9 comments/ 95335 views/ 22 favorites Tortured Love By: Many Feathers David - It had been at least two years since I'd seen my mother, and two years longer than that since I'd seen my sister. Not exactly a workaholic, I had been working overseas in Scotland for the past two years. I'd been gathering research on many of the medieval castles there, not for any real historical reasons, though that was part of it. But I had been working for a fairly eccentric billionaire who having nothing better to do with his money, wanted to build an exact replica of one of the more elaborate and infamous castles still standing. My work then, was seeing to all the detail required in replicating something of this magnitude. Not that I didn't mind, he was paying me a rather nice salary to do that. But it had meant a great deal of time away from friends and extended family. And to make things worse, it was the rainy season. Everything was always cold and damp or so it seemed, and I was more than ready to jump at any excuse just to get some time away, feel the sunshine on my face let alone see it. When the call came from my sister Sharon, it gave me the reason and excuse I'd been looking for. Initially, I thought for sure it was something really serious. The fact it was Sharon calling me told me it had to have something to do with mom. And the fact Sharon was calling me in the first place, gave it a measure of some importance. One of the reasons I hadn't seen my sister in so long, wasn't because I didn't want to, or even could have made a point of being there whenever she came for a visit to see mom. The reality was, Sharon and I had agreed it was best not to be around one another for a while, something we'd both reluctantly agreed to do some four years ago now. "Sharon? What's wrong?" I'd asked worriedly, "How's mom?" I then asked figuring it had to be about her, or Sharon might not have called. "Nothing serious David," she told me. "But you know mother, unless I called you, she wasn't about to. And like I said, not really serious, but she was involved in a car accident, had her leg broken in two places, so she'll be in a cast for a while. Had a few other abrasions and scrapes, but besides the broken leg, nothing life threatening or serious. Anyway, like I said, she wasn't about to call you. So I figured I'd better, at least let you know so you didn't hear it from somebody else and get all upset about it," she stated calmly. "Tell mom I'm catching the next flight home," I told my sister, and then asked. "Or would you rather I not?" There was a brief hesitation. "No, she'd like that David, and...it has been a while since she's seen you, since I've seen you," she said pausing again. "It's been hard, on both of us I know, but admittedly, I've missed seeing you too." I felt a great deal of relief in hearing that, it would be good seeing my sister again, though she put an almost immediate damper on my relief when she added. "As soon as you are here though, I'll be returning home myself. I think it would still be best that way." It would be a long flight back to the States, and another long leg just to get back to Utah when I did. Sharon lived in California now, held a nice job at one of the Movie Studios and was in fact married to some sort of Studio Executive, though I had only met him once shortly before their wedding, and then of course again at the wedding and reception. I hadn't seen either of them ever since. As we had agreed so many years ago, feeling it best that we not, and always finding a reason or excuse to never show up around the holidays at the same time together. No one ever knew the real reason why, which was best for everyone involved or we knew, we'd both be ostracized under the circumstances. As the plane lifted off for the long flight across the ocean, my mind drifted off back to that period in my life, in our lives really, nearly five years ago now. Five years of regret, but also a two week period of some of my fondest memories, especially during a time of stress not to mention a great deal of internal turmoil. Even as I sat there recalling it, I couldn't shake the memory of it from my mind, nor did I really want to. Sharon had just turned twenty-one, it was a time of celebration and family togetherness. Little did any of us know at the time, just how dramatic things would be, how horribly and irrevocably they would all change in a single evening. Five years older than my sister, I for one should have known better, foreseen the ramifications of our eventual actions. But I wasn't thinking very clearly either, nor was anyone else for that matter during that time. What happened had affected us all in ways none of us could have ever imagined. I had married my high school sweetheart just the year before. At the time, my entire life was laid out ahead of me with promises of a bright and exciting future. I had just graduated from the local university, landing a job in historical research which is where I eventually met, and eventually came to work for the man I was working for now. Sharon's twenty-first birthday was another reason for that celebration, a reason that all of us made a point of coming