile and she braced herself with her slender arms against the violence of Sam's passion. 

Grasping her waist with both hands, Sam drove himself deeper and harder into his sister's body and, over the relentless regular slapping of his thighs against her buttocks, heard with delight the familiar sounds of increasing arousal escaping her lips. 

He would make love to Sara – no, he would fuck her - as never before. He would show Lynn what she meant to him.

* * * * *

David silently opened the door of their flat and weaved slightly drunkenly across the hall. He expected silence – Sara would be defiantly asleep - but to his astonishment, he heard sounds coming from behind the closed lounge door. 

He listened. 

Surely those sounds were familiar - the sounds of serious lovemaking emanating from their lounge. 

Perhaps it was his lucky day after all, he thought with a lecherous grin as he remembered the only other time he had heard those sounds, how he had burst into the room ready to confront a rival lover, only to find a pregnant and insatiable Sara engrossed in a pornographic DVD and impaled on her new rabbit vibrator. God! How he had loved the sex that had followed. Sara had never been so passionate - before or since - not even after she had been shaved. 

David prepared himself mentally for another evening of wild sex, and began to remove his clothes as he silently approached the lounge door. His massive erection in his hand, he slowly opened the door and stepped inside the room.

He stared in blank disbelief at the scene before him, as if struck by a heavy blow.

Sara, totally naked, was on all fours on the carpet, her head thrown back, her legs splayed apart. Behind her, naked from the waist down was her brother Sam, his hands on Sara's hips, his cock embedded in her vagina. Both their faces, eyes tightly closed, were screwed up in expressions of ecstasy as Sam's cock thrust noisily in and out of Sara's body and her cries of pleasure filled the air, preventing them from hearing the sounds of David's entry into the flat. 

Oblivious to his presence, absorbed in their lovemaking, they were fast approaching a wild, noisy mutual orgasm. David watched, speechless, as Sam drove himself hard into his sister's body and Sara pressed herself back onto him to heighten her own pleasure, her arms straight out before her, bracing herself against Sam's violent thrusts. 

Sam cried aloud as he began to come, then held his breath as his whole body tensed and shook uncontrollably before eventually releasing him in a flood of semen. His shoulders heaving, Sam's eyes slowly opened and he looked David full in the face. 

He froze, horrified.

Sara, feeling Sam's stillness, opened her eyes too and saw David in the doorway. 

"Sara I.....No....Sam....I'm sorry....." David was incoherent in his shock.

Before either of them could speak, David had pulled up his trousers, turned and staggered downstairs to the car park gathering his remaining clothes as he ran. Jumping into the driver's seat, he gunned the engine of his little sports car and with an angry squeal of spinning tyres, sped away down the wet road.

Back in the lounge, Sam slowly and silently withdrew his flaccid cock from Sara's vagina. He stood up quietly and offered her his hand. She stood in front of him, unable to look him in the face.

"Well" said Sam eventually. "What do we do now?"

* * * * *

David drove like a madman through the darkening streets. He felt shock, he felt betrayal, he felt anger - most of all anger. In his mind, little incidents from the past five years began to replay themselves and he saw so many things in a new light. How long had Sara been sleeping with her brother Sam? He could not be sure, but every word spoken by them, every action, every look he now recalled with suspicion.

He braked sharply to a halt at the side of the road. What if the twins weren't his? The bottom fell out of his stomach. His own infidelities were legion, he knew, but his sense of being wronged was acute. He wanted to cry, he wanted to laugh, he wanted to hurt Sara, to hurt Sam, to hurt anyone! He wanted to tell someone, but who? His friends all knew about his continued affairs with Paula and others and would laugh at him. Mr. Huge Cock cuckolded by his own brother! His family would never understand.

Through the misting windscreen of his car, he noticed a corner shop still open. He threw open the door and marched across to its welcoming light. In his wallet he had just enough cash for a half bottle of whisky. He slipped it into his pocket and returned to his car. Where to go? He drove back further out of town towards the canal and parked near the old lock gate. He tore open the seal on the bottle and drank a long draught of the harsh liquor. It burned his throat but he felt warmed inside. He drank again, his face flushing red with as the alcohol flooded into his bloodstream.

Suddenly he knew what to do. Sophie! She would understand and listen to him. She wouldn't laugh at his misfortune. Didn't she live near here? Despite his anger, David knew when to walk and not drive. He got out of the car and, pulling his jacket around his shoulders, walked purposefully down the towpath towards the new housing development where Sophie lived.

* * * * *

It was very dark as David hammered with his fist on the shiny, painted door of Sophie's house.

It was opened gingerly, restrained by a chain, and David saw Sophie's puzzled face peeping through the gap. Her face lit up as she recognised David standing on the threshold. 

"Hi David." she said, smiling. "This is a surprise."

David looked a little sheepish. "Hi Sophie. Sorry it's so late. Can I come in?"

"Of course. Wait a minute."

The door was closed momentarily and David heard a rattling sound as she released the chain. The door opened again, this time fully and Sophie welcomed him.

"Are you OK?" she asked as he stepped past her and into the hall. "You look terrible."

"I've had a nasty shock. I can't talk about it yet. I'm sorry Sophie. I don't mean to be rude."

"Well come in. Would you like a .... a coffee?"

Not waiting for his answer, Sophie led the way into the lounge and David followed a little unsteadily. He watched her closely. Dressed in a long T shirt used as a night dress and devoid of all make up, she looked ludicrously young and incredibly innocent. She also looked irresistible. David felt a fire burning in his loins.

"I'd rather have a scotch. Do you have any?"

"I think Dad has some. Wait, I'll look." She replied and crossed to the cocktail cabinet in the far corner of the room. He followed her with his eyes and crossed the room to take the glass from her as she turned. He took a long pull at the fiery liquid.

"Water? Or would you rather...." 

Her words were cut short as his lips met hers. Sophie jumped back, surprised at his unusual forwardness, alarmed by the taste of whisky on his breath. But David's arms were around her waist, pulling her into him forcefully. Sophie felt a little frightened. She had wanted David's love for so long, but hadn't expected it to come so suddenly or to feel like this. His mouth was pressing on hers, his tongue forcing a way between her lips, seeking her own. Their teeth clashed awkwardly.




The Tangled Web Ch. 13



David felt anger. He felt betrayed. By Sara. By Sam. He wanted to hurt them. But most of all he wanted Sophie, and wanted her badly. Despite her stiffness, David kissed her passionately, the smell of her freshly washed hair enhancing the air of innocence she emanated, and which was driving him crazy. He held her in a firm embrace.

Sophie tried to understand what, after so many years of waiting, was finally happening. She tried to relax in his arms and her mouth yielded to his invading tongue. The tension in her body lessened and David's strong arms pulled her tightly into him. She began to like the warmth of his embrace and they kissed more passionately, Sophie now beginning to respond. The whisky on his breath was not as noticeable now and as they kissed for longer, she gradually became aware of a growing hardness pressing into her stomach. 

Suddenly, with a mixture of shock and fear, she realised what it was. Sophie had felt this hardness pressed into her before as she danced with boys in discos and the feral wildness of it had always frightened her. It frightened her now. David began to press yet more firmly and to rub his hardness against her stomach. Sophie was becoming uneasy, treading a path as yet unknown to her, the childish naivety of her infatuation with him now clear to her. She was with a real, passionate, sexual man!

For his part, David had regressed a full ten years. No longer the experienced 27 year old lover, Sophie's innocence had transported him back to his schooldays again. All subtlety forgotten, his hand rose to her small, pointed and undeveloped breasts. He squeezed her right breast firmly through her night dress. It felt good to him.

Sophie felt her body respond in a quite unfamiliar way. What should have been a painful crushing of her tiny breast in fact sent a thrill through her frame. David squeezed her breast again, before dropping his arm and sliding his hand under the hem of her T shirt. He lifted it high up her body as his hand slid confidently underneath to caress her bare nipples. Sophie felt alarmed and tried instinctively to push his hand away and cover herself, but without success. David was too strong and to her surprise, she found the pleasure of his touch beginning to override her natural modesty.

But David moved on faster still - too fast for the innocent girl in his arms. His hand descended across the smooth skin of her stomach until his fingers slid inside the waistband of her white cotton panties. They lightly brushed against the tight spare curls of her pubic hair. Terrified, Sophie froze in his arms, feeling his enormous erection pressing against her; holding her breath as slowly his fingers slipped lower and lower to rest on her precious outer lips. 

She shuddered, paralysed by fear of what might happen and by the unfamiliar longing she unquestionably felt despite herself. His kisses resumed, increased in passion. His eyes were closed. Sensing her arousal, David slipped his middle finger deep between Sophie's thighs, down between the outer lips of her vulva and began to stroke her slit. Her legs, already weakened, began to buckle under his touch and, eyes wide open and staring, she fell against him. 

Taken slightly aback despite his passion, David caught her weight and guided her unsteady body through the open door and into the bedroom - her bedroom - where he lowered her onto the bed. Sophie sat on its edge, anxiously looking around her; watching him in silence as if frozen. 

David kneeled in front of her. Reaching out, he boldly lifted her night dress up, over her head and off, leaving her wearing only her panties on the soft white sheet. He pushed her stiff, lightly resisting body back onto the bed where she lay speechless and immobile, her mind crying out for him to stop; her body screaming for him to go on. Her mouth remained silent.

Driven by desire, David just kept going. His strong hands deftly removed her panties, sliding them down her thighs which Sophie tightly but ineffectively pressed together, and casting them aside. Boldly he returned his hand to her vulva and once again insinuated his middle finger between her labia finding, to his delight, an encouraging new wetness. Emboldened, he slid his finger deeper into her wetness - up to the second knuckle and stroked the upper side of her virgin passage. 

Sophie lay still, her head swimming. She felt vulnerable, naked; frightened by the things David was doing to her, and by the strength of her body's reactions to them. In her dreams, her beautiful David would whisk her away romantically, marry her and they would live happily ever after. Sex had barely featured in her fantasy of true love. The reality was so different. A strong, hot, passionate man had touched her secret places with his rough hands and was even now invading her body. And her body, far from resisting, was complicit in the betrayal. 

She shook, small spasms racking her body as unfamiliar sensations spread out from her vulva and pulsed through her. David's finger reached deeper inside her. She felt dirty, but unbelievably excited. She wanted him to stop but, in her fear, could not speak the words.

The feeling of Sophie's rapidly lubricating vagina around his fingers inflamed David still further. He took her right nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. It stretched between his teeth, elongating inside his mouth where his tongue played over and around its tip. With his other hand he kneaded her left breast, revelling in its small size, firmness, immaturity and innocence. He could not look Sophie in the face, overpowered as he was by lust for her body. 

Had he done so he would have seen tears rolling down her cheeks and a vacant, staring expression in her eyes. He stood up in front of her and reached for his belt.

Sophie felt the pressure of David's body on hers lessen for a few seconds as he moved away from her. She silently prayed that he was leaving her alone – or at least that her mind could catch up with her body - but then her ears confirmed her worst fears. David was undressing. She heard the metallic rattle of his belt buckle and zipper, and the flop of his trousers on the floor as he threw them aside. Moments later, she felt and smelt his unwashed, hairy body press against hers again. 

Sophie felt David's knee pressing between hers as he climbed on the bed. She tried weakly to hold her legs together but he was simply too strong. His knee and then his thigh gradually forced her legs apart, first straight and stiff, then as his pressure increased, her knees bent involuntarily and her thighs opened wider. David positioned himself between her legs.

David, totally misreading her reactions and driven by his lust beyond all sensitivity, knew only that the time had come. His cock, bigger and harder then he could ever remember it, throbbed almost painfully. He rose up above Sophie and for the first time saw the look of fear on her face. 

Sophie gazed thunderstruck at David's monstrous erection. Although she had seen pictures of erect penises, had once accidentally seen her father when erect and on a couple of occasions actually touched a fumbling boyfriend's hard cock, nothing had prepared her for the terrifying sight of the huge, blood-gorged pole of muscle that she now realised David meant to force into her virgin vagina. Her whole body felt weak, her stomach churned and she felt sick. Paralysed with fear, she couldn't move; couldn't speak; could only watch as David prepared to tear away her virginity. 

David was beyond stopping now. Taking his monstrous cock in his right hand and supporting his body with his left, he placed its engorged head against Sophie's slit. He slid it up and down, parting her inner lips, seeking her entrance and, finally finding it, forced its huge head into the mouth of her vagina.

Sophie gulped back tears as she felt her body being invaded. A massive alien creature burst into her body, stretching her painfully; sending frightening but incredible new feelings throughout her being. Her hands, at last capable of movement, grasped the sheet beneath her tightly, her fingers anchored deeply in its folds. Still she couldn't speak.

David felt Sophie's fresh young body tightly stretched around his shaft. Christ! It felt good! He pressed himself a little further into her. She was still quite dry despite his fingering and the friction burned him. He looked down his flat stomach to see his cock, its end buried within Sophie, its long, thick shaft poised to drive into her. He saw her tummy, still showing signs of puppy fat, trembling beneath him. 

Suddenly, a picture of Sara and Sam and what they had been doing to each other flashed across his mind. Anger welled up within him and with a loud grunt he drove himself hard into Sophie's virgin vagina, barely noticing the weak resistance of her hymen as it tore beneath the penetrating force of his thrust. The friction burned him again and he paused, drew back, and with a cry drove into her again almost his full length.

Beneath him, Sophie felt sick. The massive creature had reached far inside her, choking her breath in her throat and tightening her chest. Her stomach churned. A sharp pain shot through her as David plunged deeper into her body and she gasped in shock at the size of his cock within her. Surely something this big must be tearing her apart. She felt the creature withdraw and the pain reduced for a blissful second, but then it hammered back into her again – much deeper this time – and she felt faint. Her throat was tight, her insides burned and she finally understood she was being fucked for the first time. David pulled back, then drove into her until she felt his thighs slap against her buttocks. The screaming pain returned – still acute, but blessedly less intense this second time. 

Sophie smelled David's sweat and his whisky breath as his face above hers became contorted and ugly with his anger and lust. He began to withdraw and enter her repeatedly. It hurt badly at first and she cried out in fear, but David did not pause in his thrusting and she gradually became aware that with each thrust the pain was slowly reducing. After a short while, to her astonishment, she felt strange alien waves of pleasure ripple up and down her spine. 

Sophie's legs opened wider of their own accord and she felt David penetrate her deeper still, making her gag again before the waves of pleasure overtook her once more. He was panting now, his cock swelling within her, his breath on her face stale, his muscular arms imprisoning her below his hairy chest. David's powerful hips and thighs slammed against her as he filled her over and over again. 

Sophie felt a new and alarming sensation building inside her. She heard herself whimpering in time with David's thrusts and began to shudder uncontrollably as a burning sensation, quite unlike the painful friction from before, emanated from between her legs, sending wave after wave of warm wetness through her childish frame.

David felt Sophie coming to life beneath him and it took him over the edge. With a strangled cry he slammed into her faster and faster. Sophie felt no pain, and the bright glow she had felt emanating from her vulva grew more and more intense as his speed increased. Her whimpering became a loud sustained moan as she lost the last remnants of self control. Wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her body. She wanted to scream, to cry, to grasp him, to hit him. She wanted her body to swallow him, she wanted to expel him.

David's body convulsed as he began to cum. His cock seemed to swell yet further and with a spasm that racked him from his chest to his toes, he began to pump Sophie full of his semen. Throbbing, pulsing, gripped tightly by the spasms that racked Sophie's newly aroused body, David's erection screamed pleasure at him, spreading like hot treacle from the base of his shaft, down his thighs and across his back. 

Out of control, he pounded into Sophie's hips, the small of her back burning with friction as it was driven again and again into the rumpled sheet. Helpless beneath him, Sophie felt a bright light bursting inside her head, her body shaking as she felt the new and shocking sensation of his seed flooding her insides while his final violent thrusts hammered her shaking, orgasmic body.

Eventually, noisily, the pumping slowed and finally stopped. A long silence hung in the air as they stared at each other, open-mouthed, panting for breath, realising what had happened - what they had done.

In the silence, Sophie felt a strange empty hollowness growing inside her as she felt David's huge erection begin to soften and shrink. Sweat dripped from his forehead and he collapsed in slow motion to lie on top of her. David breathed heavily, then rolled off her, tearing his flaccid cock from her moist, sore passage. He lay panting on his back next to her inert body. 

He fell asleep.

* * * * *

The next morning David looked across the crisp, white sheets at Sophie's sweet, serenely sleeping face and wondered whether he had just made the biggest mistake of his life. 

Moving slowly and carefully so as not to wake her, he quietly slid himself off the bed and padded naked to the window where he turned and, perching on the sill, looked back towards the bed. Her knees were drawn up to her waist, her breathing was deep and slow. His throat tightened.

She looked absurdly young. Devoid of make-up, she could have passed for 13 more easily than her actual 18 years. David's eyes wandered from her clear, open face, framed by her long hair, strands of which covered her eyes as she slept. He saw her clean, soft skin; small, immature, pointed breasts crowned with large, dark nipples, a smooth, rounded tummy still showing signs of puppy fat, and soft, cool buttocks leading to slim, pale thighs. 

Sophie's breathing quickened and David expected her to wake, but instead she simply rolled half over and settled again in her slumber. Fear, joy and self loathing all mixed together in his mind as he saw on the sheet beneath her the damp, delicately pink stain caused by the potent mixture of her juices, his semen and a few drops of her virgin blood. Despite himself, he felt a stirring in his loins again. He sat in the room's uncomfortable chair and tried to think what to do.

Sophie stirred at the movement in the room. She opened her eyes cautiously and slowly let the memories of the previous night bring her to consciousness. She felt battered and bruised as if she had been punched in the stomach and there was a strange new soreness between her thighs. Her fingers silently descended to her vulva. It hurt to touch, but not badly. Her thighs were wet and sticky and, when she brought her fingers to her face, they smelled sickly and were pink with her blood. She breathed deeply. 

It was true. She was a virgin no longer. The man she had worshipped for so many years had brought her to womanhood. Suddenly, the memories of the incredible feelings that had overwhelmed her flooded back. 

She slowly became aware that she was being watched. Rolling slowly over, she saw David, naked, perched on the chair in the corner of her room. Thank God! He was still there! He hadn't run away! She grinned at him and he smiled awkwardly back, as if expecting an outburst. Sophie reached out her hand to him and he returned to the bed.

Waves of relief washed over him as David realised that Sophie actually wanted him and was not going to cry 'rape'. He sat next to her on the bed and kissed her gently. 

"David?"

"Sweetheart?" he replied, stroking her cheek.

"Do...do you love me?"

It was the worst question in the world. The question every man dreaded. David prepared to lie to her as he had to so many girls before, but found it surprisingly easy to answer

"Of course I do." To his astonished horror, he realised it was the truth.

Sophie smiled in relief. 

"I love you too." 

She hugged him tightly for a long time. Then, released him and turned half away, as if summoning up courage to say or do something. Her face flushed with embarrassment.

"David?"

"Yes Sophie?"

"Do you .... Do you .... Do you think we could..."

"Could we what, darling?" He asked, puzzled.

"Could we ...could we ..... do it .... Again?"

* * * * *

He laughed aloud and pulled her tightly into his arms. They made love once more on her single bed, in her room, in her house, slowly and thoroughly this time. 

No longer a virgin, Sophie was more relaxed and, although inexperienced, learned quickly. David was caring and gentle. When Sophie this time opened her legs wide to receive him it was willingly and joyfully. When David entered her it was slowly and lovingly and when they once again reached what for Sophie was a mind-shattering climax, they were both close to tears.

Much later, after breakfast, David prepared to go home to shave, change and although he didn't tell Sophie this, to have a showdown with 'that slut' Sara. Sophie was reluctant to let him go but he insisted and they arranged to meet that night at six. 

He paused as Sophie kissed him goodbye at the door.

"I love you!" he heard himself saying and, for the first time in his life, realised that he meant it.

* * * * *

As soon as David opened the flat door with his key, he knew Sara and the twins weren't there. He went inside and searched with care through all the rooms, finding the suitcases missing and the bathroom half empty. He cursed under his breath. 

Where was the little slut? Fucked by her own brother and looking happier doing it than she had ever done with him! He slammed the door shut as he left and his car roared down the street, causing curtains on both sides of the road to be pulled back in curiosity.

* * * * *

With a squeal of brakes he pulled up outside Sam's house. She must have run to him there! Leaving the car door open, he ran to the front door and hammered on it with his fists. After a long pause, the door was eventually opened as far as the security chain allowed by a strongly built, attractive young woman with short, died hair and wearing a man's pyjama top.

"Yes?" The woman asked in an unfriendly, slightly aggressive voice.

David was nonplussed. "I'm David." He said, confused. "I'm looking for Sara. Or Sam."

"They're not here." Said the woman abruptly. She turned apparently in response to a voice from within. "It's someone called David, Lynn. He's says he's looking for Sara." There was a pause. 

"That's what I told him, darling. Go back to bed; I'll be up in a second."

She turned again to David.

"They're not here and we don't know here they are. Goodbye!" 

Before he could respond to the unwarranted rudeness, the door was firmly closed in his face.

Cursing, David stormed back to the car. One last idea occurred to him. Their parents' house! They must be hiding there! A malicious grin passed across his lips as he imagined the look on their faces when he told them what their precious children had been doing.

He turned suddenly and ran across the road towards his car.

* * * * *

The truck hit David when it had just reached 40 miles per hour. 

He didn't hear it. He didn't see it. 

The driver had no time to brake, so sudden was David's movement, and his head took the full impact of the shiny chromium grille. 

Blood splashed across the brightly painted front as the careering vehicle mounted the pavement and ploughed into a row of parked cars. 

The pain was terrible, but mercifully short-lived. 

The ambulance arrived within minutes but to no avail. 

David was dead before his body hit the hard tarmac of the road.

* * * * *

Three hours later, Sophie was standing in front of the bedroom mirror looking at herself. She couldn't see any real difference. But she knew she was different. 




The Tangled Web Ch. 13



She wasn't a girl any longer – she was a woman. The blood on the sheets that even now were spinning in the washing machine was testimony to that, as was the soreness between her thighs. 

She felt whole and satisfied. It had been incredible – better than anything she'd ever imagined. She had a real lover. But where was he? He had said he'd be gone only a short while!

She walked to the dresser and turned on the local radio station. The news bulletin had just started. The words she heard turned her to stone.



The Tangled Web Ch. 14



November 2003 – The Awakening

The Tangled Web is a story spanning several years and is based on the complicated lives of Sara and Sam, lovers who are brother and sister, and those they live with. Set in the English Midlands, the tale is told through a series of interlocking short stories. Although designed to be read in sequence, I have tried to make each chapter stand as a complete and satisfying story in itself.

*****

Oh! The power of a single word!

In Chapter 13 David, having discovered his girlfriend Sara 'in flagrante delicto' with her brother Sam and, drunk and angry, after taking Sophie's virginity in her own bed, was hit by a truck as he tried to find the fugitive incestuous couple.

I had no idea of the controversy that would be caused by the line:

'David was dead before his body the hit the hard tarmac of the road'

After careful thought, I have relented and am continuing the story as if the now infamous line had read:

'David was unconscious before his body the hit the hard tarmac of the road'

My apologies to the purists who I know will accuse me of 'selling out'. For them I will next publish a retrospective Chapter 9A – Home Alone – in which Sara finds pregnancy and abstinence don't go together well. Watch this space!

*****

It is now three months since the extraordinary events of Chapter 13 took place. David lies in a private room in a hospital bed. His broken bones have healed well. His bruises have faced. His cuts have healed. There will be scars, but he is not badly disfigured apart from a long mark on his right cheek which gives him a rugged, wayward appearance.

Physically he looks much his old self – apart from the bland expression on his permanently closed eyes. David is in a coma, his mind refusing to return to him. Repeated scans have not shown any brain damage; the doctors expect a full recovery – sometime. Meanwhile he lies naked under the white counterpane, motionless apart from the times when his peaceful slumber seems to be torn apart by nightmares. Once daily, now infrequent, the nightmares contort his handsome features, draw real tears from his eyes and can even make him cry out loud. But he does not wake up.

Sara and the twins visit him almost every day. For up to two hours at a time they talk incessantly to him, trying to break through to his unconscious self. Sara, of course, is terrified of what he might reveal when he wakes, but cannot in all conscience do less than her best from him. She would visit more often and for longer, but has had to return to work at the Bank to make ends meet, and the young 18 month old twins cannot be expected to behave themselves for long.

Sam has temporarily moved in with his sister to help her both financially and practically with the twins' demands. Although officially sleeping on the couch in the lounge, in fact he and Sara share a bed like the long-time lovers that they are. Neither will admit in the circumstances that this was what they had dreamed about for so long. Their lovemaking has changed too. 
Sometimes it is perfunctory like a long-married couple. More often it is wild, frenzied and ecstatic, as if each penetration might be their last.

Which it might well be for, although unable to discuss it openly, each is constantly aware of the imminent danger of exposure if David wakes and tells what he saw.

Unknown to the lovers, Sophie also visited David every day, after Sara had gone home. Although she tried hard to be unobtrusive, her tall, slim, blonde figure could not be missed by the nurses on duty who had dubbed her 'The Ghost' because of her meekness and silence. 

It is 11.00 at night. The ward is dark but a light can be seen in the ward Sister's office.

*****

Newly qualified Nurse Jenny straightened her crisp, new nurse's uniform before knocking on the door of Sister's office at the end of the ward. She waited, heard the authoritative instruction to 'enter', and opened the door. The revered Sister sat at her tidy, efficient desk, a familiar file open on its spotless white surface.

"I've been looking over this file, nurse." She said sternly, her dark blue dress making her look older and more intimidating than usual, if that were possible.

"Physically, he seems to have made a complete recovery. Is that right?"

Jenny relaxed a little. Perhaps Sister hadn't heard about the rumours.

"Yes, Sister. All the fractures have healed and there will be few scars. His muscle tone hasn't suffered too badly from inactivity thanks to the electro therapy. It's just that he's still in a coma. And even that doesn't appear too deep."

"I can read, nurse." Sister scolded, but without scorn. "His name, I see, is David."

"Yes, Sister."

"So tell me, nurse. Why do you call him Eric?"

Jenny nearly chocked on her tongue in shocked surprise. How on earth had Sister heard about that? Had she bugged the cafeteria? The ladies' room?

"I …. I don't know, Sister."

Sister Mary looked down her long nose. Her expression was not encouraging.

"I think you do, Nurse." She smiled a reassuring smile. "Jenny! Tell me."

"Well……."

"Go on!"

"Well, Sister …… it's because of his …. You know what!"

Sister snapped at her brusquely.

"You know what? You're a nurse for God's sake. Call it by its name!"

Jenny was shocked once again. Her voice shook as she spoke.

"His … His penis, Sister."

"What about his penis?"

"It's …. Well it's huge!"

"Huge?"

"Yes Sister. It's the biggest any of us have seen. And …."

"And what?"

"And he gets these extraordinary erections!"

"Does he now?"

"Yes, Sister. Every time the Ghost visits, he's erect for hours. And it's just so big! She's in there now!"

"So. Your puerile humour has christened him Eric-Shun?"

"Yes, Sister."

Sister Mary stood up suddenly and, drawing herself to her full, diminutive height, glared at the pretty young nurse before her.

"Nurse, I expect you to behave in a professional manner at all times. This is not a schoolgirls' outing. I don't expect you to giggle smuttily about our patients with your compatriots."

Jenny stood almost to attention.

"No, Sister." She whispered.

"Do not let me hear of these prurient, childish actions again."

"No, Sister."

"Now off you go."

"Yes Sister." 

Jenny almost curtsied, then ran from the room.

*****

Sophie sat silently on the wide windowsill, watching David as he lay on the bed. She had sat there in silence almost every evening since the accident. She stared at his handsome, but still figure lying on the bed, and fought back the tears. 

What on earth should she do?

At first she had been devastated by the thought that he might die – leaving her alone after finally uniting them in body. Then she had cried with relief when word reached her that his injuries were not fatal. Her relief was challenged severely by the risk that he might be brain damaged, but as his body obviously healed and the doctors gradually reached the conclusion that his coma would eventually end of its own accord, she relaxed inwardly and determined to wait patiently for him.