together and combining that with celebrating the fourth of July weekend, her birthday. At the time, mom and dad owned and lived in what to some could only be described as a small mansion. More rooms than anyone could shake a stick at for one thing, but for another, it made coming home to visit all the more enjoyable as there was plenty of space to spread out, and then some. The party had been going on all day it seemed, with a hell of a lot more alcohol than normal, even for our family. Dad had gone out and hired a private fireworks show, something we were all looking forward to seeing as he'd spared no expense. Having the size of property we did, we were far enough and away so as not to endanger any of the neighbors, inviting many of them just to be sure, along with additional guests, family and friends. It was a hell of a turn out with well over two hundred in attendance. As darkness neared, we were all expectantly waiting for the fireworks to begin, and they did, just not in the way any of us had ever expected or imagined they would. "You seen dad?" Sharon had asked. I'd been looking for him myself for the last half an hour now. "No, and I've been looking for him too," I told my sister. "He's nowhere on the grounds that's for sure." "Then he's got to be inside." Sharon and I had gone back into the house looking for him, even stopping mom along the way, asking her if she'd seen him. "That's funny," she said. "He and your wife came in here about a half hour ago looking for you," mom had told me, which only then made me realize I hadn't seen Gwen for quite some time myself either. "Did you see where they went?" I asked curiously. "Back outside," mom stated simply. "Though I thought I saw them heading over towards the garage, perhaps they thought that's where you'd be, especially as...well, you know," she grinned now looking over towards my sister. "Of course!" I thought stupidly to myself. "Sharon's present!" Unbeknownst to her, until now anyway, dad had gone out and bought her a new car, something of a family tradition of sorts, as he had done the same thing for me on my twenty-first birthday. I had known he was planning on bringing it out just before the fireworks were to start, by way of surprise, so I figured that that's where he was at, preparing to do so. And in doing so, had decided to show it to Gwen beforehand. I headed out the door with Sharon following. "Hey sis, maybe you should wait here, after all, you weren't supposed to know about it," I told her, though the look on her face told me otherwise. "Are you kidding? No way am I going to wait to see it now, what if it's something hideous? The last thing I'd want to do is stand there in shock in front of everyone, if it was!" I had to remind myself, Sharon wasn't a little girl any more either. Hadn't been for a very, very long time. Attractive almost to a fault, her long brown hair fell well beyond her shoulders. She was long legged, something she always enjoyed showing off either in short skirts, or almost too short of shorts whenever she could get away with it. And though I hated admitting it, she also had a great pair of tits, which she always seemed to have growing up, even at such a young age. "Suit yourself," I told her, and then headed off towards the garage area with Sharon following. Oddly, none of the lights were on in the big six-car garage as we rounded the corner by the side of the back entry. I had heard no engines, or cars being started up either, so I knew dad hadn't as yet driven down Sharon's new car to where everyone was now impatiently waiting for things to start. "Strange," I said turning towards my sister, just as a faint light came on. Had we not been standing near the side window, we'd have missed it. But under the circumstances, it drew us closer to the window like a beacon. Looking back, I wish now that we'd have been late, or never even gone there at all. Not that that would have changed the eventual outcome, but perhaps it would have at least delayed it from having happened on Sharon's birthday. "What the..." I said, and then stopped dead in my tracks, unable to speak as I stared through the side window, just as Sharon was now doing. What we saw shocked us both, paralyzing the two of us momentarily. Dad was just exiting Sharon's new car, the interior lights having come on, the only source of light inside the garage. As he slid out, stepping back, it was obvious to see his exposed hard cock, Gwen, my wife, still playfully reaching for it as she half chased him out, now standing as well, topless, her breasts fully exposed, and the short skirt she was wearing, still bunched up around her waist. "Oh my God!" Sharon exclaimed shocking me back into reality as I turned towards her, the obvious hurt clearly showing through in my face, once again turning, seeing Gwen now kneeling, gathering dads' cock inside her mouth though he pretended to urge her to go, now giving into her ministrations of his prick as they stood just inside the open door together. It was bad enough as it was, stunned into speechlessness, immobility as Sharon and I stood there peering in, but then the sound of my mother's voice breaking the fugue as