The first missed period she had put down to grief and nerves. The second missed period could not be dismissed so lightly and now a third! There could be little doubt about it! Sophie hadn't mentioned anything to her closest friends or her parents – she could barely face up to the implications herself.

Pregnant!

She had gone from virgin to prospective mother in one night. One incredible, sexually awakening night, she had to admit. But all the same, she wasn't ready to be a mother just yet.

At least, she thought, her beloved David was still alive. But what use was that if she couldn't talk to him; tell him about it all; hold him; make love with him again. Oh God! How Sophie wanted to make love with him again. Her mind and body craved so badly the incredible sensations she had felt as David had deflowered her. And the mind-numbing ecstasy of her second climax on that amazing morning after – her first sex as a real woman - was still vivid in her memory. 

Her desire driven inexorably onwards by the first signs of her changing hormones, Sophie wanted David again so badly it brought tears to her eyes.

She stroked her belly. It was still flat – well as flat as it ever was with the thin layer of puppy fat still stubbornly refusing to be dieted away. She wondered how she would look – how she would feel if her suspicions were right and her belly began to swell. The thought of an abortion never entered her mind.

She really needed to talk to David now! He would, she knew, stand by her. He would leave Sara and marry her! He would have left Sara already if it hadn't been for the accident…

*****

The previous week, sitting on the tall chair beside his bed, Sophie had talked softly to David in a low, sweet voice. His face had showed no sign of recognition or understanding, but she had persisted. She had spoken of their long history together, of her love for him, of his supposed love for her. Finally, she had spoke even more softly of their night together in her bed; of the wonderful feelings she had experienced; of her transition from child to woman; of what she feared was growing inside her at that moment.

Through it all, David had just lain there still, immobile, unresponsive. 

No! Not entirely unresponsive! Sophie had gradually become aware of a slight movement under the rumpled sheet. She had dismissed it at first as just being her imagination, but as she spoke to him further it had become undeniable. Sophie had looked downwards. The sheet immediately above David's groin was distended. Not upwards, like a tent, but towards his chin as if something large was growing there. Sophie had been afraid. What was happening? Her mind had initially leapt to wild imaginings of the damage the accident could have done to his stomach and intestines. Was he rupturing? Was he dying before her? Full of fear and trepidation, Sophie had slowly lifted the sheet, terrified of what she might find below.

Suddenly she had burst out laughing with deep felt relief! David was not about to die in her arms. Far from it! She had pulled the sheet down further to look at his body. It was scarred certainly from the many operations he had unknowingly undergone, but what had gripped her attention entirely was the undeniable fact that David had an erection. A real, living, and utterly huge erection! It had not been there when she had arrived, Sophie was sure of that. She had made it happen – not Sara, Sophie! David was going to be all right, she now knew for certain. He was going to come back to her!

Sophie had sunk back into the chair as if a huge weight had been lifted from her. She smiled for the first time since the accident and allowed her hand to pass over her secretly-pregnant belly as a warm, satisfied feeling washed over her. 

No, not a satisfied feeling! Far from it! She had a yearning which the sight of David's erection for the third time in her life had just made far, far worse.

For the following five days, Sophie had visited David by night, watching for the erection that now always arrived as she talked to him. By day, her yearning for his body had grown and grown until it occupied her every waking thought. After two days, she had been unable to resist touching the huge, slumbering beast, wondering at its warmth and the animal power within it. Her dreams had been full memories of her David's taking of her virginity and the next night she had deftly slipped her hand under his sheet to gently stroke the mighty organ as it lay on David's belly. It felt good.

The next night, feeling bolder and driven by her increasing desire, she had stroked it more firmly, then had taken it into her fist to hold tightly. Closing her eyes, Sophie had felt its heat and strength in her fingers. She squeezed it and felt it pulse in her palm. She slid her hand up towards its head, his smooth ridge touching her index finger, then back to its base until David's wiry pubic hair brushed against her wrist. She slid her hand up again, then down again, each time relishing the feel of his hot flesh against her.

Sophie's hormones swirled around her, driven by the growing new life in her womb. She pumped David's huge erection slowly. It couldn't be true, could it? Surely nothing that size had ever managed to fit inside her own slender body? Unconsciously her other hand dropped between her thighs and her finger stroked her young tender vulva through her panties. 

And yet they had done it – twice – and it had been with David and it had felt so, so, so good! 

Sophie remembered the night he had come to her, so upset. How he had smelled of whisky and anger and had taken her roughly, breaking through her weak resistance and into her virgin body. She remembered the fear, the pain and finally the incredible pleasure he had brought her – pleasure made even more acute the next morning when, far from waking alone as she had half expected, David had greeted her, kissed her and made love to her for a second long, slow, passionate time. 

Unknown to Sophie, her passionate remembrances were having an effect on her body – and particularly her hand. Without realising it, she had begun to pump David faster and harder, her grip tighter, not noticing how the head of his cock was swelling until, to her astonishment, she felt David's mighty erection throb and pulse violently in her hand. She relaxed her grip suddenly, thinking she had hurt him.

Sophie's hand and arm were flooded with semen as David's otherwise inert body climaxed. His breathing had barely changed, but his cock pulsed wildly, the sticky white fluid rapidly spreading over Sophie's fingers and arm. She felt repulsed, then horrified. How could she explain this? 

Aware of strengthening feelings between her own thighs, Sophie glanced down at her hand. Her fingers were damp and there was a dark, wet patch on her panties. She felt her chest tighten and her breathing slow. She looked again at David's exposed, naked, still body and the huge, now softening erection.

Sophie covered David's body with the sheet and quickly washed her hands in the sink before hurrying from the room. She hoped nobody had seen her leave.

*****

All the next day, Sophie couldn't keep her mind on her work. The picture of David kept springing back into her consciousness, always accompanied by clear, undeniable feelings from her own body. She didn't dare go to the hospital that night, expecting to be challenged by the nurses or accused by David's family – who still didn't know she even existed.

Sophie barely slept that night, and what sleep she did get was troubled by dreams – dreams of David taking her; of his body; of her body; of the baby inside her. She needed to talk to him. She needed to be with him. Her hands stroked her tummy. Could she feel it swelling already? Her fingers slipped lower to between her thighs. She touched herself lightly, then more firmly. She slipped a finger between her outer lips, then her inner lips. She slid a fingertip into the soft warm wet passage that David had filled so wonderfully with his incredible cock.

Suddenly, she knew what she had to do. It was as if she had always known. She would wait until the following night – if she could.

*****

It was dark outside. Sophie waited in the hospital foyer, watching the lifts carefully. She looked at her watch, then back at the lift door. Finally, after what seemed half a lifetime, she saw an attractive young couple with a double buggy leave the lift and make for the sliding doors. Sara, Sam and the twins were going home at last. David would be alone.

Sophie crossed to the staircase and began to climb the stairs. No lifts – the lift doors opened onto the ward reception and anyone could see her arrive. No! Sophie wanted to arrive secretly and the stairwell was tucked away at the end of the corridor. She hurried up the stairs to the third floor and silently pushed open the fire door. She listened, then peered round the edge. There was nobody there! The coast was clear! Sophie slipped noiselessly into the corridor and, keeping to one side, slipped along the wall to the door of David's private room. She looked once again, up and down the corridor, then silently slipped inside.

The room was quite dark, with just a single night light glowing on the bedside cabinet. She stepped softly across to the bed and paused, listening. David was breathing steadily. He was relaxed. A look of determination crossed Sophie's face and she hurried across the room where silently turned the key in the door. The bolt shot home with a satisfying subdued clunk. She turned the lever and watched as the single glass window pane turned opaque. 

She was now truly alone with David. She returned to his bedside and stroked his soft, scarred face.

She kissed him once on his cold unresponsive lips, then slowly, sensuously pulled down the clean, white sheet leaving him naked and helpless on the bed before him.

A sly smile of anticipation spread across her face as she raised her short skirt and slipped her fingers inside her damp panties. She lowered them to her knees, then to the floor, noticing the dark wet patch and enjoying the feel of cool air on her moist vulva. It was alright. It would be good.

Sophie paused for a minute, partly to steel herself for what she felt driven to do, partly to admire the athletic body of the man she desired so badly. She saw his well developed chest, his slim waist, and his muscular legs which even three months in bed had not damaged. She saw his scars, almost healed and his peaceful face, but most of all she saw the enormous erection lying across his belly.

With great care, Sophie climbed gently onto the bed and lifted her left leg over David's still body. She watched his face carefully for signs of distress, but there were none. She moved her whole body over his until she was crouching on all fours above him, her face above his, her vulva above his erect cock.

Taking her weight on her left arm, Sophie reached down between her thighs with her right hand until her fingers touched the head of David's hard cock. A shiver went up her spine as she felt it's smooth, warm head in her hand. She slid her fingers further down and felt the hardness of its thick shaft. Slowly she lifted the head and slid her body backwards until the tip of his cock touched the puffy outer lips of her engorged vulva. She gasped in anticipation, the fear of discovery adding to the tightness in her chest. 

Slowly, slowly she pressed herself backwards and onto David's erection.

The firm smooth head gently parted first her outer, then inner lips until it passed into her waiting wet passage. Its huge girth stretched her youthful vagina tightly. Sophie gasped with excitement and with the anticipation of more pleasure to come. Closing her eyes, she pressed herself further backwards, feeling the uneven roughness of his shaft slide slowly past her sensitive lips while the head reached deeper and deeper into her body. Sophie's long blonde hair fell forwards, shielding her face and, as her arms trembled and bent with the desire her body emanated, it brushed lightly over David's face.

Bracing herself against the sheets with one hand either side of David's head, she pushed herself backwards again. Gasping, Sophie felt herself all but impaled on David's mighty organ. She knew there was more – much more to come and already her body was shaking with arousal and pleasure, demanding fulfilment. Soft panting sounds passed her lips and with passionate determination she drove herself firmly backward, squealing with surprise as the last few inches of David's cock rammed into her tight pussy. 

Sophie paused, unable to distinguish pleasure from pain, feeling a firm pressure high up in her belly as David's huge erection twisted her cervix cruelly. Tears began to form in her eyes as the memories of him taking her virginity flooded back, along with vivid body-shaking memories of the heights of passion she had reached the morning after when he had truly made her his. She pushed herself upright, on her knees, straddling his body, and after gathering her breath, began to raise and lower herself on his cock.




The Tangled Web Ch. 14



The pleasure wave hit her immediately. Sophie moaned, groaned and panted as she began to ride David – slowly at first, then faster and faster. Her weeping vagina, stretched painfully tight around the monstrous shaft sent wave after wave of increasing pleasure up her spine and down her thighs. With every downward stroke she felt his head driving into her stomach, with every upward stroke, his shaft dragged against her hugely enlarged clitoris. Sophie still did not fully understand these feelings, but her body knew instinctively what to do. 

Quickly, for the third time in her life, she began to come wildly.

In his dream, David was travelling down a long black tunnel. Hurtling along, the black walls were speeding past too quickly to see. The white circle ahead of him was growing larger and larger. He felt a strange warmth in his belly; a pressure on his waist; a tightness in his chest. 

The circle was larger now. He could see through it. An angel was waiting for him – he could see her face. He knew he was dead. The Angel's hair was reaching out towards him – no, down towards him. The pressure in his belly grew stronger. He felt a warm glow spreading up his spine and down his inner thighs. The angel was speaking – but he couldn't understand what she said. She was making soft moaning sounds, moving up and down before him. 

Perhaps he wasn't dead after all! Perhaps the angel had come to wake him; to save him. Suddenly a powerful wave of wet heat pulsed through his body as he exploded into the angel, filling her body with his seed; shaking, pulsing, feeling her draw his life force into herself until there was none left.

David opened his eyes to see Sophie's sweating, climaxing face above his, her hair a curtain of gold around his head. He came inside her eager, demanding body. 

He was alive!

Sophie panted as the last waves of her climax passed over her. Slowly she regained a little composure. She looked at the door, fully expecting her noisy orgasm to have attracted the attention of the nurses, but there was no anxious knocking on the door. She breathed heavily as the tension in her body relaxed. She began to raise herself upwards on her arms; David's softening cock still within her. She pushed her hair backwards, away from her face.

She was looking straight into David's open eyes, which stared blankly back at her.

*****

Sara lay on her side in the large double bed and listened to her brother Sam's heavy breathing behind her and listening for signs of the twins waking in the room next door. She was tired and sore, both between her legs where Sam had fucked her and on her angry red nipples where Sam had sucked her, wildly and passionately, earlier that night, before falling asleep, exhausted. 

The phone call from the hospital had come earlier that evening at 9.30pm. Sara had rushed from the lounge to answer it before the noise woke the twins. A calm, mature female voice had told her slowly and clearly that David had woken. Initially, Sara had been calm herself, her voice under tight control, but when the terrible news had been broken, the phone had fallen from her hand with a crash, bringing Sam running through from the kitchen where he had been making tea. 

"What is it Midge?" He had demanded, his eyes wide with surprise.

Sara could barely bring herself to speak.

"It's happened, Sam! It's David! He's…….he's woken up."

"Oh Midge!" Was all Sam could say. He quickly ran to her side and put his arm around her shoulders, picking up the fallen phone by its cord. He spoke into the mouthpiece.

"Yes? …….No, she's rather shocked…... I'm her brother……. I understand……. No, we'll come tomorrow as you say. Thank you so much for calling……….. Yes, it's great news! We're really pleased…. Yes….. Goodnight – and thank you."

They had stood staring at each other for a full silent minute before falling into each other's arms. Sara raised her head as if to speak, but Sam had placed his index finger on her lips. He quickly replaced it with his own lips and they kissed gently.

But it could never have remained this gentle. 

Driven by fear, a wave of desire overcame them both and, their mouths locked together, their hands wildly grasping at each other's clothes, they had almost fallen through the bedroom door. This time oblivious to the presence of the twins in the next room, they had made love with an abandon neither had felt before, their passion driven by desperation as if this might be the last time they could be together for a long, long time.

As indeed it might have been for incest is a criminal offence in Britain.

Now, their passion spent, Sara looked around the room, unable to sleep. She saw her blouse lying in a rumpled heap by the door, half of its buttons now missing. Her skirt – she had still been wearing it when Sam had first passionately, violently penetrated her – was soiled and discarded by the bed, and the small patch of black silk that had once been her panties, but which was now destined for the rubbish, lay on the dresser at the far side of the room.

Sara knew she had to face up to her worst nightmare. Surely now David would tell all – the world would find out about her long standing affair with her brother; about the twins' real father; about their deceit over the past years. 

Worse still, their parents would learn about it. There would be a trial, she and Sam would go to prison; the twins would be taken into care.

Why hadn't David died? No! Sara stopped herself immediately. No! She could never wish that on anyone. Nothing was as bad as to make her wish that! Perhaps things would be alright. 

Sara didn't know how they could be, but she silently offered up a little prayer.



The Tangled Web Ch. 15



July 2004 – A Teenage Engagement

© JGUK2005

The Tangled Web is a story spanning several years and is based on the complicated lives of Sara and Sam, lovers who are brother and sister, and those they live with. Set in the English Midlands, the tale is told through a series of interlocking short stories. Although designed to be read in sequence, I have tried to make each chapter stand as a complete and satisfying story in itself.

* * * * *

It is now fully eight months since David awoke from his coma. After many weeks of rehabilitation he has recovered enough to be discharged and is now living in the flat he shared with Sara before the accident.

The whole period of the accident is still a mystery to him. He knows who he is, who everyone around him is, but can remember little of the days just before his terrible injuries.

He remembers Sara well and recognises the twins. Everyone says they are his children, but for some reason he cannot quite put his finger on, he feels a strange unfamiliar coldness towards them and to Sara. 

It is almost as if she is a stranger to him. David knows this is wrong but can do nothing about it.

He is living alone. He and Sara tried hard to live together after his discharge from hospital, but they have now separated as a consequence of his extreme coldness towards her and the children. Sara and the twins now live permanently with their 'Uncle Sam' in his nearby house. 

David knows there must be a reason why he feels this way. He knows it's wrong. He hates himself for treating them this way. He knows there just has to be a reason for it. Sometimes the reason is tantalisingly close to his conscious mind but every time he tries to reach out and grasp it, the reason dives deep into his subconscious and hides from him again.

Meanwhile he feels more and more strongly attracted to Sophie, the angel who had awakened him from the depths of his nightmare. She is young, soft, beautiful and obviously madly in love with him. He still has difficulty understanding how she had awakened him, but his gratitude to her runs deep.

Sadly, Sophie lost her baby at 14 weeks. Her doctor thought that the stress surrounding David's accident and recovery might have contributed to the miscarriage, but impressed upon her that these things do happen surprisingly often. She still lives with her parents and is about to start a new college term in September. She has told no-one about David, the baby or her miscarriage.

David can tell Sophie has a secret, but he could also tell that this secret wasn't buried within his own closed mind. No, David knows it is withheld from him by Sophie and that he will have to wait for her to release it to him when – if – she wants to. 

Strangely, David remembers more about his lunches and cinema trips with Sophie than he does about his life with Sara. He knows this is wrong too, but again is helpless to do anything about it. Sophie and David meet almost every day and go out together several times a week. He has no memory of taking Sophie's virginity that infamous evening, but as the months pass, and David falls deeper and deeper in love with her, he knows from the powerful urges within both their bodies when they kiss that the moment cannot be far away.

* * * * *

It had finally happened.

David looked across the rumpled white sheets of the double bed at the slender, blonde haired figure lying peacefully asleep beside him. Sophie's long hair had fanned out over the pillow giving her soft, angelic features a golden halo. Once again, David marvelled at her beauty and innocence – although perhaps she was not quite as innocent as he had thought just an hour ago.

David was puzzled. After months – no years – of real friendship, he had finally made love with Sophie. 

He had expected it to be soft and gentle. It had been much more than that. 

He had expected it to be exciting and wildly arousing. It had been much more than that, too. 

He had expected her to be frightened and perhaps overawed by the loss of her virginity and by the immense size of his erection. This had not happened, and David felt uneasy.

Sophie had on more than one occasion told him that she had never had sex with anyone else. And who could possibly suspect that sweet innocent face of telling a lie? 

He was used to the look of shock, fear and anticipation on a girl's face when her fingers first touched his huge, erect cock. 

He was used to seeing wide-eyed fear and perhaps a little pain when his outsized erection first penetrated her vagina, until her body accommodated to his size and real body shaking pleasure began.

He had, on a few memorable occasions, seen the incredulous look on a young girl's face as his mighty cock stripped away her virginity before replacing it with pleasure on a new, unimagined scale.

But Sophie had shown none of these things. She had not blanched at the sight of his cock; rather she appeared to welcome it as a familiar friend. She had shown no fear as he had reared up over her and when his smooth head had slipped between the sweet lips of her vagina and into her body, her face had borne a look of relief, joy and delight.

She had not been a virgin – there had been no tearing of her hymen as David sank his full length into her, and she had not stiffened to repel him as virgins habitually did. 

No! Sophie's legs had widened and her body had opened like a flower, drawing him in until their bellies had touched, and as he had thrust himself slowly, then faster into her tight passage, her body had moved in rhythm with his, her legs wrapping themselves around his waist until they had reached a shattering climax together.

But, he realised, she had not actually said she was a virgin and he could testify that she had not been one that evening. 

Although he recalled little or nothing of the days surrounding his accident, David's memory of things long past was quite good. 

Now David lay alongside her, a warm glow within him mirroring the glow in his loins, but on his face there was a puzzled frown.

Was the secret buried in the lost days surrounding his accident?

* * * * *

Was Sophie one of his conquests? Why had she not mentioned this?

What was this unfamiliar feeling inside him? 

He couldn't really be in love, at last, could he? David stared into the approaching darkness, unable to sleep.

* * * * *

Meanwhile, it is the sixth anniversary of the day Sara and her brother Sam first made love on that warm, moonlit, bougainvillea scented evening in Spain. Little did they realise the magical moment that Sam's throbbing erection slipped smoothly into his little sister's eager, welcoming vagina that they were at the beginning of such a long event-filled life together. All they knew was that, to their delighted astonishment, each desired the other passionately and would not let convention prevent them becoming united in one flesh.

Since then Sara and Sam's relationship had grown stronger and stronger. Beginning as a powerful sexual attraction which drove them to make love weekly or more, it had grown swiftly into an equally powerful and consuming love. The greatest testament to this love was the deliberate conception and birth of the twins that they loved so much. 

Following Sara's separation from David, the two had now arranged to live in the same house, still apparently in separate bedrooms for appearances' sake (the idea supposedly being to give Sam a housekeeper during his increasingly frequent business trips abroad and to give Sara help and support with the twins' upbringing). 

Unaware of the significance of the day, Sara and Sam's parents had invited the lovers and their two-year-old twins to stay with them for the weekend. They had gladly accepted, and things had so far gone particularly well. The two grandparents doted on their grandchildren and the feeling was happily reciprocated. The four of them had spent the sunny day visiting a nearby country house, playing in the adventure playground, riding on the miniature train and generally behaving as a real family does.

The twins, exhausted after a busy day and hours of fresh air had been fed and put to bed early. After the inevitable arguments they had soon dropped off to sleep, side by side in the guest bedroom, leaving the adults free to have dinner in peace. Sara and her mother had prepared the meal together, banishing the two men to the lounge so they could have a private mother and daughter chat. Sam and his father used the time to discuss Sam's new job as Technical Manger for a large corporation, a job which involved travelling the world to visit and assess factories, products and processes, and which had fortunately made it easier to justify his sister's moving in with him.

In the kitchen, Sara's mother was seeking information.

"So how is Sam, now? He still looks hurt."

"He's okay, Mum. Don't worry. He's very excited by this new job, I know."

Their mother screwed up her kind face into an unaccustomed frown.

"I still get so angry when I think what 'that woman' did to him." Even after all this time, Sam's mother couldn't bring herself to mention Lynn by name. "It's not right, dear. And there's still no sign of a new girlfriend on the horizon?"

'I'd scratch her eyes out if there was!' Sara thought inwardly, but aloud said "Mum, Sam's doing fine. He's happy now and loves the twins as if they were his. We're all happy! You should be too." 

It felt good to say such things aloud, Sara thought, the anniversary still very much in her mind.

Dinner had passed off pleasantly and they had all sat together afterwards in the lounge, watching a favourite film on the television. Sam and his Dad sat in the two armchairs, Sara and her mother sat at either end of the long sofa. Just like when we were kids, Sam thought – in fact they were each going to sleep in their old rooms that night so as not to wake the twins. Their bedrooms had, sentimentally, been left almost exactly as they had been when Sara and Sam still lived at home. 

True, Sara's carpet no longer had a layer of clothes completely covering it, but the curtains, wallpaper – even the posters on the wall were still just as she had left them. 

Sam's room still contained several model aeroplanes and posters of female tennis players but blessedly no longer smelled of rugby socks. Sentimentality could only go so far, after all.

The film, a famous romantic comedy set in London, produced an even deeper feeling of well-being and several times Sara and Sam surreptitiously exchanged knowing glances at the more romantic and sexual moments. 

As the clock approached midnight, the film ended and their parents rose to go to bed. There was a lengthy process involving goodnight kisses in every combination and multiple 'thank you's' for the lovely day they had spent together, but at length the two lovers were left alone a little longer.

When she had heard their parents' bedroom door close firmly for the night, Sara looked across at her brother and, smiling, patted the sofa cushion next to her. Sam quickly moved across and sat close to his sister's warm body. As he slipped his arm gently around her shoulders, she tucked her legs neatly underneath herself and leaned against his strong chest. 

Sam hugged her, squeezing her body close to his and kissed the top of her head, breathing in the smell of her hair, fresh and clean with just a hint of the newly-cut grass they had played on earlier that day. Her body was firm and athletic still, infinitely desirable even after six years. Sam bent to whisper in her ear.

"Happy anniversary, Midge."

She turned her head to look into his handsome, honest face. Her big brown eyes gazed lovingly into his.

"It's been almost perfect." Her hand stroked his thigh. "I love you, big brother."

They sat in silence for a while, the television droning in the background giving them an excuse not to go to their separate rooms just yet. The news programme came on, and as it ended, the newsreader announced the time. Sam looked at his watch.

"You know, Midge. It was almost exactly six years ago this minute that we first made love."

"Really?" She looked at her watch. "Yes! Of course!" 

"Do you have any regrets?"

"None, darling. It was a moment that truly changed my life. Do you have any?"

Sam thought for a minute.

"Only one, really." He half turned towards her, is brow knitted in a frown.

"We've done so much and become so close, Midge. Think about it! We've known each other all our lives; we've grow up together; we've made love together – rather a lot; we have two wonderful children; we've helped each other through the most difficult times in our lives. We've fallen deeply in love. We've now managed to live together successfully."

Sara didn't answer. This was an uncharacteristically long speech by her brother and she didn't want to break his flow. Sam had fully turned towards her now and was looking her straight in the eyes. He looked anxious and earnest. And he saw tears forming in her eyes.

"What is it, Midge? Have I upset you?" He asked anxiously.

"No, Sam. Well, yes .... No......I don't know Sam."

Sam took her hands in his and squeezed. "What is it, Midge?" He spoke softly, soothingly. "Tell me! Please!"

"No. It's impossible."

"What is, Midge? How can I help if you don't tell me? Please darling!"

"It's just that. Well, one thing's missing, isn't it?" She was playing with the third finger of her left hand. Sam suddenly understood.

"I know. If only we could be married, Midge."

"Oh Sam! I know it's impossible but I can't help wanting it. Really I can't. But how could we? Apart from anything else It's illegal, Sam. We could go to jail for what we've done already."

Sam was silent for a while. When he spoke again, his voice was calm and precise, as if he was at work.

"But you really want to?"

"Yes, Sam. Really. You know it's been my dream for years."

"Then we will, Midge. We will do it. I'll find a way of making it possible. There's got to be a way, somehow." Sara looked pleased, but doubtful.

"How, Sam? Don't tease me, please!"

"I don't know, Midge – not yet. But I'm sure there must be a way." He thought again. Give me a year. I'm sure – in fact I promise - within a year, we'll be married." 

Sara was doubtful but could tell he was serious. Suddenly Sam slid off the sofa and knelt in front of her. 

"Meanwhile, let's do this properly." Sam took Sara's right hand in both if his and raised it to his lips. "Sara Jane, you are the most important person in my life. I love you. I adore you. Will you marry me?"

Sara giggled then, realising Sam was truly serious, suppressed it. She stroked him under the chin and raised his eyes to meet hers.

"Samuel James, I would love to marry you, to make love with you, to live with you, to bear your children, to grow old with you." She leaned over and they kissed tenderly on the lips. It was a very long, slow kiss that carried with it six years of love and desire. When at length their lips parted, they sat back together on the sofa and cuddled close.

"Then we're engaged, Midge. Properly engaged." He seemed to think for minute. "If we're doing this properly, we should choose a ring together."

"But how would that look, Sam? If I started wearing a new, large engagement ring, people would notice and ask questions."

"You could wear it on a chain around your neck?"

"No, Sam. If we're engaged I want a ring on my finger." Suddenly an idea sprang to her mind.

"How about Mum's engagement ring? She gave it to me on my twenty-first birthday. It's really beautiful and wouldn't attract attention like a new one."

"Where is it?" Asked Sam.

"In the jewellery box upstairs in my bedroom. I'll get it." And with that, Sara rushed from the room.

Sam sat back and watched her go, his chest tight with emotion. The door closed silently behind her and he heard footsteps on the stairs. He had no idea how he could marry his sister in safety, but had promised her he would find a way. She was more excited than he could ever remember. Sam was worried – he mustn't disappoint her.

After a few minutes, Sara returned. She opened the lounge door and crossed the room excitedly to sit alongside him. Barefoot, dressed in a short denim skirt and white vest top, her hair tied back, it was as if the years had been rolled back. Her face, devoid of makeup, looked as he always remembered it across the breakfast table and, Sam thought, her slim body looked as young and desirable as it was when they had been teenagers in this very house – not at all the body of the mother of two that she was. 

Sam felt himself lucky. Lucky to be her brother, her lover, the father of her children, and now – goodness yes - her fiancé.

Sara sat down next to him and placed the ring in the palm of his hand. It was indeed beautiful. A single diamond surrounded by sapphires set in bright yellow-white gold.

Sam took his sister's left hand and slowly slid the ring onto her third finger. It was a perfect fit.

"Within the year!" He whispered and they kissed again.

They sat side by side, holding hands on the sofa. Sara felt tears of joy trickling down her cheeks. She squeezed Sam's hand.

"Come to my room, Sam." She whispered and rose, taking him by the hand. "We've never made love in my room. I feel I need things to be different after tonight." She looked at the ring on her finger.

Sam nodded and smiled. Sara rose and, crossing the room, turned off the television and the lights. They crept quietly upstairs in the semi-darkness. As they crossed the landing, Sam silently opened the guest room door and peered inside. The twins were still fast asleep, curled up together in the large double bed, their breathing noisy but reassuring. He extinguished the soft light.

Hand in hand, they crossed the landing to Sara's old room. She quietly turned the handle and opened the door, leading Sam inside. Sara lit the candle on the dressing table and closed the door behind them. 

They faced each other in the soft candlelight and their mouths came naturally together. Their arms wrapped around each other in a long, slow embrace, their mouths open wide, their tongues eager, searching. Sam's hands kneaded his sister's buttocks through her short skirt and Sara rubbed herself against his bulging trouser front, feeling his hardness growing within.

When the tightness of their embrace loosened, they parted as far as their entwined fingertips would allow and sat side by side on the low single bed. Sam looked around him. The room was just as he remembered. There were pink and white curtains across the windows, and off white walls with bright colourful posters of pop stars. There was a pine dressing table with a large mirror and lots of make-up. There were books on the shelves, on the windowsill and on the floor. There was the single pine bed with a plain pink duvet and white pillow. There were several soft toys on the bed.

"When I was a teenager, I used to dream of getting into this room." He confessed. "I always did sort of fancy you."

"I thought you hated me then. You were always so grown up and distant." Sara thought for a second. "I always fancied you, Sam." She thought further.

"Did you ever spy on me? Come on, 'fess up." She demanded.

"Well....." Sam looked embarrassed. "Sometimes, yes. Especially when you had friends round for a sleepover." He appeared to think further. "Especially Jenny."

Sara was outraged. "Sam! How could you? How could you spy on Jenny and not on me? Why Jenny anyway?"

Sam laughed. "Three reasons. One – you're my sister and we weren't 'in a relationship' then. Two – Jenny had huge tits. Three – Jenny used to flaunt herself at me."




The Tangled Web Ch. 15



"She was a bit of a tart, wasn't she?" Sara giggled. "Hey, Sam – did you and she ever....?" She left the words hanging in the air, unsure if she wanted to know the answer.

"The truth?" Sam asked. Sara nodded energetically. He replied "Yes we did. Once or twice." 

Sara looked shocked, then sulky. "Was she any good?" She asked in a false casual voice unsuccessfully trying not to show she cared.

Sam stroked her hair in an exaggerated gesture. "I wasn't experienced enough to tell." He wriggled uncomfortably. "She was the only virgin I've ever slept with. I wasn't far off one myself!"

"Sam! When did it happen? Where?"

"You really want to know? It was in my room. Your eighteenth birthday sleepover. Jenny 'went into the wrong room by mistake' on her way back from the bathroom. She'd been giving me the eye all day. I'm not sure that she meant to go all the way with me, but we did. All the way."

"I had no idea. We though she was drunk when she came back all dreamy-eyed."

"Anyway," Sam went on, "If it's confession time, you never did tell me when you lost your cherry. You've been avoiding the question for six years now. Fair's fair Midge. Come on, tell me. I know it wasn't me."

"I don't want to, Sam. It's private."

"Don't be coy, Midge." He pressed her for an answer.

But Sara wouldn't talk about it. At length Sam said "Come on then, ask me another question if it helps. We seem to be playing a truth game."

"Ok." Sara thought for a minute before asking. "When did you first think you wanted to make love with me? When did you first see me as more than just your sister?"

Sam answered without hesitation. "21st September 1992."

"My sixteenth birthday!"

"That's right."

"How can you be so precise?"

"Truth again?" Sara nodded. "Well, you were having a shower before going out with the girls for a party and the bathroom door wasn't shut properly." He paused. "You really want all the details?" Sara nodded emphatically. Sam went on.

"I saw you naked, getting out of the shower. You dried yourself off and then trimmed your bikini line with Mum's clippers. I suddenly realised that my little sister was a real live sexual woman and I wanted you so badly it actually hurt."

Sara looked surprised, but not offended. She waited for Sam's inevitable counter question.

"When did you first fancy me, then?"

"I can't be as precise as you, Sam, but I suppose I've always felt you were more than just a brother. When we were little, I used to dream of living with you, and.." It was Sara's turn to wriggle. " ..when I was older, I used to fantasize about you in bed."

"Go on."

"Well, all my friends thought you were gorgeous. They used to tell me how they wanted to have sex with you." Sara lowered her head, embarrassed. "I was always afraid of sex. The whole idea of penetration frightened me. You and I were so close and I knew you were so gentle." She paused, then burst out with her confession.

"I wanted you to be my first lover, Sam. I wanted you to take my virginity."

Sam was astonished.

"God, Midge! I wish you'd told me."

"It was just a fantasy, Sam. In the end I didn't really think we'd actually make love. Even in Spain that night we first did it, I couldn't believe it was really happening until I actually felt you inside me."

Sam squeezed her thigh playfully.

"So who did you first do it with? You've got to tell me now, Midge. Come on"

Sara waited, hoping Sam would give up and change the subject. It didn't happen. Sam just sat, immovable, until eventually she looked down at her feet and mumbled. "Tim."

"Tim? Tim?" Now it was Sam's turn to be outraged. "As in my Best Man Tim?" Sara nodded.

"When? How?"

"It was at your eighteenth birthday party. He got me drunk and took me up to your bedroom. It was all over in seconds."

"That bastard!" Sam exploded. "My own baby sister in my own bedroom."

"I suppose I thought if I couldn't have you I'd have someone closest to you. Don't be angry, Sam. There was no real harm done. It could have been someone much worse. Someone who hurt me." 

"How long did it last?"

"Just the one time. He wanted to see me again, but I didn't want to. I didn't trust him really."

Sam was still angry at Tim's betrayal, but Sara continued.

"Then there was Carol's brother, Mike. He was sweet and gentle. It was his first time, too. That lasted until I went to University. Then David of course, and now you." She cuddled up close. "And now you know it all. It's not a long list, big brother. Not much of a record, Sam."

Sam held her close for a very long time, his face buried in her hair.

"It should have been me, Midge, not Tim."

"I wish it had been, Sam. Truly I do." An idea suddenly occurred to her.

"Sam, we could play a game, now we're here. I can't give you my virginity or you give me yours, but we could pretend." She looked at the ring on her finger. "Tonight is a night I will remember as long as I live. Let's go one step further. Let's make it a new beginning."

Sam was interested. "What do you mean?" He asked.

"Let's go and get ready for bed. Mum and Dad will be asleep by now. I want you to come into my room as if we were both still teenagers and I want you to make love to me as if it was my very first time. Will you do that?" 

Sam, wide eyed with anticipation, readily agreed and with a light kiss, they parted.

* * * * *

Sam sneaked into the twins' bedroom and shaved and showered in the en-suite bathroom there. He felt alert and excited, despite the late hour, and when he left, the room was clean, fresh and unaware of the years that had passed since he last lived in this house. A fluffy white towel wrapped around his waist, he returned to his old bedroom where the out-dated posters watched as he sprayed youthfully fragranced deodorant under his arms.

He brushed his short brown hair and applied a little aftershave which made his face sting. He looked in the mirror. Still well built, still strong, he hoped he was attractive enough still to appeal to the lovely girl in the next room.

He turned off his bedroom light and opened the door. He stepped out onto the landing and fumbled for his sister's bedroom door. He opened it and slipped inside.

* * * * *

Inside, the room was lit by candles. On the dressing table a small cassette player was quietly playing songs from their teenage years. The room smelled lightly of talc and girlish perfume.

Sitting on the bed was his sister. Freshly bathed, she sat sweetly, dressed in a short-sleeved white cotton nightgown that fell to a few inches above her pale knees. Snoopy's beaming face filled its front. Her face looked fresh and clean, scrubbed clear of all make-up. Her hair was brushed until it shone and fell down to her shoulders. 

The years had simply fallen away. Sam could really believe she was a sweet teenage virgin, once again. 

Sara was once again toying with the engagement ring. She looked up at him, her big brown eyes wide and vulnerable. Her voice when she spoke was faint and weak.

"You do really mean this, Sam, don't you? You do really want to marry me? After all we've been through?"

Sam fell to his knees in front of her. He took her left hand in his and kissed it. Then he kissed the top of her head. Then he kissed her lips.

"I've never been more serious in my life." He had no idea how to do it, but he knew he would find a way – somehow they would be married.

He sat next to her on the bed. The moment had arrived.

Silently, their lips met again and their mouths opened. Sara's mouth was salty with the tears she must have shed while changing. Sam felt her vulnerability and held her tightly. Their lips slid over one another's and his tongue traced the outline of her straight white teeth. Sara began to warm to their embrace, her tongue seeking Sam's and her arms encircling his neck.

Sam began to think like a teenager once again. His right arm rose to his sister's chest where he began to caress her breasts through the thin material of her nightgown. Sara's breasts, in outright denial of the fact that she had breast fed two children, were once more small and firm, her nipples hardening beneath her brother's unusually inexpert fingers. Sam felt them firming and toyed with their delicate tips. Sara moaned into his mouth as they kissed, turning her body to allow him better access to her breasts. His fingers danced across first one breast, then the other and Sara's kisses became more passionate.

After a while, Sam's hand dropped to Sara's thigh where he groped for the hem of her nightdress. Eventually finding it, Sam slipped his fingers underneath and slid his palm slowly up the soft skin of his sister's thigh. It was smooth and cool beneath his hot touch and at first she coyly pressed her knees tightly together to impede his progress. Sam recalled the times other girlfriends had sought to do the same. It rarely lasted long and, as his long middle finger lightly tickled the soft flesh on the inside of Sara's thigh, so her grip loosened and allowed Sam's hand to slide further up her thigh, opening her legs until his index finger rested against the white cotton of her panties.

Sara felt Sam's warm fingers on the tingling, sensitive flesh of her thighs and shivered in anticipation. His welcome fingers brushed up against her hot vulva and she felt his touch through the thin material of her knickers. Involuntarily, she felt her hips move to press the heat of her sex against his hand. She felt light headed and began to kiss him more passionately as his fingertip sought to part her outer lips. She could feel herself moistening, her body preparing itself for his.

Sam felt Sara's moisture dampening her panties and his fingers sought their elasticated hem. Pulling it aside, he plunged his middle finger first between her outer lips, then her moist inner lips until its tip slid slightly clumsily into her wet vagina. Sara's body jumped in pleasure and surprise at his youthful fumblings and she opened her thighs wider still to allow him access. Sam pushed his finger deeper into his sister's body until his palm rested against her cotton-covered pubic hair and his index and third fingers slid beneath her buttocks.

Sara felt Sam's finger within her as he slid his hand around. The clumsy, naivety of his fingering brought tears of remembered joy to her eyes and she ground herself against him. As if by accident, his fingertip brushed against her g-spot and she gasped. Sam felt her body tense and a new, metallic taste came into her mouth as her body became more and more excited. He fingered her g-spot carefully now and her excitement multiplied. 

Sara felt her body opening to her brother's touch. Moisture poured from her, soaking her panties and leaving a large wet patch on the white sheets beneath her. She moaned louder into Sam's mouth as they kissed, then lay back on the duvet, opening her thighs wider as his fingering grew more frantic. Sam grasped the waistband of her panties and tore them from her, his hand instantly returning to her vulva and driving her to still greater pleasure.

Sara reached an arm across to the towel round Sam's waist. Her hand trembling with desire, she pulled it away from his waist and grabbed the erection that sprang upwards. Her hand pumped it crudely as Sam's long index finger worked hard against her g-spot and his thumb frantically stimulated her clitoris. Sara could hear herself losing control and as her voice rose in approaching orgasm, she pulled the hem of Sam's towel into her mouth and bit on it hard on it to stifle the noise.

Sam's erection throbbed under his sister's frantic pumping. He pulled his hand away from her vulva and, rising on his knees between her thighs, slid its head up and down her engorged lips until he found the entrance to her vagina.

He pressed himself into her. All the way. In one stroke.

Sara felt her brother's cock penetrating her. She tried to picture his long, strong erection sliding into her tight virgin passage. She imagined, as she had been unable to at the time, her hymen barring his way, making him pause, then yielding willingly to allow him to plumb the deepest recesses of her body.

Sam felt his sister's body tense as he entered her. He felt her pelvic floor tighten sharply as if to prevent his entrance, then suddenly open before him as he slid smoothly into her. He understood the symbolism. She had presented him, her brother and now her future husband, with her virginity. She had done it willingly, happily. There was no hiding the fact that the birth of the twins had robbed her vagina of its youthful tightness, but they were both beyond caring now. 

Sam began to thrust hard and deep into his sister's body. Beneath him Sara rapidly began to climax, her teeth still clamped firmly down on the towel. Sam could hear her stifled squeals as her body was racked by rapid orgasmic spasms and felt his own climax rushing upon him.

Sara's body tightened around Sam as he began to climax. Her legs stiffened as if in virginal fear of his ejaculation which made Sam thrust harder and harder in her. Sara's nightgown was rumpled around her waist and she pulled it upwards to allow her to watch her brother's erection plunging into her, pulling back, then driving forward again. She could not take her gaze off the strong virile shaft that penetrated her faster and faster until with an alarmingly loud groan, Sam's tension broke and he began to come within her body. 

Sara let her head fall back onto the duvet and closed her eyes as she felt her brother's body, clasped tightly between her legs, twitch and jerk as the spasms of his climax slowed. She felt the tension in him release and felt a warm flood of semen filling her.

She felt young, fresh and in love.

His passion spent, Sam began to soften within His sister's body. Slowly and gently he withdrew himself from her wet, red vagina. Rolling over, they lay like two spoons, side by side on her single bed, their bodies close, touching each other from the tips of their toes to the touch of Sam's lips on Sara's hair.

Sam felt Sara's body gently rock. She was crying softly. He stroked her hair.

"I understand, Midge. I understand." He whispered in her ear.

* * * * *

They slept like that until the first rays of the morning sun woke them. Sam rose silently and, kissing his sister on the top of her sleeping head, crept back to his room to await the twins' boisterous morning welcome.

His mind was full of love for Sara, and of the need to find a way to marry her. 



The Tangled Web Ch. 16



August 2004 – Lessons in Love

The Tangled Web is a story spanning several years and is based on the complicated lives of Sara and Sam, lovers who are brother and sister, and those they live with. Set in the English Midlands, the tale is told through a series of interlocking short stories. Although designed to be read in sequence, I have tried to make each chapter stand as a complete and satisfying story in itself.

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The summer holidays are drawing to a close. David, now physically fully recovered from the accident, is preparing himself for two important events in his life. 

The first is his return to work as a teacher in the local High School. Not having worked since the accident, his confidence has taken a battering and he is nervously spending the last week of the long summer holiday planning lessons and working on his physical fitness.

The second, much more difficult thing to bear is Sophie's imminent departure for University in the coming September. David and Sophie have become emotionally and physically close to a degree David has never before encountered. He looks forward to seeing her every day, to hearing her voice on the phone, to talking with her, walking with her – in short he is a man in love. 

Sophie, of course, has been in love with David since she was fourteen years old, and now their relationship has become real and physical as well as cerebral, she is happier than she ever thought possible. She too has been dreading her departure for University.

David's memory of the day of the accident has still not recovered. He does not remember his discovery of Sara and Sam making love on their lounge floor. He does not remember taking Sophie's virginity almost by force in her own bed. 

Neither Sara nor Sophie is likely to tell him these things.

He has, however, been plagued by bad dreams. In some of them he sees the truck approaching him in slow motion, getting closer and closer while he tried to escape from its path. But his legs are heavy as lead and he cannot move fast enough. The truck gets closer and closer until….he wakes up in a cold sweat.

In the other dreams he is climbing a staircase in the flat he shared with Sara. He can hear noises. He crossed the landing to a half open door, he pushed the door open. The noises – sounds of passionate sex – grow louder, the door swings open, he peers round the door ..and wakes up.

His psychiatrist assures David that these dreams will eventually pass, but also warns that his memory might never recover. David is trying hard to establish himself in a new life.

He visits Sara and the twins every week. He is trying hard to play the part of the, albeit absent, father but still feels unaccountably cold towards both the children and towards Sara. He is pleased that Sara appears to harbour no grudges about the break up of their relationship but David still dislikes having to visit them at Sam's house. He can still feel Sam's antagonism towards him, even when he's not actually there. 

As September approaches, David and Sophie are spending more and more time together. We join then on a Wednesday afternoon in Sophie's parent house. They are in her bed. 

Sophie's threw her head back wildly, her eyes wide open in astonishment, her mouth open in a silent scream as David's huge erection slammed repeatedly into her soft, pale flesh. She felt wild, alive, her whole being tingling as his cock reached deep within, her searching almost for her soul. Her tight young vagina was stretched wire-tight around his throbbing shaft and sweat dripped from his face and neck onto the hot skin of her chest.

No matter how many times he touched her, no matter how many times he made love to her, each time felt to Sophie like the first. He had been her first, her best, her only lover and right now she couldn't imagine ever needing anything more. She loved his strong, masculine body, which seemed to be even more rugged with the scars from the accident clearly visible on his face and chest. The mere thought of his hands on her flesh could bring her half way to climax, but David was, with her, never anything but gentle, caring and sensitive. They had made love only a handful of times since Sophie had unexpectedly brought David out of his coma, but each occasion had been earth moving for Sophie and, unknown to her, for David too.

His face, above hers, was contorted as he neared his own climax. Sophie gasped once again as his pace quickened and he thrust even deeper into her until his pubic hair ground against hers. Sophie felt the head of his cock swelling within her vagina, its ridge dragging deliciously along her insides and instinctively she tilted her pelvis upwards.

The change in pressure was all it took to take David over the edge and into a long, noisy, wet orgasm. He grunted and choked as he felt the hard hot burning between his thighs and his huge erection began to pump thick sticky semen into Sophie's soft young body. Her vagina, in uncontrollable spasm, pulsed around his shaft as if trying to milk every last drop of the precious fluid from him. They came together as if they were one ecstatic body.

David lowered himself onto Sophie, who rejoiced in the pressure of his weight on her slender frame as he softened within her. She panted as her own climax subsided and, smiling, lifted her arms around his shoulders. David kissed her full on the lips, his mouth salty and hot. They held each other tightly for a minute, before David reluctantly pulled himself gently out of Sophie, holding the feather light condom in place as he withdrew. 

"Close your eyes!" He whispered and, after Sophie had done so, he crossed to the bathroom and subtly disposed of the condom and its contents. He quickly washed his hands and returned to the bed where Sophie was lying on her back, the clean white sheet draped casually but artistically over her body. She was still shy, he thought, despite all they had done together.

He lay alongside her, his fingers finding hers and squeezing them. He closed his eyes and dozed happily.

When he awoke half an hour later, Sophie was lying on her side, watching him, with a slightly concerned look on her face.

"David?" She asked, tentatively.

"What, darling?" He replied, reaching over to run his fingers through her long blonde hair.

"Was I …..well……was I ok? You know……at it?"

"Sophie you were – are – amazing. I'm crazy about you!" There was no doubting the sincerity in his voice. She blushed.

"It's just that I've never…..you know…..been with anyone else and I don't know…..well……if I'm doing it right!"

David laughed and kissed her cheek.

"That's part of what makes you special, Sophie. You're so sweet and innocent and……and I think I'm in love with you."

A sudden shudder went down David's spine. Had he really just said that? Again? And meant it? God! He realised, the answer was yes on all three counts.

Sophie was looking down at the skirting board.

"Have you done it with a lot of girls?" She asked, sheepishly. David went dumb. Did he lie and say no? Did he try and calculate? Did he make up a ridiculously large number? In the end he opted for vagueness.

"A few, darling. But none as lovely as you."

"Did you love them, too." This time David was sure of his ground. He could answer this with total honesty.

"No, Sophie. I've never loved any one like I love you."

"Even Sara?"

"Even Sara!" He replied.

"Was she…..were they….better than me……you know……in bed?"

David mocked her gently. "Well…..you know…….that is an unfair question and….you know……fully deserves the…..you know……wrong answer, young lady."

Sophie giggled aloud. She poked him in the ribs with her finger.

"Be serious, you idiot. I'm trying to understand!"

"Okay, Sophie. I'm listening." He said, suitably chastised.

"I want to do it all right for you, David." She said earnestly. "I don't want you to ever want anyone else ever again." 

He kissed her again, not knowing how to respond to this. Then she turned more towards him, her eyes now fixed on his, their look eager, almost pleading.

"David, I want you to teach me!"

"Teach you what, silly girl?" He asked.

"Everything, David. I want to learn how to….how to make you happy……really happy. I want you to teach me how to do it every way you know."

"I'd love to, darling. But I don't want you to lose your sweetness and innocence. There's really no hurry." David reassured her. "We've got all the time in the world." 

"But there isn't. In one week you'll be back at school and in three weeks I'll be living away at Uni. I want don't want to go away without being as close to you as I can be. Please!"

"David smiled inwardly, almost unable to believe his ears. Their love making so far had been beautiful and loving, but had been entirely straightforward missionary position. The truth was that he had desired no more than this, but the thought of teaching this adorable, innocent girl the more exciting aspects of love was enough to make his chest ache with desire.

"We could start now!" Sophie's voice had suddenly become low and sensuous, as if teasing him. A light meaningful smile played across her lips.

David felt very aroused and very masculine as he took control. Silently, he rolled Sophie onto her back and pulled the sheet away from her body. He crouched over her, his mouth millimetres from her skin so that she could feel his hot breath.

His hot breath and the tip of his tongue brushed lightly against her face, her lips, her neck and her breasts as it began its slow descent towards her navel. Her belly tightened and her nipples firmed once again as his fingers parted her hot, sticky thighs.

Sophie had propped herself up on her elbows. She watched spellbound as David's chestnut brown head moved slowly but inexorably down her naked body. His warm lips kissed first her neck, then her soft breasts, before showering her pale tummy with tiny kisses. She giggled at the tickling feeling, shaking her head. Her long blonde hair fell across her face and shoulders and a thrill rippled through her body. David's tongue toyed with her navel and her legs automatically opened wider. His head moved still lower.

"David?" She whispered. "What are you doing?" Her voice was low and hoarse, almost inaudible. David looked up and smiled.

"Trust me. Close your eyes and relax."

"But I've never…"

"Shhhh." His voice was soothing, cajoling, reassuring. "You will love it."

"David I……but you……we…….I've never……never……oh God….oh dear God!" 

Sophie's arms gave way beneath her and she fell backwards on the bed as David's head finally arrived between her thighs and his warm breath played over her wildly sensitive vulva. He gently drew his moist tongue cross the delicate crease at the top of her thigh, then blew lightly on the damp skin left behind. Sophie moaned softly, her eyes tightly closed, her head rocking slowly from side to side. 

David's hands slipped beneath Sophie's young buttocks and he raised her vulva closer to his face as if preparing to sip from a full chalice. Sophie's legs fell open yet wider and her vulva pulsed with her rising excitement. David blew lightly on her swelling outer lips.

"Mmmm……ahhhh." Was the soft, breathy response from Sophie's open mouth above him. His tongue darted out and its tip delicately brushed against the warm, puffy flesh of her labia. Sophie's body tensed, her thighs tightening against his shoulders, then relaxing as David insinuated his lithe, active tongue more firmly within her vulva.

Her clitoris hardened at his touch and David could feel its growing presence. He flattened his tongue and drew its wet, slightly rough surface across its hard nub. Sophie's body trembled and short, soft gasps escaped her lips. He felt her fingers in his hair, anchoring themselves in its curls; drawing his face against her vulva.

David raised Sophie's buttocks higher and with a strong, positive move drove his tongue deep between her lips and into her weeping vagina. Sophie let out a short sharp squeal and, arching her back, drove her vulva firmly against his face. She felt his chin against her perineum, his upper lip and nose against her swollen clitoris, but most of all she felt his omnipresent tongue as it slid up and down her slit and deep into her body.

David felt Sophie's excitement rise to match his own. Whatever his suspicions about her past sexual experience, he now knew with certainty that she was an oral virgin and the thought brought an impassioned tightness to his chest. She tasted light and sweet, her short soft pubic hair brushing against his cheek as he tongued her. Her soft thighs brushed against his ears and her gentle moans filled his head. His nose and mouth filled with the smell and taste of her juices – oddly sweet and infinitely arousing, and he felt his own erection, now so hard it was almost painful, brushing against the pale cotton sheet beneath them.

He tongued her positively, confidently and within a short time was rewarded with the unmistakeable change in the taste of Sophie's juices as her trembling body began the smooth sweet journey to climax. His mouth filled with a strong, bitter but mind numbingly arousing taste as her vagina wept its tears of delight into his eager mouth. The effect on David was instant. As Sophie's body began to shake and her chest rise and fall noisily, so his own chest tightened and a sharp pain in his back demanded his own release soon.

A slight moan of disappointment escaped her lips as David pulled his mouth away from Sophie's vulva. She reached out with her fingers to draw him back to her, but instead David gently but firmly rolled her over onto her front. Sophie, puzzled but excited, allowed him to manipulate her body, lifting her hips until she knelt on all fours on the rumpled bed sheets. She waited anxiously, her knees trembling in anticipation, then grasped fistfuls of the sheet beneath as David, kneeling invisibly behind her, nudged her legs apart with his knees and pressed up against her buttocks. 

Still trembling from the first extraordinary climax his tongue had brought her, Sophie's vulva was pink, wet and inviting. She felt David press the tip of his huge erection against her pleading lips and closed her eyes. He pressed forwards until its head parted her labia and slowly slipped into her moist, open, welcoming passage.

Despite the obvious preparedness of her body, her mind was not prepared for the incredible feeling of pleasure that overwhelmed her as David began to slide his monstrous erection into Sophie's vagina. He moved slowly, watching her lips stretching tightly around his girth, then adjusting to allow him to penetrate deeper and deeper.

The new position brought new, unimagined feelings to her insides as the upwards bend of his cock made its head press firmly against her perineum and its lower ridge was dragged against the tip of her clitoris. She gasped, whimpered and held the sheet more tightly, her elbows feeling unsteady beneath her.

David penetrated her yet more deeply. Sophie felt as if his cock had passed through her belly and into her chest. There was a new, unfamiliar tightness that almost choked off her breath. Her eyes opened slightly, then much wider as yet more of the mighty shaft was thrust into her. She dropped her head to look underneath her body, past the young, firm breasts that dangled ridiculously downwards, past her tummy with its last remnants of puppy fat, to see David's muscular, hairy thighs pressed close against her own soft pale legs. His scrotum, tightly gathered against the base of his shaft, looked full and threatening.

David placed a hand lightly on each of Sophie's buttocks and stroked them in long, steady movements from her waist, down the back of her thighs to her knees. Her body lost some of its tension and he leaned over to kiss her on the shoulder blades. As he did so, he slipped the last few inches of his erection into her body. Sophie shook, lurched forwards a little then, gathering her strength, pressed herself backwards against his invading erection. Her soft buttocks ground against his wiry pubic hair once again.

Slowly, steadily he began to thrust into her body, their union filling the room with soft wet slapping noises. Sophie giggled, a little embarrassed, but as David clearly thought this was normal, she closed her ears to the sounds and closed her eyes to concentrate on the new, wonderful feelings that filled her consciousness. 

David's thighs slapped against hers with every long, deep stroke. She felt him reaching inside her, deeper than ever before. She felt his huge cock rubbing her, exciting her in new places. She felt his tremble and shake, leaning heavily on her hips as he thrust himself into her. 

Sophie's arms trembled, unable to support her weight. She lowered her head to the bed sheets, her hips sticking up behind her. This new position brought even more new sensations to her shaking frame and she immediately began to climax, her cries muffled by the mattress below her.

David was beyond control. Watching and feeling his erection sliding smoothly in and out of Sophie's eager body for the first time in this position was truly sensational. He grasped her hips to steady them both and drove himself harder and harder. He felt the head of his cock ramming against her insides and dimly understood that he was bruising her cervix, but could do nothing but let nature take its course.