we stood there. "Go inside," she told my sister and I sternly. "I'll deal with this myself." Even though it was my own wife inside the garage with my father, I felt in many ways like a young small boy again, hearing the tone in my mother's voice, obeying her immediately and without question. There would be time enough for Gwen later. She would no doubt come looking for me, or head home, and wait for me there. Either way, I wasn't of a mind to see her just yet, not until I had calmed down some at least, and not until I had comforted my own sister, whose birthday celebration had suddenly come to a screeching halt. Steeling herself, Sharon went out to inform everyone there would be no fireworks, save for those already going on inside the house. With the cat now out of the bag, and with tempers flaring all around, it came out as my soon to be ex-wife, stood holding my father's hand as he told mom he was leaving her, had fallen in love with Gwen, and she he. To add insult to injury, I also learned, he had fucked her the night before our wedding, and had been doing so on and off ever since. With the shock of the night still hanging on us like wet blankets, dad and Gwen had gone back to our house together, a place I myself never returned to, sending someone else to collect my things once they'd all been boxed up and ready for me. Mom and dad divorced of course though it took a while for mom to get the eventual settlement she was after. The only real highlight as it turned out for me, was that dad soon after left Gwen, even before his divorce from mom was finalized, leaving her with nothing, as she had given up all her entitlements with me in the hopes of eventually marrying dad. It was a small measure of satisfaction, especially as the nightmare was far from over. # I guess I should have seen it coming. Even after Gwen and I were married, it was never the way I'd always thought it should be. Gwen never seemed quite satisfied enough with what we had. It was something we constantly fought over, and that eventually led to a nearly non-existent sex-life, and we'd not even been married a year yet! Sharon had always been my confident and friend, far more than just being a sister to me, albeit a very close one as I had shared things with her regarding Gwen and I that I wouldn't have even shared with my best friend. And Sharon had always been the one to comfort me, to reassure me throughout all of it, that she'd never really liked Gwen, but had supported the marriage out of her love and concern towards me. Still, I should have seen it coming. And more importantly, I should have known better too. After all, that was my job as my sister's older brother. But I failed at that too, miserably. We had managed to get a couple of sleeping pills down mom, and after ensuring she was finally resting comfortably in her bedroom, had headed down into the den where we promptly popped open a thousand dollar bottle of wine that my father had been saving for a special occasion. We thought it was ironic that we should open it now, and did, finding a brief measure of satisfaction that he'd never ever taste it himself. Sharon and I had polished off that one, and soon started in on another somewhat less expensive, but still equally nice bottle of wine. Both on empty stomachs. It didn't take long. Sharon and I were both soon buzzing from the affects of the booze, along with the stressful events of the evening, searching for, each in our own way, some way of alleviating the stress. Eventually turning towards humor in order to do that, though again, another mistake, one in which, neither one of us knew at the time. It was bizarre to say the least. First starting out to laugh at the way dad had looked, his semi-erect prick flopping about the way that it had as he initially sought to exit the car with Gwen following. So we laughed about that. Then we laughed at the way she had looked, her boob-jobbed tits, which she'd insisted upon getting just a few months before the wedding. Something which, she had done against my wishes, much to my dismay, hard as rocks as she fumbled with dad, chasing him, making the whole scene look even more surreal than it already was. And then we laughed at how ironic it all was, how Sharon and I had sat sharing our own intimate secrets with one another, our mutual frustrations with partners that didn't seem to know us as well as the two of us knew one another. We laughed at how sad it was that here we were, brother and sister, and felt more intimately aware, more in tune to one another than anyone could ever be. By then, we were no longer laughing either. Perhaps we could look back on it, I knew I often tried to, and tried in the process to convince ourselves, or at least myself, it was due to the stressful situation. Adding on top of all that, the booze we'd both consumed on an empty stomach. But the honest to God truth of the matter was, Sharon and I both knew what we were doing, even if we could have found some excuse to try and justify it later. Especially when it didn't end that same night, but continued on afterwards for the better part of a week. Like I said, I knew better. And after that first