In a matter of seconds, he began to cum painfully inside her, grunting aloud, his body lurching in huge forceful thrusts until he sat back on his heels, exhausted, Sophie's red, gaping vagina merely inches from his face.

Sophie fell forward on the bed, panting. David's breathing was noisy and she looked over her shoulder at his face. She smiled. He smiled back. He laid alongside her once again and they held each other closely as the last tremors left their bodies.

Suddenly David went rigid.

"Sophie! Oh God!"

"What, David?" She replied, stroking his cheek. "What could possibly be wrong?"

"We didn't….take precautions! We didn't use a condom!"

"Well?"

"Well you might get pregnant!"

"Would that bother you, David?" Sophie asked, impossibly innocently.

David's face was a picture of horror as his first instinctive reaction – wholly negative - telegraphed itself to Sophie. She didn't respond, but watched him longer as his mind slowly worked out that, actually, it wouldn't be so bad and, perhaps he wouldn't mind at all. In fact, after a very short time, the thought of marrying this extraordinary girl and bringing up a family with her became a very nice thought indeed. 

But he couldn't tell Sophie. That would be too much, too soon.

"I…..!...er…." He stammered.

Sophie grinned cheekily, then put him out of his misery. In a sheepish voice, she confessed.

"Don't worry. I went on the pill three weeks ago, David." He looked shocked.

"Is that bad? Are you shocked? I didn't want to seem….well, too forward. But I couldn't wait any loner, not when I'm going away so soon."

David hugged her tightly until it almost hurt.

"I love you, Sophie!" He whispered into her hair.



The Tangled Web Ch. 17



August 2004 – Summer Holiday

© JGUK2004

The Tangled Web is a story spanning several years and is based on the complicated lives of Sara and Sam, lovers who are brother and sister, and those they live with. Set in the English Midlands, the tale is told through a series of interlocking short stories. Although designed to be read in sequence, I have tried to make each chapter stand as a complete and satisfying story in itself.

* * * * *

Sam stood in the cool shade of the doorway of the bright, white painted villa. He looked across the hot, sun-drenched patio towards the swimming pool, sipping his cold beer slowly, feeling the icy liquid cool his mouth, throat and chest as he watched his sister Sara lying, stretched out motionless, face down in the hot sun. Her glossy brown hair was swept back into a pony tail which nestled between her shoulder blades. Her skin glistened with sun oil and tiny droplets of perspiration.

A thick, white beach towel spread out over the sun bed's wooden slats highlighted the bronzed skin of her long, slim legs. The straps of her small, dark blue bikini top were undone and hung down over the sides of the bed to let her long, smooth back soak in the sun's warming rays. The tiny triangle of cloth that passed for her bikini bottoms was pulled up between her taut cheeks, allowing her firm, slim buttocks to darken beautifully.

After seven years as lovers, Sam still found her totally irresistible. And now that they were properly engaged, their closeness had reached new depths of understanding. 

Despite her 29 years and bearing two children – his children - Sara was still the most beautiful, most desirable girl Sam had ever encountered. The fact that she herself did not realise this only made her all the more desirable in his eyes.

He let out a low whistle and reluctantly turned into the coolness of the kitchen.

This holiday in Spain, almost seven years since the magical evening when their affair had begun, had been simply wonderful. Their parents, on holiday with them, were fully aware of how exhausting young children can be, and had gone out of her way to make it enjoyable and relaxing for them both. 

Sara and the twins, Simon and Samantha – children she and Sam had secretly but deliberately conceived – had lived with Sam permanently since Sarah's separation from her boyfriend David. The two lovers occupied separate bedrooms for appearances' sake but seldom slept apart.

The twins, like all twins, were very demanding, vying for their parents' attention all the time, and had been taken away and entertained by their Grandparents for at least half of every day since they had arrived in the villa ten days ago. Today they were spending the whole afternoon at the nearby port, looking at the millionaires' yachts and searching for souvenirs at the market.

This left the two lovers alone in the house. 

Their parents continued to be worried by the fact that Sam still hadn't had a girlfriend since his wife Lynn had left him nearly two years before. Sarah had been detailed by her father to try and find out what was on his mind and to try and take him out of himself – perhaps to a club or bar so he could meet girls his age. 

Sarah had agreed through clenched teeth. She had very different plans for her tall, dark, slim and athletic brother that day.

Sam returned to the doorway with two long, cool glasses in his hands, ice clinking temptingly against their rims. To his delight, Sarah had turned onto her back to face the hot sun. Her deep brown eyes were protected by slim, mirror tinted sunglasses; her bikini top abandoned to allow her small, firm breasts to absorb the full impact of the early afternoon sun. Beads of sweat had formed between her breasts and, as Sam watched, they began to merge and run over the soft pale skin of their sides and down towards her smooth armpits.

Sam stopped for a moment as the single cloud in the sky crossed the sun, briefly casting a shadow over the pool and over Sara's still body. With it came a light, fragrant breeze which wafted over the surface of the pool. Sam watched in amusement as Sara's breasts firmed and her nipples hardened at the shock of its sudden coolness.

Shivering slightly, Sara raised her head from the bed and swung her knees round until her feet touched the hot tiles alongside the sun bed. She stood quickly up, wrapped the fluffy white towel around her bare breasts and, scooping her bikini top in her left hand, walked slowly towards the house and the doorway in which Sam was standing.

The brightness of the sun and the depth of shadow in the house had prevented her seeing her brother as he watched, but as she approached the house she caught sight of him waiting in the deep shadow. She smiled broadly.

"How long have you been there?" She asked playfully.

"Long enough!"

"Long enough for what?" She pressed him, coquettishly.

"Long enough to see how shameless you are!"

Sara took the cold glass of sparkling water from him and sipped it, staring straight into Sam's eyes. Her own eyes glistened behind her sunglasses and Sam could feel the heat of her body radiating towards him. She raised her lips from the glass and he quickly covered them with his own. Sara immediately responded; her soft, active tongue slipping between his lips and dancing over his straight white teeth before diving deep into his mouth. Sam pulled her body into his and wrapped his strong arms around the hot, slippery skin of her brown shoulders. Their tongues sought each other and writhed together as their passions rose and Sara's white towel fell to the floor.

Sam's head was filled with the intoxicating aroma of sun cream and swimming pools. Sara pressed her soft belly against his flat stomach and her breasts against his muscular chest. Her hot skin made his flesh tingle from his knees to his neck. 

Sam felt Sara's free hand cup his tight scrotum and his almost painful erection through his damp swimming shorts in the most obvious, most welcome most open invitation possible. His fingers slid slowly down her smooth, hot sides to reach the thin tight straps of her bikini bottoms. He pulled until the bows gave way and the tiny scrap of blue cloth fell to the floor beneath them.

They parted for a second, then Sara took Sam's hand in hers and, entirely naked, led him silently to the bedroom.

Back in England, David tried to relax as he lay back in on the leather couch in his psychiatrist's consulting room. He closed his eyes and listened to the soft female voice as she spoke to him softly and reassuringly.

"David, believe me it's not at all unusual for victim's of a trauma such as yours to have recurring nightmares. I'm afraid in my experience they can last for years – some unfortunate victims are never free of them – but in most cases they fade away eventually.

"It's also quite normal for you to have difficulty distinguishing between fictitious nightmares and actual memories of things that really happened."

David looked uncomfortable.

"How can I ever know what's real and what's just my imagination, then?" He asked.

"Well, we can help work it out." The young doctor replied. "For example, we know that the truck actually struck you in the back. You never really saw it at all. So we can be certain that this particular image is imaginary. It's quite likely that the other visions are imaginary too, but not completely certain."

"It just seems so real." He responded. "I wish I could be sure." 

David hadn't told the psychiatrist all of his nightmares; the images that troubled him most. The crystal clear 'memory' he now had of finding his girlfriend Sara having full, noisy and passionate sex with her own brother on their lounge floor was, he now realised, part of the reason behind the strange unexpected coldness he couldn't help feeling towards her and their children. He wished he could simply dismiss it as a bad dream and become a good, if rather absent father. But the image was too clear, too vivid to be brushed aside.

He had also started seeing all too clear images of himself before the accident. He had a new, clearer perspective on his own behaviour and didn't like what he saw one little bit. When he awoke in the early hours of the morning after having this dream, he felt dirty, unclean and ashamed of himself. 

Had he really been so amoral? Had he really cheated on Sara so often? Had he really cared so little? He hoped that this was merely a dream too, but feared it was not.

But the psychiatrist was talking again.

"David, I've discussed this with my colleagues and we think we can be a little more certain about some of the other symptoms you're experiencing." She was smiling a slightly condescending, knowing smile. 

"How do you mean, Doctor?" He asked, hoping for at least one crumb of comfort from this session.

"Your lack of appetite; your inability to concentrate; your anxiety attacks; your sleeplessness all point to a single, inescapable conclusion, I'm afraid. And you might not like it!"

David steeled himself for bad news. Brain damage? Internal bleeding?

"What is it, Doctor?" 

"I think I can confidently say that you are officially diagnosed as being head over heels in love. I suggest you relax and enjoy the feeling. There's very little you can do about that, either!"

In the stiflingly hot Spanish bedroom, Sam lay back on the white counterpane as his sister Sara knelt naked alongside him. His cock ached as it strained against the constraints of his swimming shorts. Sara grinned at the ominous bulge, then looked Sam full in the face and smiled cheekily.

"I think we'd better let him free, don't you?" She asked.

Sam grinned and nodded, then watched in silence as his sister eased the tight waistband of his shorts over the head of his swelling erection. Its smooth rounded end sprang upwards and slapped against his flat belly. Sara giggled. Sam clenched his buttocks and raised his hips slightly from the bed as his sister slid his shorts over his tight cheeks and down to his thighs. She paused, then with a coy smile, drew her fingernails along the full length of his cock, from its shiny head, down its sensitive lower ridge to the tight scrotum at its base. 

Sam shivered with anticipation.

Seeing his excitement, Sara swiftly whipped his damp shorts down his calves, over is feet and threw them to the corner of the bedroom where they hit the floor with a slap. She ran her fingers lightly once again down the length of his cock. His skin felt cold and delicious. Sara lifted the head of Sam's cock and took his shaft in her warm hand, cupping his tight sack in her other palm as she knelt beside him. 

Sam closed his eyes, feeling his sister's hot skin against his cold flesh. Sara lightly grasped his shaft in her hand and gently slid her fingers up and down, feeling its firmness, its hardness, its strength. She felt a yearning between her thighs, and fought to control her own body as she now controlled her brother's. 

Sam opened his eyes and watched as Sara slowly lowered her chestnut brown head to his waist. Her hair fell forward over her sweet face and brushed against the skin of his upper thighs and lower belly, making him shiver once again at the almost unbearably arousing sensation. Then his arousal rose to a new plane as Sara opened her lips and slipped just the head of Sam's erection into her mouth. 

Sam exhaled noisily as her lips closed tightly on the sensitive groove just behind his smooth tip and her teeth played lightly with its hardening ridge. His head fell back onto the bed and once again he closed his eyes as Sara's expert mouth brought wave after wave of pleasure to his loins. Her hot, active tongue danced over his smooth head, first tickling him on its underside with its tip, then soft and flat, wrapping itself around the whole of its surface.

Sara felt her brother's erection swell in her mouth and loved the feeling. She loved his size, his strength, his taste. She loved the way her small, slim body could bring such obvious pleasure to this strong, loving man. She tightened her hand around his sack and felt his body tense then relax again. She loosened the grip of her lips on his head, and slowly slipped more and more of his shaft into her mouth. Sam quivered beneath her touch and Sara felt herself lubricating rapidly, the wetness of her juices driving away the dryness the swimming pool water had induced.

Without letting Sam's erection leave her mouth, Sara raised herself onto her hands and knees and with a slightly clumsy motion, lifted one tanned knee over his head so that she straddled his face, kneeling. Sam felt her movement and opened his eyes, still dreamy with pleasure. What he saw astounded and delighted him. As he looked down his own body he could see Sara's slim flat belly, her breasts dangling downwards towards his waist, and her mouth, framed by her sleek brown hair, sliding smoothly up and down his cock. 

Directly above his face was his sister's neatly trimmed vulva, the dampness of her arousal almost glistening in the reflected sunlight. He could see her, smell her and if he raised his head, he could touch her. Sam, his body trembling lightly from the wonderful sensations emanating from his erection, lifted his arms upwards until his palms were placed on Sara's firm buttocks. His biceps flexed as he raised his head, drawing his mouth towards her inviting vulva, its pale triangle nestling between her slender tanned thighs.

Sam felt his sister's inner thighs brushing softly against his face as his mouth neared her vulva. Sensing this, Sara spread her knees a little wider and suddenly Sam's mouth was upon her. The tip of his nose brushed lightly against her distended clitoris and she jumped, her sharp teeth involuntarily nipping Sam's shaft. Sam moaned with pleasure and adjusted his mouth until his the tip of his warm tongue slid downwards under Sara's hood to find the hot, hard nub of her clitoris. Sara jumped again, then as the flat of Sam's warm tongue was drawn smoothly across her nub, her hips writhed above him and her mouth sucked hard on his cock. 

The low, writhing of her hips pressed her inner lips downwards onto Sam's face and his nose slipped the full length of her slit. Sam's skin was alive with sensations. Sara's already glistening vulva was now lubricating faster and faster as her arousal increased. Drops of her juices were dripping into his open mouth and he lapped at them like a cat with a saucer of cream. He could smell her excitement, mixed in with the sweet aroma of the sun tan lotion on her thighs, and the saltiness of her sweat as it ran down the crease at the top of her thighs. Sam raised his head further until his long tongue parted her inner lips and dived deep into the entrance to her eager vagina. He moved the hard tip of his tongue in circles, stretching her entrance; making sure no part was left unattended and was rewarded by the unmistakeable sounds of his sister's body building towards climax. He smiled despite his increasing passion, thinking how noisy Sara usually was as she came, and realising what was muffling the sound.

Sara felt Sam's tongue invading her body and fought to keep her thighs from spreading so wide that she would be in danger of smothering him with her vulva. Her body shook – pulsed – in time with the thrusts of his tongue while his slightly rough chin rubbed lightly against her clitoris. Her moans grew louder and louder and she drove her head downwards onto Sam's huge erection, forcing it to the back of her throat, then drawing her upper teeth along its ridge as her head rose again. 

Her tongue writhed over the swollen head of Sam's cock lapping energetically around its rim and diving underneath, eagerly tasting the drops of precum that emerged from the tiny lips on its tip. Her hair brushed against his stomach and, as her body grew more ecstatic, her small, dangling breasts swung from side to side with every dip of her head.

Suddenly she could control herself no longer. As Sam's tongue dived one more time into her vagina, she pushed herself upright, her body trembling and shaking, abandoning his cock which once again slapped against his belly, and sat back onto her brother's face. Sam gasped for breath but barely paused in his tonguing. His palms slipped underneath her buttocks, taking some of her weight and at the same time spreading her wide open above his face. With an almost frantic desperation, his tongue moved like lightning over his sister's hugely swollen clitoris, under its hood and than down the full length of her slit. Pausing for a mere second to dip into her gaping vagina, Sam drew his tongue back over Sara's tiny, puckered anus and in a rapid circle around its rim.

Sara almost screamed in delight at this totally new sensation. Her hips ground downwards onto Sam's face and he needed all his strength to prevent himself from suffocating under her heaving body. He repeated the action, firmly, positively, driving forwards to her clitoris with the flat of his tongue, then back between her open lips with its tip. He dived deep into her vagina once again, round and round its sweet tasting entrance and finally pulled back to slide over and around her anus.

Above his head, Sara was in frenzy as wave after wave of her climax washed over her. Her legs felt like jelly, her skin tingled all over and red hot ripples of pleasure spread throughout her body from the depths of pleasure between her thighs. She grasped her own breasts and kneaded them; she pulled at her hair; she sank her fingernails into her soft buttocks; she scratched her thighs as she came with an intensity she had never experienced before. And all the time the room was filled with the high pitched wails and squeals that Sam knew so well and loved so much.

Sara's cries were mostly unintelligible, passion filled wails of joy, surprise and delight, and Sam was driven onwards by a true, heart-felt desire to bring his beautiful sister to new levels of pleasure. Caring nothing for his own satisfaction, his mouth and tongue worked eagerly until his jaws ached. He felt Sara's juices running down his cheeks and he filled with pride when he finally tasted the sudden change in her smell and flavour that announced the arrival of a real, earth-shattering climax. He loved the feel of her body all around him; the weight of her buttocks on his palms; the smell of her weeping vagina, the taste of her juices as she came. He even loved the taste of her clean, swimming pool fresh anus as he lapped at it.

Finally Sara's cries grew quieter and her breath caught in her throat as her chest heaved. Beneath her, Sam felt his sister's body grow heavier on his hands and realised she had taken almost as much as she could bear. He slowed his tonguing until he was simply lapping at the soft, hairless skin that surrounded her swollen vulva. Her pulsing slowed and slowed until Sam could feel her whole body trembling above him. Taking more of her weight on his hands, he slid himself forwards and out from underneath her. Sara's legs spread wide open and she slumped forwards onto all fours, panting.

Sam sat upright, his cock still hard, and turned to face her. Sara looked like a wild woman. Her hair was rumpled and unkempt where she had torn at it with her hands. Her face and chest were flushed almost scarlet from her climax and there were tiny red lines on her thighs and buttocks where her fingernails had found their mark. Her whole body was bathed in sweat.

"Sam! I want you. Please!" Her voice was a croaky whisper, but Sam heard and understood her well.

"Are you sure, Midge?" He asked, earnestly. "Can you manage it?"

She was breathing heavily but her voice was clear if quiet.




The Tangled Web Ch. 17



"I need to have you, Sam. I want to please you too."

Sam smiled with pleasure. "You're amazing!" He leaned over and kissed her, her lips salty and hot. "Let's take it easy, shall we?"

Sam leaned over and grabbed the two pillows from the bed. He placed one on top of the other and then placed them both in front of Sara. After a second of doubt, Sara laid herself over the pillows, face downwards, her buttocks raised in the air; her thighs open just a little, her moist pink vulva presented temptingly like an opening orchid toward her brother. 

She felt exhausted, vulnerable and exposed, but at the same time excited. She knew with certainty that she could trust her brother to be gentle, but at the same time dearly wanted him to feel at least part of the extreme pleasure he had brought her. 

Sam stroked her smooth, flawlessly-tanned back as he manoeuvred himself between her thighs, opening them just a little further with his knees. He leaned over her prone figure, supporting his body with his right arm while his left hand guided his erection towards Sara's waiting passage. He drew its head down between her buttocks, stroking her anus gently, then sliding down to her open, waiting slit.

Sara winced at the first touch of his cock on her inner lips and Sam paused.

"Are you ok, Midge?" He whispered. Sara nodded and moaned softly in assent. 

Sam, pleased, pressed himself forward, feeling her open, moist lips yielding easily to his cock and within seconds he had slipped his full length into her body. Sara gasped at the welcome invasion, feeling him deep within her, his wide base stretching her entrance. She lifted her arms forward and grasped a fistful of the cotton sheet in each hand.

Sam felt Sara's body adjusting to his presence and loved every second of it. Her vagina tightened around his shaft, then relaxed, then tightened again, as if teasing him playfully. He felt the softness of his sister's buttocks pressed against his waist and upper thighs. Beneath him, her long, tanned back was stretched out on the white sheets, her brown hair fanned out over her shoulders. 

She pushed her buttocks back against him and he felt himself slip just a tiny bit further into her body, the head of his cock clearly pressing against her cervix. He felt big – bigger than he had felt in a long time. Laid out before him, she was tight – beautifully tight – and her raised hips bent his erection in a tantalisingly new and exciting way.

Slowly, Sam drew himself back until just his head remained within his sister's body, then he slid forwards slowly but forcefully into her. Her wet vagina made a slapping sound as their bodies came together. Sara giggled in embarrassment but to Sam it was even more arousing. He pulled back and drove forwards again with the same result. Sara lifted her hips a little higher, taking more of her weight on her knees. 

Sam slid into her again. This time their bodies came together with a smooth, wet sound which was so arousing, so animal like in is intensity that it almost made Sam come instantly. He gripped Sara's hips with his strong hands and held her steady while he began to thrust harder and harder, faster and faster into her body.

Within seconds, Sara began to come once again. Her body braced against Sam's welcome onslaught, she yelped with desire with every one of his deep, body-searching thrusts. Sam felt her vagina tighten and loosen around his shaft as it went into spasm and he pulled her hips upwards and back to reach even deeper into her hot wetness.

Dimly aware of what he was doing, her body once again racked with waves of delight, Sara realised that Sam had manoeuvred her into his favourite position - one in which he could penetrate deeper into her body than any other. One in which his cock could reach beyond her vagina; perhaps beyond the entrance to her womb; almost to her soul itself. And she wanted him there so badly.

Sam, thrusting smoothly, knew he was ready to come. He fought against it, trying to delay the moment as long as possible but Sara's tight body was too much for him. Over the wet noisiness of his thrusts and Sara's wild, ecstatic squeals he heard his own deeper voice grunting as he neared climax. The warm wet feeling so familiar to him began to spread from between his upper thighs, down towards his knees and up his spine as a bolt of pain throbbed at the base of his cock. He shook. He trembled, his body making small jerking movements as he slammed into his sister with the short, sharp thrusts that led to orgasm. He felt a burning in his scrotum, through his belly and finally all along his shaft as a torrent of semen burst from his swollen head and deep into his sister's beautiful, desirable body.

Sara felt a warm glow spread through her as Sam's thrusts subsided and she felt his body begin to relax within hers. Her vagina throbbed with its dying orgasmic spasms as if milking Sam of the last few drops of his semen. He softened within her, his arms now wrapped tightly around her, his muscular chest pressed against her back. He clung to her as his erection faded away, then reluctantly released her and allowed his flaccid cock to slip from her body.

She collapsed onto the bed, her arms too weak to hold her. Sam rolled onto the sheet next to her and gathered her into his arms, holding her lightly, feeling the last tremors of climax fade from her body. He buried his face in her hair and breathed in her sweet scent. The room was stifling – hot and humid. Their bodies glistened with perspiration and his face, neck and chest were sticky with his sister's sweetness.

Sara felt light-headed but happy. She felt fulfilled. She never felt more like a woman than when she was newly filled with her brother's seed – and she felt it now. After perhaps the most amazing climax of her life, she imagined his white, sticky essence jealously hoarded within her. 

God! She loved him! Her eyes became misty. Suddenly she felt very tired.

They remained in their simple, loving embrace for a long time, their sweat mingling as it dripped onto the white bed sheets. Sara's limp body leaned heavily against Sam as her breathing slowed. Finally it became low and steady.

Sam rolled carefully away and stood unsteadily. Stopping, her picked the rumpled white sheet from the clean floor and draped it over her naked body. He began to walk slowly to the door, to leave her in peace, but turned when a sound that came from the bed.

"What's that, Midge?" He whispered, returning to the bed, his ear close to Sara's lips.

She murmured once again.

"I love you too, darling." Sam replied. 

He bent over, kissed her once on the forehead, and, picking up a towel, left the room, closing the bedroom door gently behind him.

Walking to the kitchen, Sam took a bottle of chilled mineral water from the fridge. Its sides became instantly coated in rich condensation. He unscrewed the top, listening to it fizz, and raised the open bottle neck to his lips. The cold water was instantly refreshing, cooling his sticky tongue and spreading its coolness across his chest and belly.

He gazed across the patio at the clear blue water of the pool, where Sara had been lying. 

God! How he loved her! How he loved their children! He wiped the salty sweat from his forehead.

The garden gate opened with a metallic creak and two small children walked unsteadily across the grass towards the pool, pursued by two familiar older figures. Sam smiled and was about to open the door to greet them when he realised he was naked from the waist down.

He ran to Sara's bedroom and, grabbing his shorts, hopped and stumbled his way to the garden door where he tried to look nonchalant as he cheerfully called to his parents and the twins.

In the bedroom, his sister Sara slept deeply. Satisfied and content. 



The Tangled Web Ch. 18



December 2004 – Mum's the Word.

The Tangled Web is a story spanning several years and is based on the complicated lives of Sara and Sam, lovers who are brother and sister, and those they live with. Set in the English Midlands, the tale is told through a series of interlocking short stories. Although designed to be read in sequence, I have tried to make each chapter stand as a complete and satisfying story in itself.

Although this chapter is essential to the developing plot, it is a little longer than usual and perhaps not quite as explicit in its content. 

I hope regular 'Web' readers will enjoy it for what it is – an important chapter in the lives of two lovers.

*****

It is December 2004 and, although the streets and shops are full of all the brightness and excitement of the approaching season of goodwill, Sara and Sam and their family are finding it hard to take part in the festivities.

Tragically, Sara and Sam's father suffered a sudden and severe heart attack and died during the previous November. Although a considerable shock to all the family, their loss brought their already-close family even closer together, and they took some comfort in the knowledge that it had been very quick and he had not suffered. 

Their mother, Helen, had felt it hardest. Although she had been a full eight years younger than her husband, nevertheless Sara and Sam had always felt that it was she and not their father that had been the more fragile of the two. Dad had always seemed so strong; so fit; so much larger than life; and yet it had been he who had left them first. The shock was hard to bear.

The day of the funeral and wake had passed as well as could be expected, with family members gathering from all over the world. Their father had been part of a large extended family, and distant relations Sara and Sam had never met before had arrived at their house and greeted them like long lost friends. 

Their mother's relations, though much fewer in number, had also arrived from distant places. Largely unfazed by the large gathering, they had helped to ensure that all the guests were well fed well looked after while the grieving widow, Helen, still a striking and attractive woman despite her 62 years, undertook the necessary formalities with her two grown-up children in full support.

It was only when the house had finally become quiet that the three of them had had time to sit and grieve properly before beginning the difficult task of considering the future. 

Concerned for their mother's loneliness, Sara and Sam had insisted that she came to stay with them in Sam's house for at least a week, to recover some of her strength and to avoid being alone in such a large and empty house. 

Somewhat to their surprise, she had agreed readily and since then had been sleeping in the guest bedroom for almost a week. 

As a result, Sam had been confined to the small study bedroom at the back of the house, the twins naturally having priority in the nursery room. Although not begrudging this sacrifice, it did of course mean that, to their joint frustration, he could not visit Sara in her bed once the twins were asleep, and had to try and actually sleep in the uncomfortable camp bed in the study instead of alongside his warm, soft and beautiful sister.

The therapy, though tough on Sam, was working well on their mother. Helen was obviously rather distracted and upset, but to her children's delight was quickly beginning to focus on the future rather than dwell on the past. Indeed, she talked excitedly of her grandchildren and the glowing, promising future that lay ahead for them. 

Interestingly, Helen never talked about the twins' supposed father, David, and still less about 'that woman' Lynn, Sam's ex wife who now lived with her girlfriend in Sydney, Australia.

Meanwhile she was spending much more time with her daughter than she had done since Sara had lived at home. They had shopped together, gone out for coffee together, watched soppy chick flicks together and generally left Sam out of things. 

Sam, of course still worked full time for the large manufacturing company he had been with since leaving university. He was now head of the Technical Department, a job which required him to travel the world extensively and gave a good excuse for Sara to live with him, ostensibly as a housekeeper. He was besotted with the children – his children, although still only he and Sara knew this – and took advantage of every moment to be with them.

We join them as their 'Uncle' Sam, after returning from a trip to the play park with Simon and Samantha, is playing noisily with them in the garden despite the cold weather. 

Sara and her mother have just returned in Sara's car from another long visit to the shops.

Sara heaved a weary sigh as she dropped the heavy shopping bags on the kitchen table. Her mother followed her into the room, burdened down by her own purchases and, placing them carefully on the counter top, perched herself precariously on one of the high breakfast bar stools.

"I never thought I'd say this, Sara, but there is a limit to the amount of shopping I can cope with these days." She laughed. "I'd say that even you were having trouble today."

"Never!" Sara replied in mock outrage. "I've learned from an expert!"

She filled the shiny chrome kettle from the tap and switched it on. Her face was pink and rosy from the cold.

"Tea, Mum?" She asked. 