night, there were no longer any excuses I could find, or could use for what we did. # It was a short lay over and I was soon on the final leg heading home. I was nervous of course, certainly anxious at seeing my sister again as well as my own mother. Even that relationship had been strained somewhat after that night, though for reasons mom never cared to share with either one of us. Obviously the events of that particular night had far reaching affects on all of us for a very long time afterwards. I closed my eyes, trying to will myself to sleep and pass the last few hours of the flight in peace, hopefully finding a restful sleep. But all I could see as I sat there was the image of my beautiful younger sister as she undressed herself standing before me. One moment we were sitting there laughing, half crying. And in the next, we were kissing, kissing passionately certainly unlike any brother or sister would be doing. And even then the warning signals were going off in my head, but I didn't care. The pent up frustration, anger of the evening suddenly justifying everything, whatever morals I had, or lack thereof, flew right out the window. As did Sharon's. But even then I didn't hold her accountable either, she was just as confused, frustrated and angry as I was. And in addition to that of course, were the secrets we'd shared, the openness we had had with one another. We knew one another inside and out, we had openly and freely admitted to one another in having higher than normal sex drives, desires, and even shared fantasies. These we had shared, innocently, no matter how decadent, and sometimes perverse in nature they might have been. There was always the fail-safe, we were brother and sister. So it mattered not what we told one another, in secret, in private, we could do so without fear or repercussion from one another. It was safe to do so, for we felt and shared many of the same things, thoughts and desires. It was a volatile cocktail coming together the way that it did. But it did, and then we did. My hands suddenly found Sharon's breasts, becoming glued to them, just as my lips had become against her own. Perhaps in kissing her, lost in the kiss, I could forget about my hands for the moment, pretend even that they weren't doing what they were. But soon I heard her pleasured sigh, felt her nipples hard and erect as I touched them teasing them unmercifully. Then it was hands everywhere, her hands, my hands tearing at the buttons, the sound of her blouse tearing even as we both fought to get it off her. The sudden feel of exposed flesh, now barely covered by the thin support bra she was wearing. Looking down, her hard nips pressed wantonly against the material, straining, yearning to be set free. I tore at her bra, even as she did, reaching back around behind herself to undo the clasp, even as I caught the cups within my hands, yanking them away just barely as she released it. Now, twin spheres, twin beautiful full spheres of pure delight now stood before my eyes, and I bent to suckle one, and then the other. "Oh David! David!" Sharon moaned pleasurably. Perhaps the sound of my own name coming out of my sister's mouth should have shaken some sense into me. But it didn't, I was too far past that now for it to matter. Only the soft touch of her breasts in my hands, those hard erect nipples as my tongue pleasured them, danced upon them, fingering, rolling, and playing with them. That's all that mattered to me at the moment. Nothing else. After the heartache we had shared that evening, the ruined surprise, a car she would never drive or ever want to. Two marriages destroyed in the blink of an eye. After all that, all either of us wanted was a little simple pleasure, some release and relief from the agony and pain we had been forced to endure. It was easy to tell myself that then. Easy to convince myself as I felt my prick harden with desire, easier still to forget Sharon was my sister for a moment, thinking only of the things she had told me, shared with me. The visions of her masturbating as often as she did, the stories we had shared with one another concerning it, spying on one another as kids, watching one another doing it, and then masturbating all over again while thinking about it. And now, here we were adults, adults free to make our own decisions, right or wrong. Free to indulge our fantasies, desires. Right or wrong. What I then saw wasn't my sister, but a very sexy, very sensual woman as she suddenly stood. I sat, watching as she spun the skirt she'd been wearing, locating the zipper on the side, undoing it. I watched her skirt fall, as though in slow motion, seeing it as it hit the floor, her delicate feet stepping out of it. Sharon now stood before me in nothing more than the briefest of thongs, a tiny thin sliver of material still protecting the as yet un-violated sweetness of her femininity. Tortured Love I reached out, my eyes locked onto hers as she stepped forward, one step and then two, suddenly standing before me as I leaned forward, my lips and mouth now sucking in and through the material of that small patch of black fabric. Even through that I could taste her, smell her, feel