"Yes please, dear." Her mother replied, peering into the bags' open tops. "We really have been naughty, you know. I didn't really need more shoes or that long skirt."

"Mum, it's not a question of need. It's good to treat yourself. Especially now. You deserve a bit of spoiling. You know Dad would have said the same. He was always generous."

Helen fell silent for a while.

"I know. I miss him terribly. And at silly times too, like now."

Sara crossed to her mother's side and hugged her. No words were spoken. There was no need for them. They understood each other well, as only mother and daughter can.

"Where's Sam? I'm sure I can hear him." Helen eventually asked, diffusing the sadness in the air. Sara crossed to the window and looked into the small garden at the back of the house.

"He's still outside playing with the kids, Mum." Sara replied, laughing. "He's like a big kid himself sometimes. Just look at the faces he's pulling." Her mother joined her at the window and chuckled.

"That double swing was a good idea. They both love it. Or should I say all three of them? Look! Sam can keep them both going at the same time. No squabbles!"

"They hardly ever argue." Mused Sara. "I can't decide whether that's good or bad." She paused for a minute. "Did Sam and I squabble a lot when we were their age, Mum? I can't remember anything much that far back."

Her mother thought for a while. 

"No, I don't think you did. You two always got on famously. Until you were both teens, that is. Then the sparks started to fly" 

She thought a minute longer. 

"I think you disapproved of Sam's girlfriends and he certainly disapproved of your boyfriends."

Sara fell silent, thinking of Sam and their relationship now.

"He'll be cross I've spent all this money." She eventually said, quietly.

"Honestly, Sara." Her mother scolded. "You sound like an old married couple."

Sara's heart missed a beat and she tried to recover quickly.

"I just meant that he's so generous, supporting us all like this." But her mother was making a 'don't worry' gesture.

"I did know what you meant, dear. I'm just joking." She smiled. "It's nice to feel like joking again. But then I immediately feel guilty about it, as if being happy is a betrayal. I know it's ridiculous, but I can't help it." There were tears in her eyes.

She paused at the window, watching her son play with the two young, excitable children in the cold December air. All three of them had rosy red cheeks and their breath made clouds of condensation as they laughed together.

The sight seemed to strengthen her resolve. She turned away from the window and looked at her daughter.

"Sara, I think it's time I moved back home again, don't you?"

Sara looked at her mother. "So soon? Really? There's no hurry, Mum. We love having you here."

"I know, dear, and you're both very kind, but I think that the longer I leave it, the harder it will be. If you aren't offended, I think I'd better pack tonight and go back tomorrow while I still have the courage."

There was a heavy silence. Finally Sara spoke.

"Well, as long as you're sure, Mum. We'd love to have you here for longer. The kids love having you around. It's like being a real family."

Sara's words seemed to have a profound effect on her mother, who stared once more at the three playmates in the garden. Sam was giving the twins, noisy airplane rides in big circles. They were squealing with delight.

"And I love being here with them, too. But I have to get back on my feet. After all, I hope I have many good years ahead of me. Those two are growing so fast." She nodded at the twins who were giggling loudly outside the window, making faces at their mother and grandmother. "They'll soon be doing things and seeing things that will have a lasting effect on them. I want to be around to be a part of that."

She stopped in mid flow, as if making up her mind whether to go on. With an air of steeling herself for a difficult decision, she went on with a forced, unconvincing casualness.

"And anyway, dear." Her mother said, almost in a whisper. "Don't you think it's time Sam moved back into his proper place?"

"He's quite happy in the study." Sara replied with a laugh. "You mustn't worry about pinching his bed. Really, you mustn't." 

"No dear, that's not what I meant." Her mother's voice was slow, calm and clear. "I mean back where he was before I arrived. Back where you want him."

The words took a few seconds to sink in. The colour drained from Sara's face and she began to tremble. Surely she hadn't heard properly. No! Her mother couldn't have meant what Sara thought she meant. 

Fighting to keep herself under control, she asked her mother in a tiny, frightened voice, her throat suddenly bone dry, her forced casual tone entirely unconvincing.

"What do you mean, Mum? This is Sam's house. We're very grateful to him for keeping us all."

Her mother looked at Sara with a pitying half smile on her kindly face.

"Sara, did you really think you could keep it a secret from me forever? Me? Your own mother?"

Sara still couldn't face the horror of what she was hearing. Defiantly, she tried to make it mean something else; something less terrible.

"You think we should move out and let Sam have some space to himself? Perhaps to find a new girlfriend? A new wife?" 

The words almost choked her but the alternative was too terrible to contemplate.

"No Sara. And I know you and Sam don't want that either. I mean, Sara that you should take Sam back into your bed and fully into your life, where he belongs. Don't keep the pretence going any longer – not for my sake anyway."

Sara stared into her mother's face, thunderstruck. There could be no doubt whatsoever in those words. Her mother – their mother – knew all about their incestuous relationship. 

Sara's trembling became shaking, her face became paler. 

"You….you know?" She stammered.

"Yes, dear. I know. I've known for a long time."

Sara grasped the wooden tabletop for support as the shock sank in. Her shoulders heaved and she fumbled wildly for the low chair, dragging it beneath her collapsing knees as she slumped down beside her mother. Her eyes filled with tears and she buried her head in her hands.

The older lady promptly put her arm around her weeping daughter's shoulders. There was tenderness, not anger in her voice as she spoke.

"There, there, darling. Don't worry. Don't worry. It's all alright. Everything will be alright." 

But for the moment, Sara was beyond consolation. She began to weep uncontrollably, her mind full of terrible pictures. Of Sam being arrested; of her being arrested; of the twins being taken into care; of her mother's hatred and loathing; of the shame of being exposed.

She could barely hear her mother's words as Helen tried to reassure her anxious daughter.

"It's all alright, darling." Her mother persisted. "It really is alright. You have nothing to worry about. Trust me. Please. Trust me."

Eventually her mother's soothing voice broke through her sobs and into Sara's traumatised mind. It was not so much her words as the loving, understanding tone of her voice that finally made Sara realise that things might not, after all, be as black as her nightmares. Slowly she regained control of her sobbing body, then her breathing, and finally she managed to raise her head from her hands.

Helen saw her daughter's pale, anguished face as she lowered her hands, the little make-up she usually wore now ran in dark streaks down her cheeks. Sara could not look her mother in the eye, but in a trembling voice asked.

"How…how long have you known?" Sara realised as soon as she had spoken that this was a confession as well as a question. She knew there was no going back now.

"I've suspected for several years, dear." 

Sara gasped. He mother continued.

"I've known for certain since you became pregnant and I've been doubly sure since you started wearing that little thing on your left hand." She indicated the antique diamond ring that Sara had worn since she and Sam had become 'engaged' the previous year.

Sara began to cry again, but less violently this time. Her mother rose and crossed to the boiling kettle where she quickly made two cups of hot tea. Sara remained at the table, her breath coming in small, noisy gasps as her sobbing slowly subsided. 

Eventually returning to her daughter's side, she sat and pressed a cup of the warming, soothing liquid into her trembling fingers.

"Come on, dear. Sip this. You've had quite a shock, I know."

Sara did as she was told and after a few minutes of silence, regained something of her composure.

"Why ….why didn't you say anything before, Mum? Why?"

Her mother thought for a few seconds before replying.

"Because it would have killed your father, Sara. You know how upright and correct he was. He could barely cope with the idea of you, his only daughter and the light of his life, having a sexual relationship at all." Sara nodded through her sobs.

"You know he never liked David. The idea of you having a sexual relationship with your own brother would have finished him altogether."

Something struck Sara about her mother's tone of voice.

"But you? You're not.….not disgusted? You're not angry with me….with us?"

This time it was her mother's turn to become emotional.

"Oh darling, it has been sheer hell keeping this knowledge all to myself for so long. I've wanted to tell you both, to talk to you both, to hug you both for so long. If anything good can come out of your father's death, it's this. We don't have to keep this a secret between us any longer."

"But how did you find out? Did you see us……..?" She left the sentence unfinished. "I thought we were so careful."

"Darling, did you really think that your own mother wouldn't be able to tell when her daughter's in love - and so deeply? And who she was in love with?"

She looked deep into Sara's red eyes. 

"I've seen the look in your eyes when you're watching Sam and your body language when you're near him. And of course he's the same when he's with you – perhaps even more so."

Sara blushed, colour at last returning to her cheeks. She sipped her tea, feeling its warmth spread through her chest.

"Is it really that obvious?" She began to feel strangely pleased, but still afraid.

"To me, your mother? Yes, it is very obvious." She paused. "There is always a certain sexual frisson between you even though you try hard to hide it. And of course when you were pregnant there was no doubt left at all. No man would ever look at a woman you like Sam did at you unless he was the father of your child." 

"Did Dad suspect?" Sara asked anxiously.

"I'm certain he didn't, dear. Your father wasn't the most observant man, and it would never cross his sweet mind that such a thing could be possible." She laughed. "You young people always think you know so much better than your parents, don't you?"

Sara was shocked. There was no doubt in her mother's voice. She knew that Sam was the twins' father. She knew. She had always known.

"And you don't think it's all unnatural? Aren't you horrified?" Sara at last stammered out.

"Sara darling, I think it's just about the most natural thing in the world. You are a very beautiful girl and Sam is a very handsome boy." She grinned. "Handsome man, I should have said." 

She leaned towards her daughter and spoke earnestly. "I know it's not something every brother and sister should do, but for the two of you? Well, I've watched the two of you growing closer and closer. I don't think either of you had any choice in the matter, do you?"

Sara couldn't believe her ears. Her own mother not only knew about her incestuous relationship, but was actually praising it. This must be a dream!

"Sam has been in love with you since the day you were born, didn't you realise that? And I know you've always hero-worshipped him."

"He's always been in love with me?" Sara asked, pleased.

"Of course I have, you silly girl." Came the deep, male voice from behind them both.

"Sam!" Sara almost shrieked, swivelling around and leaping to her feet. 

Unnoticed by either of the women, Sam had entered the house with the children behind him. He quickly herded them into their room, settled them with their toys, closed the door and returned to the kitchen.

Sara grasped his hand and, holding it anxiously, asked him. 

"How much have you heard, Sam?"

"Quite a lot, Midge. Enough, anyway." He took her hand in his and led her back to the table where he sat, very close to her, facing their mother. His body language was challenging and protective, but his voice was low.

"I'm sorry Mum." He said.

"Sorry for what, dear? I hope you're not sorry for all the two of you have done together."

"No, Mum, I'm not sorry for that. I'm sorry for keeping secrets. But how could we have known that you knew? And that you wouldn't be revolted by the idea?" 

"You couldn't have known, dear. I made sure of that. But now your father's passed on, we can clear the air between us and the two of you can make the plans I'm sure you want to." 

Sara and Sam looked at each other meaningfully.

Helen continued. "Without worrying about me. I might even be able to help."

"I can't believe you're being so relaxed about it, Mum. We thought you would be shocked. That you might have a….." Sam paused, thinking about his father's untimely end. "Well, a heart attack or something."

"We older folk aren't all as fragile or easily shocked as you think, Sam." She went on, indignantly. "And anyway, how old do you two think I am?" 

They laughed, pleased to be able to ease the tension. 

"I know it's early, but I could do with a drink." Sam exclaimed, crossing to the fridge. "A glass of wine? Or perhaps something stronger?"

He poured three glasses of warming rich red wine and, after checking on the twins in their room, joined the two girls at the kitchen table. They sipped their drinks slowly; the atmosphere became gradually more relaxed and comforting.

Sam squeezed his sister's thigh under the table. She held his fingertips in her hand.

Helen looked at her two confident, attractive children. Their faces were so alike, and so like their father's, she thought. Could they really get away with it? Oh, how much she wanted them to succeed!

"I can't believe you're ….well, that you're being so relaxed and understanding about this, Mum." Sam said. "It's been our biggest fear ever since…..well, ever since it all started."




The Tangled Web Ch. 18



Helen smiled. "Sometimes as a parent you have to take difficult decisions. Fortunately I've had several years to get used to the idea and, you know, seeing the two – not the four of you together, it wasn't such a hard thing to accept."

"And now..." She went on, draining her glass. "I think I need a few moments to myself. If you don't mind, I'll go to my bedroom and start packing."

Sara and Sam watched open mouthed as their mother quietly left the room. They slowly turned to look each other in the eyes.

"Wow!" Sam ejaculated.

"Wow indeed!" Was Sara's reply.

Helen quietly closed the door to the guest room and leaned her back against it. She breathed out heavily and noisily in relief. 

She had actually done it! Sara and Sam now knew that their secret was a secret no longer – in fact had not been a secret for several years.

Had she done it well? It was too late to worry about that now. After all her rehearsals, all her plans about how to break the news, in the end it had taken its own course. The deed was done. They knew that she knew!

Helen was surprised and somewhat pleased just how easily Sara and Sam had seemed to accept her knowledge and her acquiescence at their situation. She hoped that this would make things easier for them in the difficult months to come.

But how could any parent so easily accept that their only two children were having an incestuous affair? That they had had two children together? 

Well Helen had a secret of her own; a secret that only one other person in the world now knew. Helen had herself been in love and made love with her own brother, Steven. But she was not going to tell her children that little secret. No! That was too big a step for any mother to take.

Helen and her older brother Steven had grown up after the war in what is now called a 'single parent family', their father having been killed fighting the Germans before Helen was born.

Helen's mother had been forced to work long hours to keep her family fed and clothed, and the two children, just over a year apart in age, had learned to look after each other. The main domestic and household tasks had fallen on the two children. They had shopped together, done the laundry together, cooked together and as a result had grown closer and closer together. 

They and had seen only little of other children their own age as their domestic responsibilities and a strong desire to do well in their Grammar Schools had kept them in the house or in the library much of the time. 

Their exposure to things sexual had therefore been slow, but this was an age when naivety was not uncommon, the swinging sixties not having really started yet. Although they were both good looking like their late father, they began to have boyfriends and girlfriends only as they reached late teenage years. Steven had been a fast learner, but Helen at least had been very shy with boys. 

Having to rely on each other for understanding, explanation and support – increasing so after their mother finally acquired a new man in her life – they had grown yet closer until one night, when Helen was just eighteen, she had gone to her brother's bedroom, badly disturbed by the wholly unfamiliar sounds of sex emanating from their mother's bedroom.

Steven had comforted her and explained what the sounds were. Helen, initially shocked by their mother's forwardness, had then been even more distressed and embarrassed by her own naivety, Steven had hugged her and spoken soft words to reassure her and before either of them had understood what was happening, his hands were on her breasts and his lips were on hers, and Helen, to her own astonishment, found herself responding instinctively and positively.

Unlike Sara and Sam, who were already sexually experienced and had taken the giant step from being brother and sister to full sexual partners in a single evening, it had taken some months of touching and exploration for the virgins Helen and Steven to progress that far.

But progress they had in a gentle, loving yet exciting and exploring way. 

Realising that, if they could hear their mother making love so clearly, she could hear them and could find them, they began to meet in the old air raid shelter at the bottom of their garden. The mattress was old, but with a clean sheet served well for their assignations and the door was still sound and, most important, still lockable.

They had quickly progressed from kissing to touching. Helen loved the tingling sensation her brother's soft fingertips brought to her young, firm breasts and the feel of his strong and frightening erection through his trousers. Steven found her touch between his thighs incredibly arousing and more than once came messily in his underpants. Steven once smiled at the irony – the mess would have been difficult to explain had the two of the not been in charge of the laundry. 

"Every cloud has a silver lining." He had told Helen, laughing.

Less quickly, but inevitably, they moved from touching to mutual masturbation. Helen finally succumbing to a desire to see and touch his hidden manhood and in return he finally felt bold enough to touch and feel his attractive sister's damp vulva.

For a long time they were satisfied with this close, warm and tender relationship. Helen was indeed shocked the first time her long pale fingers brought her brother to climax. Her hand and arm were covered in his warm, sticky semen, but the obvious pleasure it had brought to him was plain to see. Steven in his turn became bolder and bolder in his touching and Helen noticed his skill in bringing her greater and greater pleasure increasing until one warm afternoon, his long middle finger deep inside her vagina, she had reached her first climax.

Looking back, Helen knew the final step had been inevitable, but it was still a surprise when finally, only a few weeks later, Steven had been unable to contain his desire any longer and, rolling his sister onto her back, he had forced her weakly resisting legs apart and clumsily taken her virginity, coming quickly and messily inside her.

And once the 'seal had been broken' as Helen now considered it, there had been no stopping them. Like children with a new toy, they had made love every day for two weeks before the fear of discovery had forced them to moderate their passions. Even then their affair had continued, never less than weekly, for over four years.

The end had come suddenly and painfully. Helen did not want to think about that right now.

When Helen opened the kitchen door later that evening, she found an extraordinarily unremarkable scene. The twins were eating their dinner noisily and messily, helped by their mother and father. There was tomato sauce all over the table and all over the children's faces. Sara and Sam were comparing the relative performances of the two children as they tried hard to get them to eat properly.

The sheer normality of the scene, one repeated thousands of times in their own city, both shook and pleased Helen. Her children and their children were indeed a normal, happy family. It really could work!

She had done the right thing. Now she must press further and try and help them go the final, essential step.

She sat at the table, a safe distance from the flying food, and smiled as the meal came to an end. After a lot of cleaning up, the twins were allowed to go and play with their toys in the lounge while their mother and father recovered with that greatest of parents' friends, a hot cup of tea.

"Mum?" Sara asked when the table had been wiped clean. "We've talked a lot about what you said. Actually we've talked about nothing else all afternoon. We still can't quite believe you're, well, alright about us …you know…..being together."

"Well I am 'alright' about it, as you put it, Sara. You have nothing to worry about – at least not from me, but…."

Her children looked worried.

"But…….Mum?" Sam prompted.

She turned to her tall, handsome son. "I'm sorry it was such a shock Sam. But I couldn't think of any other way of breaking the news, and seeing you playing with your children so happily made my heart ache for the pair of you.

"You see, there isn't much time, if you really want to go the whole way and live together properly – like husband and wife. And looking at the pair of you tonight I assume you do." 

Sara and Sam glanced quickly at each other, each afraid to be the first to say yes.

But Helen went on. "The twins are nearly three years old now and soon the things that happen to them will stick in their memories forever. If you want them to grow up believing the two of you are a normal couple, then you have to start acting like one now."

She paused for effect. "That means behaving like couple all the time. Starting now!"

Sara and Sam looked at each other. It was what they had both always wanted but had never dreamed could be possible. They stared in astonishment as their mother went on.

"Simon and Samantha must start to call you call you Daddy, Sam." She went on, and Sam swelled with pleasure at these words. "You must do as much together as a real couple do."

She looked them both in the eye. The next sentence was difficult for a mother to utter.

"And from tonight onwards, you must both sleep in the same bed." Sara and Sam blushed and smiled at each other sheepishly. Sara reached for her brother's hand under the table.

"And I'm afraid you must quickly move a long way from here. Somewhere nobody could possibly know you." 

She paused. "You might even have to emigrate eventually."

Sam took his sister's hand in his and squeezed it tightly. 

"I'd do anything to be with you, Midge." He said. Sara, always emotional, blinked back further tears. "But the choice must be yours."

"There is no choice. I need you, Sam. I love you."

"Then you must start now. Today!" Interjected their mother. "And you mustn't be self conscious when I'm around. You must behave as if you were a normal couple – even when you're with me. I'll play my part, I promise. I won't let you down. But we'll have to invent a few white lies."

"It's going to be complicated." Said Sara, worried.

"I didn't say it would be easy, Sara." Her mother said sternly. "But if it's what you want – what you both really want – then you will have to work for it."

"I've had a few years to think about it, Sara." Helen replied.

"I was in two minds about accepting that new job in Scotland." Broke in Sam. "I couldn't bear to move away from Sara and the kids. But if they could come with me…." He left it hanging in the air.

"That's another reason I told you today, Sam. You have a real opportunity to start things off well right now." Helen continued. "Take the job – you wanted to anyway, and take Sara and the twins with you. As your wife and family!" 

She turned to he daughter "In future, you should start calling yourself 'Mrs' when you get to your new home."

Sara loved that idea and squeezed her brother's hand tightly. She turned to look him in the eyes.

"And of course we've both still legally got the same surname so nobody will even think that we're not married." Sam realised, pleased

"And of course we're going to be married properly 'within the year' anyway, aren't we Sam?" She asked teasingly. "We could take wedding photos then, of course."

He turned to Sara.

"That's what I promised, Midge." He replied, a little embarrassed. "And I meant it, too!"

There was a loud crash from the next room and both parents leapt to heir feet, waiting for the child's cry that was bound to follow. After a few seconds, it came and Sam sprinted from the room to see what mischief the twins were getting up to.

As he entered the room, the crying immediately subsided and Sara sat back down with her mother.

"Mum, I can't believe you feel this way. That you understand about us. That you really want to help. I….." Tears were forming in her eyes again. "I thought you'd never see us again if you found out."

"You'll learn that being a parent is complicated and difficult. That children never ever lose the capacity to surprise you. And that you have to remember that you were a child too once."

"I want what's best for the two of you. And, if you really want it, I can't see anything better than the two of you being together forever."

Late that evening, Helen lay still in the dark silence of the guest bedroom, her mind concentrated on her children's problems. 

Had she done the right thing in letting them know she knew all about it? Yes! Helen was sure about that. Their reaction had left no doubt in her mind. 

Could she actually help them to find the life they wanted together? That she was less sure about. But, after all, she could do more good now that it was all in the open than if they were still trying to conceal things from her.

The night was quiet and Helen could hear the sounds of the house. The twins, her grandchildren, were sleeping noisily in the nursery room next to hers and she loved to listen to their innocent noises. She had deliberately gone to bed early – very early – to give Sara and Sam more time alone to talk through their new, unexpected situation. That had been over three hours ago and they had still not come up to bed. Helen had heard the murmur of their voices from the lounge below her bedroom but could not have made out any of their words even if she had been trying. But Helen knew better than to eavesdrop on her children at this important time.

Now, past midnight, she heard the click of the light being turned off downstairs and the soft padding of stockinged feet on the stairs as Sara and Sam came up to bed. Helen held her breath, listening to see whether Sam would go to his small camp bed in the tiny study room, or if he would join his sister in the large double bed in the main bedroom.

There was a brief whispered conversation on the landing and the door to the twins' room was softly opened, then closed again. The whispers continued for a short while, then with a warm feeling of satisfaction Helen heard only one further door closing. They had felt secure enough and confident enough to sleep together in the same bed, with her in the adjoining room. 

A contented glow spread through her body and she rolled over to try and sleep.

Some time later, she couldn't tell how long, Helen was roused from her fitful sleep when the silence of the house was disturbed by a soft but insistent knocking sound close to her. She opened her eyes and blinked in the darkness but saw nothing. She lay very still and listened. 

After a minute, the knocking was still there, but now was a little louder and appeared to come from behind her. But there was only a wall behind her! And behind that wall was……

Helen blushed from her face to her knees, despite the darkness, when she realised what that tapping must be. Sara and Sam – her own children – were at that very moment making love in the bedroom next to hers. 

She thought about the layout of the house. Both beds abutted the same partition wall, so their heads could only be inches away from hers; their bodies only a few feet away. The tapping went on longer. They must be taking things slowly and gently, Helen thought, as if they were trying not to make much sound, but at the same time bold enough to have sex, presumably thinking their mother was sound asleep.

Helen tried to ignore the steady, insistent tapping and go to sleep, but it was impossible. The sound itself was soft and low and had it been anything else, she would have simply slept through it. 

But it wasn't anything else. It was the unmistakeable sound of her children making love – having long, slow sex – together. 

The idea of them making real physical love had taken some time to get used to, but now, hearing mistakable sounds of it happening now, here, next to her, made her realise that it was really true. Her son's cock was moving in and out of her daughter's vagina as it must have been so often over recent years. Helen's chest tightened at the thought. She closed her eyes and tried to close her ears, but it was no use.

Despite her fears and her age, Helen's head filled with images. She saw the two children when they were young, playing together. Doctors and Nurses. Families. Could she have guessed then that they would grow to love each other in more than just words? No! There had been nothing then. All children played those games. 

She saw images of the two of them as teenagers, dressed up to go out, looking so good and so confidant, but still just like their friends – there had been nothing to suggest more than sibling affection then either.

She remembered how each of them had reacted to the other's choice of boyfriend or girlfriend. It had been clear then that each thought nobody else worthy of being with the other, but again that was not uncommon. Perhaps, she wondered, their first, subconscious feelings for each other were developing then. 

Helen couldn't tell when they had first taken the giant, irreversible step of making love, but she didn't care. That was private – something for the two of them alone. But she had noticed the change. Their father had noticed nothing and she had not mentioned it to him. He simply could not have accepted or understood what was going on before his eyes.

The tap-tap-tapping was still going on behind her. God! The two of them had stamina, she thought and immediately chastised herself for being sordid. At, least, she allowed, they must be very compatible in bed.

She thought of her own sexual history. Her husband, their father, had been a caring and considerate lover. They had been very much in love all their lives and she missed him terribly. She wiped away a tear as she remembered his face looking down on hers as they made love. And they had done it often, despite their ages.

The insistent tapping became faster and was suddenly joined by low, soft muffled moans that could only have come from her daughter's mouth. Helen shook her head and tried to dispel the image in her mind of their two naked bodies writhing together, Sara's long slim legs spread wide; Sam's strong wide back over her, his athletic buttocks moving relentlessly up and down.

Without noticing, Helen's fingers touched her breasts as Steven had first touched them all those years ago. Her nipples firmed, despite her age and a warm glow spread through her chest. She pictured her two children as babies, feeding eagerly from those breasts and, as the lay there, their place was taken by images of her brother as he had fondled and sucked on her soft, virgin nipples that first night in her nineteenth year.

Unconsciously, the fingers of her right hand slipped between her own thighs and began to caress her vulva. Without thinking, she ran her long middle finger lightly along the length of her slit as Sara's moans grew a little louder. The warm glow within her body grew hotter.

The tapping became faster still and the moans more intense, then they suddenly became muffled as if her daughter had stuffed something in her mouth to suppress the sound. Helen recognised herself in her daughter – she had always been a noisy lover. Helen's legs opened wider and her finger began to dance over the small hard nub of her clitoris. 

The thought drove Helen's arousal further, and her head filled with the distant but very clear memory of her own brother Steven as he had made love to her all those years ago. He had been her first lover, and she had been his. They had discovered sex together and what a discovery it had been. Even now she could picture vividly his young, virile body poised over her soft, innocent one; his face oddly puzzled and surprised as he had clumsily penetrated her for the first time. She felt as clearly as if had been yesterday, her own fear and joy as she had willingly yielded her virginity to him at the tender age of eighteen. 




The Tangled Web Ch. 18



And in those days eighteen had been a tender age.

Helen felt a distantly familiar warm, tingling feeling spread though her lower spine as her fingers toyed with her increasingly swollen clitoris. Her ears rang with the soft moans of her daughter's approaching climax merely inches from her head as her own body began to climb the steep steps to a wonderful, self induced orgasm that they had not taken since before the children were born. 

But time had not dimmed her desire. As her passion rose, Helen clearly pictured her beloved husband's face above hers, his mouth twisted as it always was when he came. She heard soft noises, not unlike those emanating from Sara, in the back of he own throat and, as she surrendered herself to her first masturbation for thirty years, the picture in her mind alternated between her husband's warm, kind features to the young, handsome face of her brother Steven as he had looked when they had made love so many times in the old air raid shelter in the garden of their parents' house.

She remembered so clearly the first time they had gone there. How Steven had persuaded her to undress. She had not made it a difficult job. How they had seen each other, touched each other and then, overcome with curiosity and fuelled with desire, had clumsily taken each other's virginity. They had made love often and had fallen in love – the same forbidden love that her own children had discovered and were even now enjoying only inches from her.

The tapping on the wall had become a fast, hard knocking as Sam reached the short, rapid thrusts that would bring him to a climax to match the one his sister was so obviously enjoying at that moment, if the animal sounds coming through the wall were a guide. Helen spread her legs wider and, as the knocking drew to an end, her body shook with the heat of her own self-induced climax, so long forgotten, but so pleasurable. She fell back onto the pillow, exhausted and fell immediately asleep.

Behind the wall, the knocking slowed and stopped. The house became silent.



The Tangled Web Ch. 19



April 2005 – Helen's Holiday

The Tangled Web is a story spanning several years and is based on the complicated lives of Sara and Sam, lovers who are brother and sister, and those they live with. Set in the English Midlands, the tale is told through a series of interlocking short stories. Although designed to be read in sequence, I have tried to make each chapter stand as a complete and satisfying story in itself.

This Chapter is long – I hope not too long – but no matter how I tried, I couldn't do justice to Helen's story in fewer words.

I hope you have the patience to read it through to the end. I think you'll like it.

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"….And we expect to be on the ground in Toronto at 18.25." The blond, slightly camp steward announced in an impossibly correct English accent.

Helen pressed the small silver button in the arm of her window seat and stared out of the small round window. The wide, comfortable business class seat reclined smoothly, its base lifting to support her legs and feet. She sipped the chilled Buck's Fizz and tried to relax as the bright white clouds sped past her. She was on her way.

Her children, Sara and Sam with their her two grandchildren had all come to the airport to see her off, not fully understanding the importance to them and their future of Helen's mission in Canada. 

Sara and Sam, her beloved but incestuous children, were now living as a couple with their own two children in a beautiful cottage in a small picturesque village in the north of Britain, far away from anyone who knew them. They were deliriously happy – more so because their mother knew about and approved of their forbidden relationship.

But Helen knew this could only be one step on a long road to security and that they would soon have to emigrate and start a completely new life together. This visit to Canada, to their Uncle Steven who had lived there for over 25 years, was a vital step on the way. 

Helen hoped so badly that she would be successful. She hoped – no, she believed – that Steven would understand and help them. She had good reasons to believe this.

To her right, a tall, well dressed, middle aged businessman was tapping away at the keyboard of his small, expensive laptop computer. She watched his surprisingly nimble fingers as they dextrously tapped out a long document which he periodically paused to read.

He noticed her watching and smiled at her. His eyes were bright and warm and ….interested! He was actually interested! Helen smiled back.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be nosy." She said apologetically.

"That's alright. There's not much else to do on these flights, is there?" The man responded warmly. "I'm William – Will, by the way."

"Helen." She replied and they shook hands slightly awkwardly over the console between them.

"Are you on business?" Will asked, observing Helen's smart travelling clothes. "I have to make this trip every month."

"I'm visiting my brother in Toronto. We've not seen much of each other for a long time." Helen replied, enjoying the novel experience of a handsome man chatting with her.

"Alone?" He asked, observing her wedding ring.

"My husband died last year." Helen said without self pity.

"Oh! I'm sorry." Will said, embarrassed.

"No! Don't be." Helen quickly responded. "We had a wonderful life together."

And as the flight progressed, she found herself talking freely about her late husband, her children and grandchildren (but not the real truth, of course) and about her excitement at visiting a country she knew so little about.

Will was an excellent listener. He told Helen truthfully that he could barely believe she was old enough to have grandchildren, which made her blush. Was he flirting with her? It had been so long that Helen couldn't be sure. Will himself was a lawyer based in London. He was married, on the whole happily, but there were always tensions; partly as a result of his spending so long away from home. Helen thought how very lucky she had been in her own choice of husband.

The time passed easily until, after the meal had been served and Helen had enjoyed two glasses of rich red wine, the cabin lights were lowered and the movies began. Will put on his headphones and concentrated on the small, bright screen in front of him. 

But Helen couldn't concentrate on the movie and soon gave up trying to watch. She turned her headphones to relaxing classical music and tried to sleep. But it was no good. After so many years she was going to see her brother Steven again! She had spoken to him briefly at the funeral, but there had been no opportunity for them to get to know each other again and he had had to return to Canada after only two days. 

Helen had initially wondered if he had deliberately avoided her, the memories of their early life and love too painful for him. But when she had telephoned him at Christmas, the week after breaking the news to her children that she knew all about their incestuous relationship, there was no mistaking the joy in his voice at the prospect of seeing her again.

But it had been so long! How would they feel? Did he now regret all they had done? Had she ruined his life? Would he be prepared to help Sara and Sam? 

Helen closed her eyes and dozed, her head full of powerful emotions.

Born during the war years, Helen and her brother Steven had known little of the actual fighting and almost nothing of their father, an RAF airman who had been killed fighting the Germans. Helen had been born in 1942, barely a year after her brother. Part of a single parent family, they had grown up through the long post-war years of rationing without a father, their mother being too busy providing for her young family even to consider allowing a new man in her life. She worked in a factory all day, and looked after Helen and Steven all the rest of her waking hours, which were long and arduous.

The two children understood how difficult things were and tried hard to make life easier for their mother. With her long hours away from home, they had grown closer and closer together; they had cooked for each other, washed each other's clothes, cleaned the house together and as a result had found only little time to see friends outside of school.

Inside school, the hard working pair had been academically bright and had both passed their eleven-plus examinations with sufficient ease to secure places in the local single sex grammar schools. This, of course, provided them with even fewer opportunities to meet the opposite sex and they grew up inexperienced and naïve, even for that innocent era. 

Physically, they were both healthy and strong, as so many ration-raised children were. Steven became tall and athletic with jet black hair; Helen was shorter and slimmer with long curly locks. Inevitably they began to attract the attention of the boys and girls around them, but all the time were fiercely close and loyal to each other. 

Their mother continued to work hard and after some years acquired a boyfriend, the foreman in the factory in which she still worked. Their 'courting' took their mother out of the house for many evenings as well as the working days and Steven and Helen were left to help each other both with their schoolwork and with the myriad of emotional problems that beset teenagers worldwide.

One night in the spring of 1960, Steven was awakened around midnight by a soft but frantic knocking at his bedroom door. He quickly jumped out of bed in his pyjama bottoms and opened the door to see his sister, now eighteen and beautiful, standing in her nightgown shivering. Her eyes were tearstained. Steven pulled her into his room and shut the door. Helen sat on the edge of his bed and he put his arm around her.

"What's the matter, Helen?" He asked. "Come on, tell me! What's wrong?"

"It's Mum…..she's …..I don't know. She sounds like she's in a lot of pain and the door's locked. I can't get in to see her!"

"Come on! Show me!" Steven had said and together they crept down the short corridor towards their mother's room at the front of the house.

The sound was low, but unmistakeable. Behind the door, their mother was making short, sharp high pitched noises. Silently, Steven tried the door handle. It was locked from the inside. The noises grew louder and the two children looked anxiously at each other.

Then the noises were joined by another sound; a low, grunting sound in what could only be a man's voice. Steven's face underwent several changes from realisation to relief to confusion to revulsion.

"What is it? What's the matter?" Helen insisted, grasping his arm.

"Come here!" He whispered. "Keep quiet!" And he led her quickly back to his bedroom and closed the door behind them once again.

"Can't we help her?" Helen begged. "Please Steven, she's in pain."

Her brother held her by the arms.

"Relax, Helen. She's alright. She's not in pain. We've just got to leave them alone."

"No! She's hurt, I'm going to…"

"No!" Steven almost shouted. She doesn't want to see you right now. She's ….well, she's busy."

Helen looked puzzled.

"Helen! She's not alone!"

Helen sat back on the bed. Suddenly her mouth dropped open and her face flushed bright red.

"You mean she's….doing it!"

"Yes, little Helen. She's 'doing it!'" Steven replied, holding her hand.

"With him? In her bed?" Steven nodded. 

Helen sat still, her mouth wide open in surprise. Finally she said vaguely "It must really hurt! I thought she was dying!"

Steven laughed. "I'm sure she's fine. We'd better go back to bed."

Suddenly Helen gasped loudly. "Steven!"

"What? What's wrong now?"

"Look!" She said and pointed to his groin.

Unbeknown to Steven, the sound of his mother making love had given him a large erection which was at that moment sticking vertically upwards through the open fly of his pyjama bottoms. Flushing as red as his sister, he quickly grabbed a pillow to cover himself.

"You had best go to bed now, Helen." He urged. "I'm….I'm sorry. You shouldn't have seen that."

Keeping his hand against his groin, Steven hurried Helen back to her room and rushed back to bed.

Nothing was spoken about the incident for nearly a whole week, but the following Friday evening there was another knock on his bedroom door. Steven opened it and let Helen into his room again.

"They're doing it again!" She whispered, excitedly.

"Doing what?" Asked Steven, sleepily.

"You know, 'it'….making love……doing it!" His sister replied and sat down next to him on the bed.

"What can I do about it? Can't you just ignore it and go to sleep?"

"No, I can't. It makes me feel all funny inside, Steve, and I keep thinking about …."

"About what?"

"About your …..you know….your thing that popped out last Sunday."

"Helen!" Steven gasped, truly shocked. "You mustn't say things like that!"

"I've just realised that I'm eighteen, Steve, and I don't know anything about….about sex." He made to object, but she interrupted him.

"Oh I know how babies are made, but I don't know anything about making love….having sex….." He voice died away in embarrassment, but then she forced herself once again."…..you know, doing it!"

Steven was speechless.

"Steve…" She went on. "I've got nobody I can ask. Mum just won't talk about things like that, and if I ask my friends they'll laugh at me for being so childish." She paused, obviously distressed.

"Can't you explain it to me? I don't want to be this stupid and naïve all my life. I'm worried I'll never know how to behave with a man." She looked at her feet, embarrassed.

"I let Jim kiss me tonight outside the cinema. It was nice, but then he tried to get his hand inside my blouse and he pressed his…thing….against me." Steven smiled. "I didn't know what to do and I froze up and stopped him. I was so embarrassed I just ran away. He yelled after me that I couldn't be a baby all my life." Her eyes were wet with tears of shame.

"I don't want to be a baby, Steve, but I can't let Jim just do it to me, everyone will get to know and I'll become one of 'those girls'. What can I do? Can you tell me?''

"To tell you the truth, Helen, I'm not very experienced myself." Steven said quietly. "I've never actually done it properly either."

"But you do know all about it, don't you? You're a boy. You know what boys think and what they feel. Please explain it to me, Steve. Please help me understand. I don't know who else I can ask."

There had been a long silence. Steven's head filled with strange thoughts. He felt a powerful stirring in his loins and the head of his growing erection pressed painfully against the cloth of his pyjama bottoms. 

He tried to dismiss the dreadful idea that was growing within him, but Helen was still standing in front of him, looking at him with pleading eyes, her body taut, anxious and beautiful.

Silently, gently, he reached towards her and slowly unbuttoned the front of his sister's nightgown, all the time expecting her to scream, or object or to slap his face. She did none of these and, feeling bolder, he slipped his warm hand inside to caress her small, firm breasts. Helen gasped.

"Did Jim do this?" He asked. 

Helen nodded and held her breath as his rough fingers touched her soft tender flesh for the first time. Steven hesitated at the warm, smooth sensation, then gently cupped his sister's soft breast in his palm. She breathed out heavily and shivered a little.

"Is it alright?" Steven whispered. Helen waited what seemed like an age, but then nodded again. He gently kneaded her breast and felt it become firmer under his touch, the nipple hardening noticeably. Steven felt his chest tightening with excitement and moved his hand from his sister's right breast to her left with the same miraculous result.

Helen's eyes closed as her brother's hands spread over her warm chest. Her breasts were firm and pointed and ached as she trembled gently while he cupped them and kneaded them. She flicked the straps of her night dress off her shoulders. It slipped down her pale torso, leaving her naked from the waist upwards.

"Is it nice?" Steven whispered. Helen just nodded again, as if deprived of the power of speech. 

Steven instinctively pressed himself against her waist. Helen could feel his erection hard within his pyjamas. It felt big and hard and frightening – but not as frightening as when Jim did it. She trusted Steven.

"Did Jim do this, too?" He asked. Helen nodded again.

"He put my hand on it too." She said, so quietly that Steven could hardly hear her. He took her right hand by the wrist and placed it on his bulge.

"Like this, Helen?"

"Yes!" She replied but this time Helen did not pull her hand away as she had done with her boyfriend. Rather she nervously pressed her palm against his swelling, and her fingers explored its shape through his pyjamas. Hot and hard, it felt strong and manly. A shiver passed up her spine.

Steven moaned very softly as his sister caressed his young, still virgin erection. One or two of his girlfriends had gone this far – a couple had gone yet further – but he was still strictly speaking almost as much a virgin as his lovely sister. And now her fingers were upon him, softer and gentler than any before. He pressed himself harder against her, trapping her hand between their two groins. He kissed her sweet breasts, feeling her hardened nipples under his tongue and between his lips.

Helen felt the pressure against her lower belly and it scared her a little. Steven was strong and could, she knew, do whatever he wanted with her. But she trusted him and cared for him and besides, this was perhaps the most exciting thing she had done in her sheltered life.

She nervously closed her fingers around his shaft, still feeling him through his pyjamas. She felt a slight thrill of power as her brother immediately moaned and tightened his grip on her. She squeezed his cock in her fingers and heard his breathing becoming tight.

"Steven?" She whispered, hardly daring to speak the words. 

"Mmmmm?" He replied, the pleasure mounting.

"Can I…..can I touch it……inside?" Her face was bright red with embarrassment. She could hardly believe her own wickedness, but she asked all the same.

Steven could hardly believe his ears and moaned in assent. His heart hammered in his chest as he felt his sister's fingers slide tentatively through the open fly of his pyjamas. They closed around his shaft and squeezed it lightly.

Helen let out a small squeal of surprise. It was firm and strong, yes, but it was also so hot and she had not expected the soft smoothness of its outer flesh or the way the skin slid so easily up and down the firm shaft. 

Steven moaned much more loudly as she slid her hand from its strange, smooth, rounded tip all the way down to its thick, hairy base. She moved her fingers lower still until she felt the tight sack between his thighs. It was firm and hairy and strange and she didn't like the feel of the rough pubic hair that covered it. Nevertheless, she squeezed it between her fingers, cupping its rock hard contents in her palm. Steven moaned loudly, bringing his lips onto hers forcefully in a passionate kiss.

Instinctively, Helen responded to his kiss in a way none of her few boyfriends had induced. Their lips slid over one another's, their eyes wide open, each searching for signs of objection or revulsion on the other's face. There were none.

Helen felt her brother's tongue sliding between her lips. It was strange and tickled her. It ran along her front teeth. She opened her mouth to do the same to him but instantly his tongue was thrust into her mouth. She was initially shocked. This was entirely new to her, but after a few seconds she relaxed into their embrace. Their tongues touched and writhed together in her mouth.

She felt a wonderful tingling as his hands slowly reached and touched all over her body, drawing her firmly towards him. Her fingers moved up and down his erection as his played up and down her spine and across her breasts whose nipples were so sensitive they ached.

Suddenly Helen's whole body stiffened as she felt her brother's hand drop down to her buttocks and knead them. She felt a totally new burning between her thighs as his hand slipped round to her front and to her horror, she felt him slide a single finger deep between her legs to stroke her vulva through her night gown.

She broke the kiss and looked into her brother's eyes.

"What are you doing?" She whispered, her voice sounding a little dreamy or drunk from her aroused state.

"I'm sorry, Helen." Steven mumbled. "I thought that as you were touching me I……well that you might want me to……" He didn't know what more to say.

Helen seemed to think about this for a long time as if weighing up the idea in her mind.

"Alright. It's sort of nice." She eventually said. "But you must stop if I tell you to."

"In that case the same goes for you, Helen." Steven countered. Helen nodded in assent. 

Helen shyly removed her nightgown and they lay awkwardly together on Steven's bed. As their hands moved tentatively towards each other's groins once again, the atmosphere became more loaded with tension and passion. There was no giggling or crudeness. Rather it was sweet and oddly innocent as very nervously they touched each other once again.

As her brother's fingertips brushed against her short, soft pubic hair, Helen felt an unfamiliar wave of pleasure spread through her body. At first she found it frightening, but within seconds her body had instinctively shown her what to do. Her tight, nervous legs began to relax and, eyes closed, her mind filled with images of opening flowers as she felt a man's fingers exploring her most private zones for the first time. 

Helen's long, slim fingers wrapped themselves again around her brother's shaft and she pumped him a little more firmly. She felt his chest heave with pleasure and his body stiffen and relax in time with the strokes of her hand. She loved the strength of his manhood, the raw animal pleasure his body was obviously feeling seemed to match her own.




The Tangled Web Ch. 19



In return, with great tenderness, Steven's fingers spread out and over Helen's body, stroking the pale soft skin in the creases where her thighs met the tight curls of her pubic hair. She gasped and moaned softly. Gently, he insinuated his fingertips between her outer lips and slowly slid them up and down. 

To his surprise, Steven felt Helen's body tense, then relax as his hand became wet, and a new and unusual smell filled his nostrils. It's strange, earthy power made his body ache with desire and he reached his middle finger deep into his sister's tight, wet vagina. 

Helen's body went rigid and Steven feared he had taken things too far. He waited for her to push him away; for the tears and recriminations that would inevitably follow. But she did not object. She stayed still for what seemed an age, then her lovely body relaxed and, incredibly, Steven felt his sister's legs open wider still to allow his hands to resume their work. 

Her eyes closed, Steven fingered his sister's warm, soft body nervously, sliding his fingertips along the length of her opening, feeling the strange unfamiliar wetness spreading over the softness firmness of her outer lips; the strange clinging feeling of her inner lips and the hard nub at its apex. Helen squirmed and wriggled under his touch, unconsciously rubbing herself against his hand, feeling small waves of heat rolling up and down her spine. 

Driven by a new and frightening passion, Helen's hands were moving faster and faster up and down her brother's shaft. She pumped the long, smooth firmness, she ran her palm over its rock hard smooth tip; she cupped and fondled the tight sack at its base, feeling Steven react with every touch. It felt strong; it felt very masculine; it felt dangerous; she knew all this had to stop, that it was wrong, but was powerless to control her own body or her own curiosity.

Then, suddenly, it happened! Without warning, Steven's body went stiff, his breath caught in his throat; he drove his finger painfully into his sister's weeping vagina and Helen found her hands, arms and belly covered in sticky white semen. She recoiled in shock.

Steven had obviously ejaculated before, by masturbating and in wet dreams, but this was a terrible and embarrassing accident and neither of them was sure just what to expect. Helen almost screamed in surprise when the sticky fluid sprayed all over her and Steven moaned aloud as his erection throbbed and pulsed in his sister's hand.

They were both terrified. Steven looked anxiously into Helen's eyes and, to his horror, initially saw what he thought was a look of disgust. Steven burst into silent tears of embarrassment and, pulling himself away from her, ran from the bedroom and locked himself in the bathroom where he began to almost violently wash the hateful fluid from his sticky body. 

Helen, almost in tears herself ran to the bathroom door and called in a hoarse whisper for him to let her in. Her brother did not reply. She called again more insistently, afraid of bringing their mother or her boyfriend out to see what the commotion was. Eventually she heard the bolt drawn back. Helen slowly turned the handle and entered the room, standing naked in front of her beloved brother who almost cowered by the bathroom sink.

Helen boldly crossed the room and put her hand on his shoulder. He pulled away from her, but she persisted, sitting on the edge of the bath alongside him and putting her arms around him.

"Don't worry, Steve." She whispered. He turned away from her.

"Really, don't worry! It's alright!" She continued, feeling a strange excitement as a tiny trickle of semen ran down her belly and across her inner thigh. Helen hugged her brother, her head on his shoulder until he finally began to relax.

"I'm so sorry, Helen…." Steven began, but his sister put her finger on his lips to silence him.

"Don't be!" She reassured him. "We'll just have to be more careful…..next time."

Steven turned towards her, his eyes wide open in surprise.

"Next time? You really want there to be a next time?" He asked, astonished.

Helen squeezed his hand.

"Only if you do, Steve." She told him, looking shy and rather sheepish.

He hugged her tightly before Steven tiptoed back to his bedroom.

Helen washed herself down in the bathroom as quietly as she could. It had been an extraordinary evening. She felt older now; more experienced; more grown up; and just a little guilty. She had expected to feel more guilt, but somehow she couldn't. 

Oh yes! There would be a 'next time'!"

And indeed within a week there was a second, then a third time.

Quickly becoming used to the forbidden pleasures, Helen learned how to use her hands to make her brother come only when they both wanted it. Steven loved the intense delight of her touch. Helen loved the feeling of power it gave her. 

As they gradually lost more and more of their inhibitions, so Steven's touching of his sister's young vulva grew bolder and bolder. Thrusting his long middle finger deep into her newly discovered, welcoming vagina, he began to feel and touch its warm, moistness. 

Exploring the depths of her body, from her tight entrance to as deep within as he could reach, Steven quickly discovered the rough spot just behind his sister's pubic bone which made her gasp with pleasure and surprise when he touched it. Delving deeper, his face filled with astonishment when his fingertips brushed against Helen's cervix and she in turn, driven by a new and almost frightening passion, grasped his erection and pumped it with almost wild abandon, pressing her mouth onto his with a force that shocked him. 

Helen's vulva became much wetter and got more obviously excited and she began to pant and moan more. Steven noticed with astonishment how her smell changed as her excitement rose and his hand got stickier and stickier the more he stroked her. The incredible smell of her body made him shiver and his whole frame pulsed with a new passion that almost frightened him.

Their touching had continued for almost four months until one night the inevitable happened.

It was Thursday and, as their mother was working on the late shift, they were taking advantage of her absence by having a long, relaxed 'touching' in Helen's bedroom. Surrounded by her few remaining childhood toys, they were both naked on her single bed and had been touching for a while. Steven had a full scale erection which his sister was stroking and pumping. Helen was wet and panting gently as her juices spread stickily down the back of her brother's hand.

What made that night difference was that, unknown to Helen, earlier that day Steven had been loaned some porn magazines by a school friend and had spent over an hour reading them alone in his room. They had been crude and had initially shocked him, but there had been pictures of full sex in a number of positions and Steven's eyes had been glued to the page (his hands being otherwise occupied). The experience had left him excited and confused, and as Helen stroked his cock more and more, Steven could feel the now familiar burning between his legs which announced an impending ejaculation beginning much earlier than usual.

Afterwards, Steven couldn't explain what had possessed him, but this time he knew that touching just wasn't enough.

Instead of warning Helen he was about to cum, Steven lost control of himself. Roughly pushing Helen back onto the bed, he forcefully rolled himself over on top of her, thrusting his knees between his sister's thighs, spreading her legs apart and – after two badly aimed mistakes – forcing his erection into her wet vagina. 

Helen's eyes flew open wide and her body became rigid. Her legs stiffened as if to repel him, but Steven was beyond control now and thrust his erect cock as far as it would go into his sister's vagina. Helen's face screwed up in a grimace that looked like pain, her face furious, but suddenly, to his surprise, he thought he saw a wave of pleasure crossed her face. It disappeared almost at once.

Steven pulled back once, his whole body shaking, and then pressed firmly into her again. The strange look of pleasure on her face reappeared, and then vanished as before. He pulled back a second time, feeling his sister's body hot, wet and incredibly tight all around his shaft, then drove back into her again. The look definitely reappeared this time.

Steven tried one more clumsy thrust but this time the tightness of her vagina and his extreme excitement were too much and after only three strokes he immediately began to convulse as he came uncontrollably in her soft body. 

Steven shouted incoherently as he came and Helen burst into tears. Out of control, he couldn't stop his youthful body pumping what felt like a river of semen into his sister's soft virgin vagina, which pulsed around his shaft as if she was milking the last few drops out of his rapidly softening cock. 

Helen's eyes opened wide. Steven couldn't bear to look at her as the cold hard realisation of what he had done spread through him, but he couldn't stop thrusting until his powerful spasms had ceased and he finally began to soften within her.

When it was finally over, Steven nervously rolled off his sister's still body and lay silently on his back, panting. Helen turned away from him and he saw her shoulders heaving up and down. 

Steven touched his sister's arm but she pulled herself away from him. He could hear soft sobbing sounds coming from her. He tried to speak but the words choked in his throat.

"Go away!" She mumbled into the pillow. She turned to look at him. "GET AWAY FROM ME" She screamed.

Ashamed of himself, Steven silently stood up and walked to door, along the short landing and into his own bedroom. He put on his pyjamas and climbed into bed. But sleep wouldn't come. He lay on his back in the darkness, the demons in his mind running over and over the wicked thing he had done. 

After what seemed like an age, he heard the sound of water running into the bath and pictured his sister, her cheeks streaked with tears, trying to scrub away the evidence of his treachery.

Steven coldly realised that he had given Helen choice. No choice at all! She hadn't really resisted but, if he was honest, it would have done no good if she had. He had decided to fuck her and he had forced himself into her. He began to feel ashamed.

Strictly speaking, Steven knew he had raped his sister. He knew he would remember all his life the look of shock and horror on her face as he had first forcibly penetrated her. There had been just a little resistance as he had penetrated her, but it had all been so incredible and he had been so driven by animal lust that at the time he just knew he had to get himself inside her. 

And now he had ruined it all. He had done the unforgivable. He felt tears falling down his cheeks and stared guiltily into the darkness.

After what seemed half the night, his bedroom door quietly opened and a dark shape came into the room. It was Helen. She had wrapped a white towel around herself and, when he turned on the bedside light, looked incredibly young, her long dark hair falling loose around her face. 

But she also looked hurt and more than a little puffy around the eyes. Steven had never realised just how beautiful she was before. 

"Why did you do it, Steve?" She asked quietly but accusingly.

Steven couldn't look her in the eyes.

"I….I just couldn't help it. It was like something took me over. I'm really sorry, Helen."

"How could you?" She was choking over her tears. "I trusted you. I thought you understood!"

Despite his obvious guilt, Steven began to feel unjustly attacked. After all they had been touching each other for a long time. It wasn't as if she hadn't been complicit at all. But he knew he was at fault.

"I said I'm sorry, Helen and I am. Really I am!" Steven was almost shouting, trying to convince her. Helen shushed him anxiously.

"But it's not as if I'd never touched you before, is it?" He persisted in a hoarse whisper.

Helen came up close to him and stared into his face.

"You really don't understand, do you?" Her voice, though low, was hard and accusing. 

"It's my choice who I give my virginity to, not yours." She turned away, then spun round to face him again.

"AND WHAT IF I'M PREGNANT YOU SELFISH BASTARD?"

The next two weeks had been awful. They had barely spoken to each other and the atmosphere in the house had become heavy. They started avoiding each other at mealtimes and eventually their mother asked what the matter was. They both answered unconvincingly, but neither of them would say much and the matter was dropped – at least temporarily.

It was on the third Friday morning that it all changed. Helen hadn't spoken to her brother for a full week. In fact they hadn't even seen each other for four days when, to Steven's astonishment, Helen had breezed into the kitchen as he drank his breakfast orange juice and greeted both him and their mother warmly. 

Steven stared open mouthed at her, a questioning look on his face. 

Helen said nothing to him, but bent to their mother's ear and whispered something.

Their mother whispered back, but this time Steven overheard.

"In my bedside drawer, dear."

Suddenly, understanding flooded in on him. Helen was asking for sanitary towels! She wasn't pregnant! 

Steven almost cheered – in fact he did stand up and move towards his sister to hug her before he suddenly realised how close he was to making a serious mistake. He quickly diverted to the fridge and re-filled his glass with orange juice, before leaving the room, his hands trembling.

Steven was sitting on the edge of his bed, wondering what to do next, when the door opened slowly and a familiar face peered around the edge.

"Hello Steve." Helen said cheerfully, entering the room quietly and firmly closing the door behind her. "You understood?"

Steven nodded, and smiled. "It's such a relief, Helen. I was so worried. And I thought you hated me."

"YOU were worried?" She burst out loudly, then checked herself and whispered: "How do you think I felt?"

He rose and held her tightly in her arms.

"It must have been almost unbearable for you. And I wasn't much help, was I?"

"No you weren't!" She said sternly, then lightened up a little.

Helen pushed her brother away gently and stared at him, as if making up her mind about something. She spoke clearly and precisely, as if she had been practicing what to say.

"Steve, now it's all ok, I want to tell you something important."

"What is it Helen?"

"When you….we….did it, it was" She flushed bright pink. "…..well, once it started it was really nice."

"What?" Steven's mouth literally dropped open

"It felt really nice. It was…. a pity it……. was so short!"

Steven's mouth dropped open. Helen put her index finger under his chin and closed his jaw.