her. I became mad with lust for her then, yanking the thin strip aside with my fingers in order to impale her on my tongue, finding her taste intoxicating, the aroma of her arousal breathtaking as I consumed her, as I allowed myself to become consumed. "Fuck me David, please...fuck me....fuck me...fuck me." # Sharon - I looked at the clock on the wall. David would be landing in less than an hour, it would probably take slightly less than another hour before he arrived here. I had offered to come and pick him up from the airport, but he had declined, saying he would take a cab. I was relieved upon hearing that. I wasn't sure how the ride back with him would have been, no doubt awkward at best. I busied myself in the kitchen preparing a light dinner for the three of us. It was inevitable that I'd eventually see David again, I couldn't exactly just disappear with me being there, and him coming home. There was no reason I could use to come up with to explain something like that away, especially to mother. And it wasn't that I didn't want to see David, I did. That...was the problem. A lot had happened between us, a lot had changed. A lot...had changed us. I loved David a lot. Perhaps too much. But there was also a lot he didn't know, would probably never understand. Too much to try and explain and make any sense of, especially now. I had come to accept much of it, had come to accept much about myself, but I wasn't sure David could ever do that, and I wasn't about to destroy the last bit of closeness we might still have and share together. Seeing him would be nice, and I looked forward to doing so. But I also knew that under the circumstances, I would soon leave and head back to California. It really was for the best after all. Even now after all this time, I could close my eyes and see him then just as though it was yesterday. The memory, vision really...that had stayed with me nearly every waking hour since that time together so long ago now. I could still feel the way his prick felt when it first slid inside me. The incredible sensation of my own brother's cock splitting my femininity in what could only be described as unbridled lust, a lust we both shared and enjoyed together. I couldn't even compare David to my husband Jack. It would have been like trying to compare apples to oranges. The fact that Jack had a slightly larger dick wasn't part of the equation either. Jack fucked my cunt, David made love to me. What made it even more difficult, especially after everything that had happened, was the discovery that my own husband had also been sleeping around with several of his "personal assistants", and had been ever since we'd gotten married. Perhaps it was because of everything that had happened to our family already that I chose to ignore it, pretend it wasn't happening. But all that did was serve the desire and unfulfilled need I still had towards my own brother. Going back to California, back to my own unfaithful husband was hard enough. Being around David, especially as vulnerable as I now was, would be harder still. Even as I stood in the kitchen cutting up vegetables preparing one of David's favorite dishes, I found myself fantasizing about him. I allowed myself this indulgence, only because I knew I would never act on it again. Couldn't act on it for the fear of what it would do, what he would learn, secrets I now had and had to keep from him. Something we had never done before. But I allowed myself this brief bit of pleasure, simply because it had become for me my only release, my only real joy and satisfaction. And, just as I always did, I fought with the turmoil of my desires for a moment. Finally shooing them away, at least long enough to enjoy myself. The guilt of having done so to be dealt with later, also just like I always did. Just thinking about David, I felt the pool of liquid already gathering between my legs. My shorts just loose enough to allow my hand to slip beneath the waistband as I stood next to the kitchen counter, one hand on it for support, the other now fingering the wet sticky furrow of my slit as I stood there remembering. Those incredible days, nights that had followed the first. Over and over again, I relived each and every one of them, savoring those moments like a fine wine, especially one in particular, though it was that single moment perhaps that once again changed things and caused the eventual separation between us. Something I would set aside and again deal with later. But for now, it was the memory and thrill of that moment. I undid the top button of my shorts allowing my hand and fingers even freer access. The need to masturbate stronger than ever, even the decadence of doing so here adding to the overall pleasure of doing so. The memory of going into David's room that night as he lay sleeping, crawling into bed with him naked, and looking down in the dim moon light that filled the room. Seeing his prick, even flaccid as it then was, exciting to me as I knelt beside him, taking it into my mouth, slowly, softly sucking it. Stroking my pussy now, my fingers twiddling the surface of my hard clit, I moaned audibly, enjoying the sound of my own pleasured