"If…..if you feel ….the same……I'd ….I'd really like to…..to do it again sometime."

"You would? Really?" Steven asked, unable to believe his ears.

"Yes, really! But next time we use a …. You know …. A 'thing', right? You promise? And I get my say about what happens. OK?"

Steven smiled broadly. "Whatever you say, Helen. Anything." He hugged her so tightly she yelped.

For the next two days, buying a pack of condoms became Steven's top priority. 

In the early 'sixties, it wasn't an easy thing to do - they could only be bought in a few places - chemist shops, barber shops and a few vending machines in insalubrious places. But Steven persevered and after several failed attempts finally found himself alone in a chemist shop in a nearby town.

Flushed pink with embarrassment, he quickly bought two 'packets of three' from the supercilious white coated assistant and almost ran from the place with an expression of guilt on his face.

That night, after their mother had gone to bed and long after she should have been asleep, Helen crept into her brother's room. Steven had lit a candle on his bedside table and watched speechless as his sister slipped her night gown up and over her head, then slid under the blankets alongside him. 

She was warm and soft and smelled of bath oil. Steven knew everything was different tonight.

He raised his hand to her breasts in the way their touching usually started, and expected to feel her fingers on his lower belly, but instead he felt her lips on his for the first time as a willing – no eager lover. 

It was electric! They kissed slowly and tentatively at first, then more passionately and their mouths opened automatically to let their tongues touch.

Locked together at the lips, Steven's hands now felt their way over her breasts and down her belly while his sister's fingers grasped his bursting erection and squeezed. He slipped his finger clumsily between her labia and felt her gasp and pause, then after stroking her outer and inner lips with his fingertips, he plunged his middle finger deep into her vagina.

Steven felt Helen's grasp on his cock tighten and she began to pump him steadily. Steven's fingers flicked over Helen's labia and thrust in and out of her wet vagina, his hand turning around to stretch her. Helen moaned into his mouth as they kissed and her pleasure increased. 

By now he was more familiar with his own body and after a few minutes of Helen's caresses, could feel the early stages of his climax beginning deep within him. He paused and, breaking away from her lips asked:

"Are you ready? Are you sure?"

Helen's eyes were cloudy and dreamy with her excitement but her response was clear. She looked straight into his eyes and nodded. Steven pulled away slightly and reached across to the slim packet on the table top.

He tore open its top and pulled out the contents. He had already wasted an entire packet earlier that afternoon in vain but finally successful attempts to practice putting one on his misbehaving cock, but nevertheless in the heat of passion he was clumsy and it took several attempts to clothe his erection in the smooth, skin tight latex. 

The thought of his beautiful sister lying next to him and wanting him made his hands shake and his heart thumped in his chest.

Finally he was ready and turned towards Helen's waiting body. She stroked his face and, rolled onto her back to spread her legs. For Steven – her brother! He almost came on the spot, but fighting back the urge as best he could; he knelt between her knees and, taking his weight on his left arm, tried to guide his cock into her wet vagina with his right.

At first he missed and kept hitting Helen's vulva too high up – on the clitoris and even higher which made her wince, Eventually, Helen reached down and, taking the end of her brother's cock in her fingers, guided it between her swollen lips and into her body.

Oh my God! Steven slid right into her up to the hilt. Helen's head jerked back in shocked surprise, then her eyes, wide and staring fixed on his.

"Are you ok?" He asked. "I'm not hurting you?"

Helen shook her head and smiled dreamily. Steven drew himself tentatively back until his cock almost left her body, then slid it slowly back into her. Helen gasped again. He repeated this and with each slow stroke, she gasped or panted. Her face began to flush.

Despite the plastic barrier between their bodies, Steven's whole being felt hot and alive. Helen's hot body gripped him tightly. He could hear the soft, wet sounds of their union and smell her increasingly excited sex as his head filled with desire. His chest ached and he realised he had been holding his breath as he rocked back and forth, thrusting into Helen's wetness.

This was real! This was actually happening! He was really fucking his lovely sister and she had really asked him to do it! And it was so wonderful! 

Too soon, he felt the familiar burning between my thighs that told of impending ejaculation.




The Tangled Web Ch. 19



"Not now! Not so soon!" He begged to himself, but the result was inevitable and unavoidable.

Steven began to pump into and out of Helen's vagina faster and faster as his climax took over. He was a little scared as he felt himself losing control of his body, feeling it thrust faster and harder into his sister as if it belonged to another being. He was thrusting harder and harder but couldn't stop. Surely, he thought, he must be hurting her.

But what amazed him most was the transformation that came over his sweet little sister. Her eyes closed tightly, her face screwed up, her mouth opened wide and short sharp moans and grunts burst forth as he slammed into her. Her legs, already open wide, seemed to spread impossibly wider and he felt himself driving even deeper into her. Her chest and cheeks glowed red in the candlelight and tears began to run from her eyes. Her fingernails scraped across his chest as she cried out in passion.

Despite his imminent orgasm, Steven knew their mother was in the room just across the landing so he pressed his mouth onto Helen's to stifle the cries. This seemed to make things even worse; Helen almost screamed into his mouth and plunged her tongue into him as his final short thrusts announced a huge and incredibly pleasurable ejaculation.

Steven felt Helen's body go limp under him and released her lips from his. She lay there still, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling almost comically. He raised his body from hers and his softening cock slid from her vagina. It felt strange, slightly sore and the weight of the semen-filled condom dragged it downwards. 

Steven looked down at himself. It was almost grotesque, but he tried to ignore it and rolled close to Helen on the single bed, taking her in his arms and holding her.

"Are you ok now?" He asked, softly.

She nodded.

"Did I hurt you?"

A small shake of the head.

"Did you enjoy it?"

Then Helen was upon him, hugging him and kissing him.

"Steve!" She gasped. "It was the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me."

It was Steven's turn to smile and nod.

"Me too Helen. I've never felt like that before – not even when you make me – you know – with your hands."

"We will do it again, won't we?" She asked, pleadingly.

"God yes!" He replied, laughing out loud. "Just try and stop me!"

For the next week they were like children with a new toy. They sneaked off and made love, for that's what it soon became, every day – sometimes twice if circumstances allowed - each time becoming more experienced and expert at bringing pleasure to the other.

But it couldn't keep going at that pace for long. After a month they had settled into a pattern, making love once or twice a week, but they were content with their relationship and those times were always good.

In those days, the pill was new and only available from doctors, so their lovemaking was always marred by the presence of a condom. Helen, as an unmarried girl, could not easily get contraceptives from her doctor without arousing comment or suspicion.

For nearly two years their affair had blossomed. Each had almost entirely given up contact with other girls or boys, not realising the strangeness of this behaviour and the concerns it gave their mother.

In the end it was these concerns that were their undoing. They were caught!

In was late on a Saturday afternoon. Supposedly on highly profitable overtime, the factory at which their mother worked was subject to the first attack of what soon became a national pastime – strikes! The machine minders, flexing their newly-discovered industrial muscle, had walked out in a dispute over a very minor issue and all other workers were sent home.

Their mother had arrived home a full two hours early to find the house in silence – well nearly in silence.

Upstairs, in Steven's bedroom, he and Helen were making love. Thinking the house was empty, they were making no attempt at keeping quiet and Helen's moans were just audible from downstairs.

Believing them to be cries of pain, their mother rushed up the stairs, the moans and cries getting louder with every step. By the time she reached the small landing, the true nature of the moans from both male and female voices was horrifyingly obvious.

The door to Steven's bedroom was flung open and their mother stood on the threshold, horrified. In front of her, her daughter lay naked and moaning loudly on the bed, her legs splayed wide open while her brother, also naked, thrust himself into her vagina. 

They were fucking! And, much worse, were really enjoying it!

She gasped, and then screamed – a coarse, low horrified shout. The two siblings froze.

Lying back in her business class seat, Helen tried not to remember the harsh things their mother had said or the names she had called them. The two lovers had been literally locked in their separate bedrooms for nearly two whole days while their mother – obviously unable to talk to anyone else for advice – decided what could possibly be done for the best. 

In the end – and it was a bitter end - Steven was forced to join the army immediately. He went away to training camp the following week and was sent abroad soon afterwards. 

Helen had hardly seen him for ten years.

Helen herself was watched like a hawk for years. But instead of simply keeping her locked up, in an unusually sensitive decision, her mother tried as hard as she could to introduce Helen to good looking, eligible young men to broaden her outlook – and ideally to get her married off. 

The siblings' secret died with their mother years later. Nobody but Steven and Helen knew of their illicit relationship. The disgrace would have been too much for their mother to bear, and she had never mentioned it to them again. In those days the swinging sixties hadn't really begun - they still believed in saving yourself for your husband. Even in the early sixties, the loss of Helen's virginity would have made her unacceptable in many men's eyes.

But things had worked out well, for Helen at least. She had eventually met her husband – Sara and Sam' father – and they had been as happy as any couple have a right to be. 

Steven on the other hand had been married and divorced three times and now lived in Canada. She had last seen him at the funeral but of course couldn't have really talked to him then, and before that had not seen him in the flesh for nearly ten years. She still felt close to him and, now that she was a widow, he was the only person in the entire world who could possibly understand the situation she, Sara and Sam were in now.

"….and make sure your seat back is in the upright position. We will be on the ground in about fifteen minutes."

"You had a long rest." Will was saying as Helen slowly awoke. "I hope I didn't bore you to sleep!" He said, laughingly.

"Not at all!" Helen smiled back at him. "It's nice to talk to someone new and interesting."

And it had been, she thought. It was also nice to be flirted with once again. In a way, it made all that exercise, all that dieting, all those visits to the gym worthwhile – even if she would never see Will again.

The plane landed a little bumpily and taxied to the terminal slowly. Helen gathered all her belongings together and, when the seat belt lights were extinguished, stood up and stretched her aching legs. Will lifted her hand baggage down from the overhead compartment.

"Have a good visit" He said. "I hope you enjoy the city – your brother will know his way around well by now."

Helen had smiled her thanks, but Will pressed a business card into her hand.

"If you fancy dinner one night, give me a call. My mobile is always on." He smiled and they parted.

Helen was still pleasantly puzzled when she collected her luggage from the carousel and passed through customs to the arrivals hall. She looked around.

After a few seconds, she saw him. Tall and slim, well dressed and looking very young for his sixty-five years, a sliver haired Steven was waiting smiling at the barrier.

All thought of Will left her head as she walked towards him.



The Tangled Web Ch. 20



April 2005 – Helen's Holiday Continued

The Tangled Web is a story spanning several years and is based on the complicated lives of Sara and Sam, lovers who are brother and sister, and those they live with. Set in the English Midlands, the tale is told through a series of interlocking short stories. Although designed to be read in sequence, I have tried to make each chapter stand as a complete and satisfying story in itself.

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Early morning spring sunshine flooded through the pale curtains in the cottage's brightly painted master bedroom, bringing a warm glow to the two figures under the white duvet in the large double bed.

Still tired and jet-lagged from his intercontinental flight, Sam lay on his left side, his eyes closed, peacefully asleep. Behind him his sister Sara lay facing his broad naked back. Her eyes were open as she listened to his slow, steady breathing. She had lain there since the dawn chorus had woken her, peacefully enjoying his warm, comforting presence; almost unable to believe their new situation.

For Sara and Sam, brother and sister, now lived as husband and wife in an old stone cottage in a small village in the north of Britain. Their neighbours had no inkling that the attractive young couple in their midst, with the increasingly boisterous twins, were not all they seemed to be.

Their father having sadly died late in the previous year, their mother Helen had, after much inward searching, broken the shocking news that she had known about her children's incestuous relationship for several years. While Sara and Sam were still reeling from this revelation, she had broken the even more astounding news that, not only was she not horrified by it, she was actually prepared to help them in their half-formed plans to be together.

What would have shocked Sara and Sam even more, had they known it, was the fact that their mother had enjoyed her own incestuous relationship with their Uncle Steven. But that had been a secret for over forty years and Helen wasn't going to let a soul know about it now.

Sam wriggled a little in his sleep. Sara, still overcome by the novelty of sleeping and waking with the man she loved, watched his broad back for signs that he was beginning to wake. Sam stretched his legs and rolled over to face her, his body increasingly restless in his sleep. 

Sara looked at his ruffled hair and his chin which, after his long journey, badly needed shaving. She smiled. Even asleep she thought he was irresistible – rugged, slightly wild – and she felt the familiar butterflies in her stomach.

She dozed, absently playing with the diamond engagement ring on the third finger of her left hand, wondering how best to rouse him.

Over three thousand miles away, Sara and Sam's slim, dignified, sixty-three year old mother Helen sipped her coffee in the high level café, gazing out over the million lights of the city at night. Across the table her brother Steven, tall, slim and steel-grey haired, smiled indulgently at his sister's almost child-like delight.

The two of them had passed a wonderful few days seeing the sights of Toronto and visiting Steven's extended family, all of whom lived within an hour's drive of his large, comfortable house in the suburbs. Helen knew her brother lived there alone, having sold his recruitment and training business in his early fifties, but was surprised to see how well he lived. He had collected her from the airport in an expensive sports car even Helen could recognise as a Porsche and, she had to admit, he looked better than ever.

Helen had been introduced to Steven's four children – all girls – and their three mothers – all busty blondes. Helen had warmed to all three of them, but was more than a little amused to note how very similar they all were and how different from Helen they appeared to be. 

Not for the first time Helen wondered whether her own relationship with her brother had brought him sorrow over the years.

They had visited Niagara, and had stood together, Helen awestruck by the spectacle, watching the thundering waters as they plummeted headlong over the high falls. As they stood side by side, Helen slipped her arm through her brother's and leaned against his shoulder. Steven's arm went around her shoulders, warm and comforting.

They had walked arm in arm along the river front, listening to the roar of the rapids, until they found an inviting restaurant where they took the last remaining table for two overlooking the falls in the evening twilight. 

They had enjoyed seafood the like of which Helen had seldom tasted before, its flavour enhanced by a crisp Sauvignon Blanc. Helen had felt quite light headed by the time the coffee arrived, but fought to keep her wits about her – she had an important job to do and Steven was the only person in the world who could understand.

The conversation had settled into a relaxed pause between topics and Steven was staring through the window at the last few rays of sunshine as they boiled away into the waters. Helen knew instinctively that the moment had come to broach the subject that had spurred her into making this long but immensely enjoyable trip.

"Steve?" She began. He turned to look at her, laying his coffee cup on the saucer alongside his plate.

"Mmm?" He replied, his eyes bright and interested.

"Steve, do you ever think about....the old days? About....well, about what happened between us?"

"I wondered which of us would be the first to bring it up." He laughed. 

"Well?" She pressed him.

"Only every day, Helen. Well, perhaps every other day."

"I often wondered whether it had ruined you life. I missed you so badly, Steve, when you were sent away. But you know I wasn't allowed even to write to you once you went."

"I know, Helen. I know. I wrote to you every day for a month but you never replied. I just thought you regretted it all so much."

Helen was enraged.

"Steve! I never received a single one of those letters. Not one. I thought you were regretting it too!"

"Mother!" Steven almost shouted, turning away. "I think she died still hating me!"

"Don't be bitter, Steve. She never hated you. But she could never have understood." Helen insisted, holding his arm tightly, steeling herself for the next, vital step. "Which is why I want to be a better, more understanding mother than she was."

Her brother looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"

There was an over-long pause as Helen chose her next words carefully.

"Steve, how would you feel if your own children became....well, involved.....like we were?"

"As they're all girls, that's not very likely, is it?" He laughed in a self-conscious manner.

"But if they weren't all girls. And if they did......?" Helen pressed him for an answer.

Helen's voice was low and serious. Steven fell silent for a moment, as if thinking hard about his response.

"I suppose I'd want to understand why it was happening. Whether it was really love, or just physical lust. Whether they were just infatuated with each other or really had potential as a couple." He looked into her eyes. "Why are you asking this, Helen? You must have a good reason to bring that up after – what is it – over forty years?"

Helen could have wept with relief at her brother's reply, which she knew to be nothing more or less than the truth. She gripped his hand firmly.

"Steve, I need to talk to you about something. Something very secret. Something really important. Something I think only you could come close to understanding."

Steven looked around them. The restaurant was emptying and there were no occupied tables nearby. The closest diners were two young couples, too much engrossed in each other to overhear any secret Helen might disclose.

"Will you swear to keep it totally secret?" She went on, feeling childish. Steven grinned and traced the index finger of his right hand in a cross across his chest.

"Cross my heart and hope to die" He said. Helen smiled.

"Alright, Steve." Helen swallowed, then began to speak.

"I'm worried..."

And she had told him as much of the story of her own children, Sara and Sam, as she knew. How they had fallen in love years ago; how they had deliberately conceived and given birth to twins; how they were living together in secret in the north of Britain; how they wanted to be married and live as husband and wife.

When she had finished, Steven had sat back in his chair in silence. It had been a full two minutes before he spoke, a time which felt to Helen more like two hours, through which she held her hands tightly together in her lap to stop herself trembling. 

Steven's face was cold, serious. Did it mean disapproval? Had she misjudged him? Would she somehow have to try and pretend it wasn't all true?

Steve, please answer! She silently begged. Then, as she watched, his face softened.

"How do you want me to help?" He asked at length, his voice soft and reassuring.

"Well.......well I......" Helen was almost overwhelmed with relief. "Oh Steve!" She cried out, and hugged him across the table, spilling salt and pepper all over the white tablecloth.

The loud calling of the birds outside her window roused Sara from her doze. She turned over to look at the bedside clock. Seven fifteen. The twins would be waking any minute; if they were to make love as she so badly wanted to, they would have to start soon. 

Behind her, her brother Sam rolled over again. Sara hoped his restlessness showed he was beginning to wake. With a broad grin, she decided to remove the element of chance.

She wriggled forward in the bed and blew lightly on the back of his neck. Sam stretched in his sleep and his hand brushed against his face as if wafting away a fly. She blew again, harder this time and smiled as her brother slowly half-rolled onto his back, then forward again to face away from her. Sara, amused, blew onto her dozing brother's neck for a third time. This time he began to roll towards her. Quickly, she turned away so that, when he settled on his right side, her smooth, slender back was towards him.

Sara lay still, waiting, a broad smile on her pretty face.

Sam began to wake after a night of deep, jetlag-induced sleep. There was brightness behind his closed eyelids and he tentatively opened one eye. It was daylight. He was in his bed – no! He was in their bed; the double bed he now shared nightly with his beautiful little sister. 

He tentatively opened both eyes and there she was, lying in front of him. 

Sam could still not quite believe that, after so many years of wanting, dreaming, he could finally live and sleep with his beautiful, sexy sister Sara every day. Waking up with her was one of the greatest joys in his life. She was lying with her back towards him, apparently asleep, but as he watched her, Sam became suspicious that her breathing was faster than a sleeping girl's usually was and that every so often her shoulders shook as if she was giggling.

Sam smiled a knowing smile and shuffled himself across the sheet towards her. Silently, he wriggled his boxer shorts down over his buttocks to his knees and pressed his naked, hot body against her smooth back, his chest against her shoulders; his thighs against the back of her thighs; his slowly-firming cock against her buttocks through her cotton night dress.

Sara felt the heat of his body against hers and shivered in anticipation. Behind her, her brother felt her trembling and slipped his left hand around her waist, lifting her nightdress as high as her navel (did she raise her hips to help him?) and pulling her soft body into his as he showered the nape of her neck with tiny kisses. Her hair fell across his face and he breathed in her morning freshness. 

The effect on his erection was immediate. Sam's cock became harder and harder and his strengthening erection pressed against the deep crack between his sister's soft, smooth buttocks. Sara raised her left leg the merest inch, opening a gap between her thighs into which Sam's erection smoothly slipped. She closed her thighs once again, trapping his manhood tightly against her moistening vulva, her buttocks warm against his lower belly and thighs.

Sara felt the length, strength and hardness of her brother's cock as it pressed lengthways along her slit. She felt warm and as he began to slide his hips in tiny but purposeful movements, she felt her outer lips swelling and her inner core lubricating. It felt good.

Sam lowered his hands and gently caressed Sara's soft, smooth buttocks and the backs of her slender thighs. He shivered as he felt the heat of her vulva on the upper side of his erection. His hands slipped around her waist and upwards under her raised night dress to cup and lightly stroke her small, still firm breasts. He toyed lightly with her nipples. They hardened between his fingers.

Warm feelings of love and security washed over Sara. Entwined in her brother's strong arms, in a bed from which they did not need to run, with their beautiful children asleep in the next room, Sara felt closer to true happiness than she could ever remember. She wanted to cement it so badly; wanted to take away the last remnants of fear; wanted to feel Sam sliding the gold ring onto her finger, wanted.....

But right now she wanted her brother inside her more than anything else. 

Without turning to look at Sam, Sara bent forwards in the bed, drawing her knees upwards towards her chest. Sam's cock slid out from between her thighs and slapped onto the sheet. Sam, understanding his sister's unspoken message, brought his hands once again to her smooth buttocks and caressed them softly, before tracing a line with his long middle finger slowly down her spine and into the crack between her buttocks. Sara shivered as he drew his fingertip over the tight, sensitive skin of her crack, over her tightly puckered anus and down towards her moist, opening. Its dampness surprised and delighted him, and his arousal increased to match hers. 

Sam gently slid his fingertip up and down her outer lips, seeing his sister's shoulders tremble a little, but still not speaking. He slipped it further along, gently parting her inner lips and seeking her clitoris. Sara moaned as his fingers found their target. She shook momentarily with joy, but then pressed his hand back down towards her entrance.

She wanted this man inside her; truly inside her. She wanted to feel his length penetrating deep into her body – into her soul. She wanted to feel his tension; hear his passion; feel his release as he filled her with his seed.

As if on cue, Sam slipped his finger deep into Sara's vagina. She breathed out heavily and without thinking, pressed herself back onto his hand. Sam's long middle finger was joined by a second; increasing Sara's pleasure as between them they stretched her tightly. Sam twisted his hand round and round to seek her G spot but the angle was against them. 

Nevertheless, Sara felt her pleasure mounting and began to tremble more and more. Small choking sounds escaped from her throat as he fingered her deeply from behind, crooking his finger to reach her hidden pearl.

Sara thrust herself backwards onto his hand as she felt the faint early stages of a climax rising within her. Sam's hand became wetter and stickier as her juices changed with her increasing arousal. He smelled the familiar and incredibly arousing aroma of his little sister's demanding body. 

Sam carefully withdrew his hand from her vagina and quickly replaced it with his almost painful erection, plunging it deep into Sara's vagina from behind, his lips showering kisses on her long, slender back. They both let out involuntary moans of delight.

Giving birth to the twins had unquestionably robbed Sara's vagina of some of its youthful tightness, to their joint but unspoken disappointment. But they had quickly discovered that there were some positions – and this was an important one – that could make her feel as tight as she had felt all those years ago when her brother had first entered her body on the beach in Spain.

Sara drew her knees up even higher and pressed them together to squeeze her brother's erection within her. She gasped with delight as she felt his size tightly against the pulsing, sensitive walls of her vagina. Her eyes opened wide – in this position, Sam's cock felt almost as big as David's monstrous erection had felt, but with so much more love and sensitivity. Sara chided herself for allowing a memory of David to enter her mind.

Sam began his gentle thrusts into her, quickly building up speed and depth. His arms wrapped themselves around her waist, drawing her into his chest, then slipped down her slightly loose tummy to her hot vulva, toying once again with her clitoris as his cock stretched her inner lips around its girth. 

Sara moaned again, but wary of frightening the twins, thrust a corner of the pillow into her mouth to muffle the noises that kept escaping from her throat. Sam's hands moved once again up to her breasts, kneading and fondling them as his thrusts became faster and faster.

Waves of pleasure spread through Sara as her the rounded head of her brother's cock swelled within her body, greatly increasing the pressure within her vagina and almost locking them together as he began to come noisily. Sam's passion took over his body as the familiar burning between his thighs announced the imminent arrival of his climax and with short, frantic little thrusts his semen flowed freely into his sister's warm dark core. Sara felt his release as she bit hard onto the pillow, her own climax merely seconds behind his. She felt the pulsing of his erection within her as his seed spilled from him. She felt happy.

Sam held tightly onto Sara as his cock softened within her hot, sticky vagina. He closed his eyes and allowed his breathing to slow.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy"" A small, high pitched voice yelled behind him.

Suddenly both he and Sara were engulfed in a torrent of flailing, wriggling three-year-old arms and legs as the twins burst into the room and flung themselves onto their parents. Sam quickly rolled away from Sara, his flaccid cock slipping soundlessly from her body. In the confusion, he hurriedly pulled his boxers back over his sticky groin, hiding his softening cock from view as the twins snuggled into bed either side of him. 

He hugged them tightly, hoping they wouldn't notice the strong smell of sex in the room.

Sara lifted the side of the duvet and, laughing, stood up, straightening her night dress over her slim but shapely hips as she crossed to the bedroom door. Her face and chest were flushed pink and there was a small damp mark low down on the front of her night dress which, had the twins been older, would have been proof positive of their lovemaking.

"I can see I'm surplus to requirements!" Sara said with a smile. "I'll make the tea – Daddy"

Sam beamed. It was one of the most wonderful things he had ever heard.

The following evening, in the bedroom of his small flat, David lay on his side, his head propped up on his left arm, looking across at Sophie. She was both naked and asleep, her long blonde hair fanned out over the clean white pillow beneath her head. She was breathing slowly and deeply, the sheet covering her slender body rising and falling rhythmically. 

David felt a tightness in his chest.

Since coming home from University for the Easter holiday, Sophie had spent several nights a week with David. Each one had for him been an incredible joy. They had gone out for dinner; they had stayed in and watched movies on TV; they had made love. God How they had made love!




The Tangled Web Ch. 20



David could feel the heat of Sophie's sleeping body and began to get yet another erection. His cock was still sore from the unbelievable night of passion they had just enjoyed, but as always with Sophie he could never have enough.

She had been simply incredible; a mind numbing combination of naivety and desire, her body craving his with passion, but needing guidance and support every inch of the way. And of course David had more inches to offer than most.

David's mind filled with vivid pictures of the two of them. Of Sophie's sweet young face looking up into his eyes, her blonde hair falling over his shoulders as her mouth closed around the huge, pink-blue head of his cock. Of the smell and taste of her vulva as his tongue danced over its swollen lips. Of her incredible tightness around his shaft as he penetrated her lithe young body time and again.

In a week she would be back in college and he would miss her. For David, feeling dependant on a woman – any woman – was a new thing and, although he hated the lack of self control, there was nothing at all he could do about it.

Even Paula, with her wonderful, sexy and available body, had not been able to tempt him. David smiled inwardly when he remembered how easily he had dismissed her advances, and how in the recent past Paula would have been able to wrap him around her little finger with the promise of her body. 

But not now. 

David knew Paula didn't like this change in their relationship. She preferred to be the one in control. Despite her increasingly full time job as an escort, she still worked at the school and still made efforts to attract him on a weekly basis. Come to think about it, she had been much more forward recently.

David frowned, but he couldn't worry about Paula's feelings right now, not when he had only a few days left with Sophie. 

Big mistake, David. Big mistake.

Paula lay on the large double bed in the smart but impersonal hotel bedroom, staring at the ceiling. Her tanned legs, at the man's insistence still clothed in stockings and high heels, were spread wide as he roughly fucked her smoothly shaven pussy. 

There was no love here. Paula was being fucked and she knew it. But in her large handbag on the dresser were three new fifty pound notes.

The man was neither old nor young, neither good looking nor ugly, neither big nor small. He was a client; that was all that mattered. Unlike many escorts, Paula did not despise her clients. Far from it, she saw them rightly as a source of income – in her case considerable income – to be nurtured and encouraged. 

The man, who had told her his name was Bob, was clearly enjoying himself, the loud grunting noises above Paula's face told her clearly that she was performing well, and that his climax would not be long in coming. Determined to play her part to the full, Paula tightened her vaginal muscles as hard as she could and, thrusting her large, naked breasts upwards, began to fake her own climax in time with his. Her breasts wobbled with every thrust and she cried out as he penetrated her deeper and deeper as his pleasure mounted. 

Loud wet slapping noises emanated from between her thighs as the man began to come noisily and copiously into the ultra thin condom that Paula habitually used with her more reliable clients. His body pulsed with the sharp stabs of pleasure that racked him; his face contorted into an ugly grimace. As his climax overtook him, he thrust himself harder and harder into her and, for a second, a sharp pain hit Paula as his wiry pubic hair ground into her clitoris. Then he collapsed onto her as his erection began to soften.

Paula felt the man's manhood retreating from her body and waited for him to roll off her, satisfied, as they usually did. She did not have long to wait before the man lay alongside her quietly, breathing deeply.

After a few seconds, Paula turned towards him.

"Was it good?" She asked in her huskiest voice, knowing what the response would be.

"Very!" He replied, his voice hoarse as he recovered his breath. "Did you enjoy it?" The usual question, Paula thought, and gave the required answer.

"You're the best, Bob. You're the best!"

The man closed his eyes and dozed contentedly.

Paula stood silently and, gathering her handbag, crossed to the en suite bathroom where she began to clean herself in front of the sink. Never shower with a client afterwards. Always leave when he's satisfied.

She looked into the mirror. Still sexy, even for her age, she thought, but in her heart she knew it couldn't last forever. Under her critical gaze, she could see the early signs of her looks beginning to fade, and she knew that soon she wouldn't be able to command the high fees she currently charged her clients. 

That was why she had kept on with her job at that dreadful school – so that, when the time came, she would have something to fall back on. She had already decided never to become one of those old, haggard-looking hookers that plied the street corners and had made sure that she only saw clients well away from her home.

No street life awaited Paula! She would make sure of that. She owned her own flat, albeit with a mortgage, and her savings were already considerable. She would retire soon while she was still young. 

All she needed was the right man to retire with. 

It could not be with a client, she knew that, although many had asked her. No! For Paula there could only be one possible partner – David; the one man who had truly satisfied her and whose morals were loose enough for him to accept her knowing what she was.

At least they had been loose enough, Paula reflected. Right now David seemed to be totally infatuated with that appalling simpering student, Sophie. Despite all her best efforts last term, Paula had been unable to get David into bed – or, she thought frowning, even to look as if he wanted her! This had shaken her confidence considerably but, she consoled herself, David had had that dreadful accident and was probably still confused. 

He would revert to type eventually and that type most definitely involved being with Paula. Even when he had lived with that soppy 'girl next door' type, Sara, he had still visited Paula almost every week.

Paula knew she would have to do something to break David and Sophie up. But not now, with them both together during the school holidays. That would be too difficult. No! She would wait until next term, when Sophie would be back at University, separated from David, and their relationship much more vulnerable. She already had a plan in mind!

Paula wriggled back into her short, tight black dress. Her knickers were too badly damaged to use again so she threw them into the bathroom waste bin. She smiled. Bob – if that really was his name - had been an animal tonight. He had really let himself go with her. She felt a little sore, but Paula didn't mind, a satisfied client would come back for more. 

But, she reflected, she would charge him more next time.

Paula crossed back to the bed and kissed the man on the forehead.

"Going already?" He mumbled.

"Time's up, I'm afraid. Give me a call when you're next in town."

"I will. Thanks." He replied and watched Paula's hips swinging as she left the room, closing the door behind her with a firm click.

Helen lay silently in the dark of the Toronto night, bewildered. In a few short hours' time, Steven would drive her to the airport for her long journey home. She smiled. She had accomplished her min objective – Steven would help his nephew and niece, Sara and Sam, to find a new, safe life together in Canada for them and their children – her grandchildren.

Although not wanting to take anything so important for granted, Helen had half expected Steven to agree. After all, she had known him all her life, deeper than most brothers and sisters ever reach.

What she had not planned or expected was that, at the age of 63, she would find herself back in her brother's bed, making love passionately as if the forty year gap in their relationship had never happened.

When her husband had died the previous year, Helen had simply assumed that her sexual life had come to an end. It had been a good one – long, loving and satisfying – and she had thought there would be – could be no more.

How wrong she had been.

After her revelations about Sara and Sam over dinner, there had been an unmistakeable frisson in the air. From the moment their hands had touched gazing down onto the falls, Helen had felt the power of the attraction that still flowed between them. She had known then that they would end up in bed together and when, two hours later in the low candlelight of their hotel room, Steven had risen up over her and gently entered her body, the years had simply fallen away.

Helen's eyes were closed but she saw clearly, not the grey haired slightly overweight retired businessman that had met her at the airport only seven days ago, but the dark, well built, athletic young man who had taken her virginity so long ago.

Afterwards Steven had held her tightly and they had wept together – for the lost years, the lost opportunities and for the beautiful experience they had enjoyed. But they had not wept in regret and had finally fallen asleep in each other's arms.

And now, having found him again after so many years, Helen had to leave her first lover once again. But it would not be long, she promised herself. They had so much more so talk about; so much more to do together.

And the happiness of Sara and Sam depended on their success.



The Tangled Web Ch. 21



Christmas 2005 – Sara's Midnight Service

The Tangled Web is a story spanning several years and is based on the complicated lives of Sara and Sam, lovers who are brother and sister, and those they live with. Set in the English Midlands, the tale is told through a series of interlocking short stories. Although designed to be read in sequence, I have tried to make each chapter stand as a complete and satisfying story in itself.

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The little stone-built church was packed with worshipers, some devout, some slightly merry, but all happily trolling forth the cheerful words of the closing carol into the candlelit darkness of the ancient building's vaulted roof.

'...Yea, Lord we greet thee, born this happy morning...'

For nearly a thousand years the village church had welcomed Christmas revellers from the tiny Yorkshire hamlet and the farms around every year without fail. And now it was welcoming two new arrivals, the brother and sister couple Sara and Sam, whose very relationship was considered a sin.

It was Christmas Eve and the midnight mass was coming to a close. Back in their cottage, the excited twins were finally asleep, watched over by their Grandmother who was staying with her two children for the season. 

Sara and Sam had taken the opportunity to go to the service together. Sara sang out confidently and tunefully. Sam less confident made sure that he sang less loudly than those standing in front and behind him.

"... Oh come let us adore him...Chri-ist the Lord..."

Anonymous in the midst of the full congregation, Sara squeezed her brother Sam's hand as they sang out into the darkness. She glanced up into his strong, handsome face and smiled cheekily. There was love in her eyes, but much more than the love a sister normally showed her brother. 

Sam squeezed her hand in return, their long thick overcoats brushing against each other.

As the procession of choir and clergy passed along the aisle and out into the cold night air, the service ended with many wishes of 'Happy Christmas' being passed from friend to friend; with warm handshakes between neighbours and a hundred happy kisses on the cheek before the cheerful congregation themselves followed the choir out through the heavy wooden doors.

Sara and Sam walked hand in hand in the darkness along the uneven lane that led towards their cottage. The ground crunched under their feet as it froze in the cold Christmas morning air. A bright moon lit up the roofs of the old stone houses past which they walked in contented silence.

As they neared the stream, a neighbour called out to them in a loud stage whisper.

"Merry Christmas you two! Love to the kids!" 

Sara felt Sam's strong fingers squeezing hers. She felt a warm feeling inside her. How very different from the hidden, secretive life in the city they had left behind. 

The small, picturesque village in which they had lived for nearly a year knew Sara and Sam simply as the normal, very pleasant, husband and wife parents of the two mischievous but incredibly cute twins that now attended the local village infant school.

They had settled very well into village life. Sara played an active part in the local school parents' association and, although Sam was away from home a lot, they had made many good friends in their new neighbourhood. They had started attending the local parish church too on a regular basis; partly to help establish themselves in the village community, but also as part of Sam's new plan.

They were to be married the following spring.

To be more precise, they were to have their union blessed in a church service that so closely resembled a wedding that, to quote the vicar, 'only a theologian would be able to spot the difference.'

How had this miracle come about? In the end, it had been simple – at least it had been so far. 

The Church of England leaves a great deal of decision making in the hands of its local clergy. It is not unusual for British couples who were originally married in a civil ceremony to want a church blessing later in life – often to celebrate a significant anniversary or if one partner becomes more religious after the original wedding. Usually Church of England vicars are pleased to perform blessing ceremonies for married couples which to the layman look and feel just like real weddings.

But crucially, because they are not wedding ceremonies in the legal sense, no personal history checks need to be made. If the vicar is satisfied, then the ceremony can take place. No birth certificates need be presented which would have shown Sara and Sam had the same parents. No original marriage certificates need be shown which Sara and Sam would have been unable to provide.

By presenting themselves to their new community as a couple already married in a registry office, Sara and Sam had easily persuaded their new vicar, a delightful, committed man in his early sixties, to perform a church ceremony for them in the spring. 

They are naturally ecstatic about this. All their new friends will be invited and their mother and Uncle Steven will also be there. Sara and Sam both wished that their old friends could be there too, but sadly had to face the fact that they would probably never be able to see them again – at least never as a couple with children.

Meanwhile, this was their first Christmas in their new cottage as a real, accepted couple. They were determined to make the most of it.

As the two lovers crossed the little hump-backed bridge which straddled the village stream, Sara paused and gazed down into the jet black fast flowing waters. 

"Do you remember our first weekend in York?" She asked, snuggling up close to her brother in the cold.

"How could I ever forget it?" Sam replied, putting his arm around her shoulders. "We stood on the bridge and watched the water that night, too." He pondered a little longer. "It was the first time we actually woke up in the same bed together. At least, the first time since we were children." 

"Not that we got a lot of sleep!" Sara teased. "And here we are - together." She went on. "And have two wonderful boisterous children of our own." 

She turned to face her brother and raised her mouth to his. They kissed, Sam's long, strong arms enfolding her, the bright moon shining on them from above.

"Sam?" Sara asked tentatively when at last their lips parted.

"What, Midge?" He softly replied, nuzzling her soft brown hair.

"Sam, there's something I want to ask you."

"What is it, Midge? I can't buy you any more presents at this time of night!" He grinned.

Sara smiled back. "That's true." She paused. "But you can give me a wonderful gift."

Sam looked at her in surprise. "What do you mean?"

His sister wriggled around in his arms until their faces were only inches from each other.

"I've been thinking about this for a long time, Sam. Now that things are going so well for us, I..."

She paused. Sam had a feeling deep within his belly that he knew what she was going to say.

"Sam, I want us to have another baby. One that's really, truly ours. With your name, not David's on the birth certificate."

"Midge, I..." Sam began but Sara interrupted him.

"Don't say no straight away! Think about it! The twins are old enough to go to nursery school now, and will be in proper school next year. We're going to be married – well, as close as can ever get to it. We're going to see Uncle Steven in Canada and you never know what might come of that!"

"But Midge, I..." Sam tried again, but again Sara cut in.

"And you know I've always wanted a big family, Sam. I've said that ever since we were small." She chuckled. "I wanted you to play 'mothers and fathers' with me even then, do you remember?"

"Midge!" Sam broke in. "Please let me get a word in edgeways!"

Sara laughed again. "I have been going on, haven't I?" 

"I don't blame you. You've been working up to this for a while, haven't you?" Sam asked her. 

Sara nodded. "I've been waiting for tonight."

"And you're really serious? You know it increases the risk of... of being discovered?"

"I know. But I don't think by much. And I really believe it's a price worth paying, Sam. Don't you?"

Sam considered it for a while. He took his sister's hand and led her slowly along the narrowing lane until they could see the lights of their cottage in the darkness.

"Mum's still awake. Her bedroom light's still on." Sara observed in a whisper.

"Then I'd better give you my answer now." Sam said under his breath. Sara grabbed his arm eagerly.

"What is it, Sam?" Her eyes were bright and gleaming in the moonlight. Sam found her sweetness and naïveté overpoweringly attractive.

"Yes, Midge. The answer's yes. I want another baby too." 

"Really, Sam?"

"Really!"

Sara hurled herself at her brother, flinging her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly, peppering his face with kisses. Sam staggered under her weight.

"Steady on!" He laughed, and kissed her deeply on the lips as they stood under the pouch. After a long time, their embrace broke and Sam reached into his pocket for the front door key.

The cottage welcomed them warmly as they entered, closing the door firmly behind them as the grandfather clock in the stone hallway struck one a.m.

Sam took off his long dark blue overcoat and hung it on one of the wooden pegs on the wall behind the door. He draped his scarf over the peg too and turned to his sister who stood with a look of pure happiness on her sweet, innocent face.

"Shall we have a nightcap before bed?" He suggested, stressing the last word meaningfully.

"Mmmm" Assented Sara, equally meaningfully and followed him into the lounge.

After their walk in the cold, the heat in the room was stifling at first but soon became very pleasant. In the pale stone fireplace, a large wood fire was roaring. A round silver tray stood on the small coffee table bearing a bottle and two glasses.

"I don't know how you can keep that coat on in this heat." Sam said as they crossed to the fireplace.

"Look!" Sara called to her brother. "Mum's so sweet. She's built the fire up for us and left us a drink and a mince pie each." She poured two small brandies in bright bowl glasses and offered one to her brother. Sam took it and raised his glass to her.

"Merry Christmas!" He said. They touched glasses gently and sipped the warming, fiery liquid. Sara felt it burn as it slipped down her throat. She liked its coarseness. It gave her courage.

"To our new baby?" She offered as a toast.

"Mustn't count our chickens..." Sam scolded, but then relented. "To the great pleasure of trying." He grinned suggestively at his sister.

They both sipped their brandies. Sara winced again as it burned her throat. Her eyes opened wide as she grinned at her brother.

"Well, there's no time like the present, Sam!" She said, her voice suggestive in the extreme as she crossed to the lounge door.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked disingenuously, hoping he had not misunderstood her.

"I mean, it's time to open your first present." She whispered, turning the key in the old iron lock. It closed with a satisfying 'click'.

Turning back towards him, and with a rather dramatic gesture, Sara let her long overcoat fall slowly open. Sam gasped in astonishment and delight.

Beneath the heavy folds of her coat, Sara wore nothing but a tiny red thong trimmed with white fur, a tiny matching red bra and white stay-up stockings.

"Midge, I...You...I mean..." Sam found himself utterly speechless.

Sara raised a finger to her lips to silence him. She crossed the lounge floor slowly, the light of the roaring fire turning her pale skin to a rich orange. As she reached her astounded brother, she placed a single finger under his open jaw and closed his gaping mouth with a grin. 

Placing her warm moist lips on his, she reached her arms around his neck and pulled his ear to her lips.

"Holding hands on the bridge isn't the only thing that's just like our first weekend away, Sam." She slipped her arms out of the coat sleeves. 

"Merry Christmas big brother!" She whispered, and her long coat fell around her ankles.

Sam's arms slipped around his sister's long, smooth, naked back and pulled her close to him. His lips found hers once again and their mouths opened wide in a deep embrace. Sam felt a tide of wild animal passion rising within him. His tongue delved deep into Sara's hot mouth until it found hers and the two writhed over and round each other like snakes in a pit.

Sara pressed herself against her brother's groin, feeling the hardness within his trousers that she wanted so badly. Her breasts rubbed against his sweater, the coarse wool arousing her hardening nipples, barely protected by the tiny bra's thin cloth.

Sam's hands slipped down his sister's back until he found her soft, round buttocks. She winced with the coldness of his touch on her warm skin, but relaxed as his fingers gently kneaded her cheeks and traced the line of her thong around her waist before diving deep into the cleft between her buttocks. Sara moaned into his open mouth as Sam's fingers brushed against her vulva from behind. 

Sam felt his sister's dampness on his delving fingertips and thrust his tongue deeper into her mouth. She sucked eagerly on it as his hands spread out over her buttocks once again.

Sara felt Sam's fingertips brush against the smooth skin of her long, smooth back as they travelled slowly, tantalisingly up her spine until they reached the loose bow that secured the back of her red and white bra. Sam toyed with the cord, seeking out the loose end. His tongue delved deeper into his sister's mouth as he pulled, at first gently, then more firmly on the bow. It came apart easily, the cord falling down Sara's sides, releasing her small, firm breasts.

Sam's hands massaged Sara's back and shoulders as he explored her warm skin. She felt his fingers travelling yet further upwards towards her neck and under her soft brown hair until they found the second bow. This yielded instantly to Sam's touch and the tiny bra fell away, falling to the floor unnoticed.

Sara's breasts, now freed from their ludicrously inadequate bonds, were crushed against Sam's jumper in their embrace. She felt the coarseness of its material, painful yet strangely arousing as her nipples rubbed against his chest. Her knees felt a little weak as she realised how much her body ached for her brother's once again.

Sam's hands stroked Sara's back lightly from top to bottom and from side to side, from her slim shoulders down to her smooth buttocks where his fingers fanned out over their soft roundness. Sara's arms snaked around his neck again, drawing his mouth against hers more firmly than ever as her naked body tingled with the touch of his skin on hers.

Without daring to breaking their embrace, Sam bent his knees slightly and slipped his palms under his sister's bottom. Taking her buttocks firmly in his hands, he lifted her bodily from the floor. Sara instinctively opened her thighs and wrapped her slender legs around Sam's waist as he carried her unsteadily to the long couch in front of the fire. As he slowly lowered her onto the dark tartan rug that covered its seat, his legs knocked into a small side table, sending a book and a small lamp crashing onto the floor.

Sara hooted with laughter, their mouths finally parting.

"You're supposed to sweep ME off my feet, not the furniture!"

"Ssshhh!" Sam hissed, giggling himself. "Mum's upstairs!"

"It's alright! She knows about us, remember?"

"That doesn't mean I want her listening every time we do it, silly!" Sam retorted.

"Well get on with it, then!" Sara laughed. "It's not very warm in this thing!" She indicated her Santa's little helper underwear. It was ludicrously small, Sam thought. And ludicrously corny too! But God! It was turning him on. Sam felt his erection straining within his trousers.

Quickly, he began to undress. First his shoes and socks, then his trousers were flung aside as Sara watched from the couch, the tartan rug pulled over her. Even after all this time, she still found him irresistibly attractive. His legs were still strong and athletic, his waist slim, his belly flat, his chest, though slim, still well defined, and his bottom...well she didn't think she would ever tire of looking at those taut cheeks. Her fingers under the rug strayed between her thighs as she watched him hurriedly disrobe.

Sam's sweater and shirt joined the discarded bra in the corner of the room. Sara watched in the fire lit darkness as her naked brother knelt in front of her. He smiled a knowing smile as he purposefully lifted her legs and, sliding his palms under her soft buttocks, grasped the waist of the thong. With a deft pull, he slipped it downwards, over her cheeks and thighs and over her knees before throwing it into the dark corner of the room.

Sam knelt between his sister's thighs and looked up into her face. In her eyes he saw warmth, love and a desire so powerful it made his heart beat loudly in his chest. Slowly, his eyes fixed on Sara's, Sam turned his head to his right and kissed the inside of her left knee. The stocking was smooth and silky on his lips; her skin beneath it warm and with an intensely feminine smell. 

Sara moaned softly. Sam traced a long line of soft, tiny kissed down the inside of her thigh until the stocking ended and his mouth was within tongue's length of the sparse, pale brown hair that covered her moist vulva. Sara could feel his hot breath on her outer lips and involuntarily pressed herself towards his mouth.

Sam, teasingly, ran his tongue in one single, light stroke from the base of her slit to her proud, outstanding clitoris, then moved his mouth back to the inside of her left knee and traced another line of delicate kissed down her thigh until, once again, his breath was upon Sara's vulva.

Sam felt the familiar coarse roughness of Sara's sparse pubic hair on his tongue as he drew it slowly over her hot wetness. He felt her fleshy outer lips part and the softness of her inner lips as the tip of his tongue passed the full length of her slit. He could taste her increasing arousal, strong and slightly metallic on his tongue as it passed over her clitoris, small and hard and peeking cheekily out from within the safety of its fleshy hood. 

Sara shivered involuntarily as her brother probed her deepest secrets with his warm, active tongue. She could feel the warmth of his body against her inner thighs as his broad shoulders pressed them wider apart to let his active mouth gain closer and closer access to her core. She gasped with delight as the warm, wet, rough surface of his tongue was drawn almost electrically across the delicate underside of her clitoris. She felt herself opening, wider and wider, wanting so badly to feel Sam's strength and virility inside her once again.

Sam smelt and tasted his sister's increasing arousal and felt his own rising to match hers. The heat of the fire on his back was matched by the burning sensation in his almost painful erection as he lifted his head from Sara's vulva and pulled her by the hands onto the thick rug in front of the fire. Sara slipped from the couch to her knees, from her knees to her buttocks and from there to lie on her back on the deep pile rug, the fire's heat making the whole of her left side tingle. 

Sam knelt between her open thighs, his weight taken forwards on his strong arms as he loomed over her. Their mouths touched again. Sara could taste her arousal on her brother's lips. She moaned softly. Sam felt her writhe beneath him and lowered his lips to her hard, erect nipples, taking each gently into his mouth in turn, his tongue lightly dancing over its tip.

Their bodies almost orange in the firelight, Sam's tongue traced a glistening line from her breasts down his sister's belly, pausing to toy with her navel. Sara giggled. Sam loved it! Her whole body trembled when she laughed, as if they were both children again.




The Tangled Web Ch. 21



But there was nothing childlike about the way Sam firmly, deliberately parted the fleshy outer lips between his sister's thighs and thrust the smooth, rounded head of his cock into her moist, waiting vagina. Almost unable to control himself, he drove his erection full length into her body in a single, forceful stroke.

Sara gulped and arched her back at the sudden, wonderfully welcome invasion. Her legs spread even wider until she was sure her knee would burn, so close was it to the fire. Taking immediate advantage, Sam slipped himself an final extra inch into her body and she felt his coarse pubic hair grind against her own light triangle. The force of his weight on her hips was painful, but made her feel so feminine and vulnerable.

Sara reached up to stroke her brother's face as he began to thrust in and out of body with an increasingly fast, steady rhythm. She found her breathing slowing to match his rhythm and felt him reaching deep within her, ready to plant in her womb the seed she now craved so much.

Sam felt Sara's vagina opening wide around his shaft, helping him reach deeper and deeper until his cock struck his sister's cervix with every downward thrust. Sam wanted another baby too – he had always known it – and now Sara had asked him to provide. For Sam, as with so many men, no climax on earth could compare with the climax reached while trying to conceive a child in the belly of the woman he adored and who adored him. His thrusting grew faster and faster.

Sara felt Sam's increased pace and tilted her pelvis downward to increase the stimulation of her clitoris. She moaned in surprise as the upper side of Sam's hard cock scraped across its underside and raised her head to look along her chest and belly. Past her breasts, which wobbled ludicrously with every stroke of Sam's cock, she could see his erection, strong and thick and glistening in the firelight, plunging into her time and again.

Above her head, Sam's face contorted into a grimace as he began to come. His body bucked and his toes curled as the familiar burning feeling spread from the base of his cock, down the inside of his thighs and up his spine. He held his breath, his arms trembling, his body shaking violently as what felt like a torrent of semen surged through his erection and cascaded into his sister's body. Spasms racked him as every last drop was pumped into her, her eager vagina seemingly milking him as his thrusts grew wilder before finally slowing to a trembling halt. Slowly he began to soften within her.

Sara felt the weight of her brother on her pelvis and the heat of his body on hers as he lowered himself onto her. She loved the intense intimacy of their post lovemaking embrace – how his hardness broke, how his contorted face relaxed, how she could feel the sticky wetness within her. She neither knew nor cared if she had climaxed too. This was a moment more for love than desire – although Sam could always summon vast amounts of both from her.

Above them, the fire subsided almost as quickly as Sam's erection and a night time chill began to spread through the room. Without leaving his sister's body, Sam pulled Sara's long thick overcoat over them as they snuggled in front of the hot embers of the fire. The room smelled of wood smoke and of their hot bodies. 

At length, Sam's flaccid cock slipped out of his sister's vagina, and, rolling alongside her, he held her tightly against him. Sara wriggled up against her brother's side, her soft warm skin gentle against his. Sam buried his nose in her hair and breathed in deeply. She smelled lightly of coconut and sweat. He squeezed her soft buttocks affectionately.

They rested together.

After a while, Sam reached for the two bowl glasses of brandy that they had abandoned earlier. He passed one to Sara and they sipped the warming liquid in contented silence. 

Suddenly, Sam turned to his sister.

"Just a minute! Were you wearing those...that...costume all the time we were in church?" He asked, as if astonished at the idea. 

Sara looked a little sheepish, then grinned broadly and nodded.

Sam burst out laughing. "What would the vicar say? You are a very naughty girl, aren't you?" Sara giggled, but Sam went on scolding. "Standing there singing carols as if butter wouldn't melt in your mouth...and all the time you were plotting to seduce me?"

"You didn't make it very difficult for me, did you?" Sara retorted, teasingly.

"That's not the point!" Sam said in a mock stern voice. "Where did you get it all, anyway?" He asked.

"I got it by post from that Private Shop back in the city." She replied. "You don't think there are any shops around here that would sell this sort of stuff? We're not exactly in the great metropolis now, are we?"

Sam hugged his sister tightly, kissing her on her forehead. She tasted just a little salty.

"Things are really starting to work out for us, aren't they?" Sara said, as if thinking aloud.

"Don't tempt fate, Midge." Her brother scolded. "There's still a long way to go."

"But it is working out, Sam." She insisted. "It's almost as if God wanted us to be together. First we find each other after twenty years, then he gives us two beautiful children; Lynn leaves us free to be together; David goes all soppy over Sophie and doesn't object when we take the twins this far away. 

"Mum's attitude is almost unbelievable and now here we are, living together properly in our own home in a beautiful village."

Sam stroked Sara's cheek with his fingertips. He loved the way her eyes shone when she was excited; how her whole body became animated. But Sara hadn't finished.

"We have a whole new set of friends who only know us as a real couple. There's no more hiding, or sneaking around. We can be ourselves – together. And we're going to have a spring wedding!" Sara closed her eyes and snuggled deeper under the overcoat.

They lay still together for a few minutes, Sam feeling the heat of the fire on his face.

"Sam?" Sara was speaking to him again. Her voice was somehow less confident, less assured.

"Yes, Midge?" He replied, nuzzling the nape of her neck.

"You knew I was going to ask you about another baby, didn't you?"

Sam smiled indulgently. "Well, yes I did Midge." He confessed.

"How did you know? I didn't tell anyone. Not even Mum!"

"Well things are different now we're living together. Perhaps we just relate on a new, higher plane now."

Sara wondered if her brother was crazy or drunk. But then he laughed out loud.

"Or maybe it was the bottle of folic acid tablets in the kitchen cupboard." Sara's mouth broadened into a wide grin.

"Am I so easy to read?"

He kissed her on her forehead.

"You went on and on about how important it was last time." He paused. "You've not come off the pill already, have you?"

Sara shook her head. "I wouldn't do that to you. It wouldn't be fair. But I'll stop tomorrow. Oh Sam, I can't wait. I hope it happens quickly."

Sam just hugged her. He was looking forward to the task.

The fire died down to glowing embers. 

"We'd better get to bed. It's getting cold and the kids will be awake at an unearthly hour." Sam said, slipping out from under Sara's overcoat. He clumsily put his trousers back on and helped his sister to her feet. Draping Sara's overcoat over her naked shoulders and taking her hand, he led her up the stairs to their bedroom, tip toeing past the twins' bedroom door on the way. 

Their mother's bedroom light was off.

Sara and Sam slipped under the duvet into their large double bed. The sheets were warm despite the coldness in the room.

Outside, it began to snow.

An hour later, Sam lay listening to his sister's slow breathing. It pained him to crush her delight in any way, so he had said nothing before. But in his mind he still worried about their future. They could both go to prison for their love, and the twins could be taken into care. 

Sam knew he couldn't ever relax his guard; not for one single hour. There was always the danger of a slip-up. 

What if someone they knew bumped into them in town? They couldn't avoid towns and cities forever. 

What if the twins asked more and more searching questions? Their cover story had to be watertight.

What if the wedding – or blessing as it more accurately should be called – raised more difficult questions?

And now they would have another child – surely they couldn't have another set of twins! And that would lead to more danger.

Sam knew the only long term solution was to go abroad – somewhere they could be sure of never meeting anyone from their old lives. It would be hard to leave their beautiful cottage and their new friends, but safety had to come first.

There was so much to do to get there. But first there was the day ahead.

He folded his arms around his sleeping sister. "Merry Christmas, Midge" He whispered into her ear.