sigh. David's cock slowly hardening inside my mouth as he gradually came awake. His brief struggle, his own moral fight perhaps, which my sucking lips soon made him succumb to. God how I loved sucking my brother's prick! Feeling it stiffen so wonderfully, so fully, tasting his flesh, playfully squeezing out the droplets of his lubrications, and then applying them to my own nipples. The memory of how that felt, the slickness of his pearly drops teasing my hardened flesh, David then licking them sucking them as I offered them up to him before diving back down on to his cock repeating the process. Feeling David's pleasure, knowing that I was bringing him pleasure so exciting to me. Even in doing so, I too felt a series of what could only be described as mini-climaxes. So lost in the erotic sensuality of it, I hadn't heard nor was immediately aware of my mother's presence. How long she had stood there in the doorway watching us, though obviously long enough. At first startled to see her standing there, backlit by the hallway light, David's climax even then already beginning, my own ongoing, yet somehow escalating even as I felt the first spurt of his semen beginning to fill my mouth. Had there been any other reaction, perhaps my own would have been different as well. But there stood mom, her nightgown pulled up at the hem, her hand furiously working itself between her legs, her free hand cupping and massaging one of her breasts through the thin wispy material of her nightgown. It was a surreal moment in time. My thoughts separated going off in two different directions at once. David's lovely hard prick squirting his pleasure, his deep-throated moan of delight accompanying, and thus holding me to my actions. My confusion, thought felt only for a moment, soon giving way to the added eroticism of seeing mom standing there masturbating, wondering even as she was, was she aware that I knew she was? Then looking up, catching her eye to eye even as I knelt swallowing David's cream, licking my lips, seeing the look on her face as she silently orgasmed, seeing her own pleasure as she did so. Seconds later, seeing her as she stepped back once again out of sight, silently as though having been only an apparition. David, never even aware that she had been. As always, I felt my climax begin, that moment in time forever frozen in memory, the decadently delicious experience somehow enhancing my release. I grabbed on to the kitchen counter, feeling my knees weaken as the ripples of pleasure began to surge up and down my entire body. God it felt good, the intensity as great then as it had ever been, even the smells, the taste of David's spunk rolling around inside my mouth as I swallowed it, standing there looking up, licking my lips, seeing the pleasured orgasmic look on my own mother's face just before she stepped away, back into the shadows. "Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" # Still trembling, the aftershocks of my fingered climax as I stood gripping the counter, then the "thump" upstairs from my mother's room coming through the ceiling above me, alerting me she was once again getting out of bed without any help. "Damn it mother!" I said more to myself, racing out of the kitchen and then up the stairs towards her bedroom. I heard her take three more hops towards her bathroom before I arrived, standing in the doorway, once again repeating the words I had spoken earlier to myself. "Damn it mother! You know you're not supposed to be doing that, and I told you to call me if you needed help getting into the bathroom!" She had taken yet another hop, once again pausing, balancing on her one good leg before I could reach her. "You worry too much," she said simply. "One more hop and I would have been there," she added a bit more sheepishly, though I could see by the look in her face she was somewhat grateful for the added support as I placed her arm around my shoulder, helping her step in through the door into the bathroom. "At the very least, you should have used your crutches!" I admonished her. "You know how much I hate having to use those," she told me. "And besides...it's not that far anyway!" "It would be if you ended up falling over and breaking your other leg, or even worse, your neck!" I stated as I helped her to sit down on the toilet seat. Once again she merely shrugged me off however. "I knew you were busy in the kitchen," she offered. "And I wanted to come in and wash up, David's plane is due in any time now." Just the mere mention of his name sent additional tingles through my groin, the lubrications of my recent spending still lingering as a reminder to the orgasm I'd most recently had. "But as long as you are here..." she left off saying as she pulled the simple night shift she was wearing up and over her head. "You can at least help me get in the tub to clean up before he gets here." "Wouldn't it be easier to just wash up a little?" I asked. "No! I stink, and am in need of a bath!" Mom said. "So, grab the plastic garbage bag and the duct tape," she instructed, which we'd done once before. Seeing her naked was again another reminder. Mom was still very beautiful, her breasts full, heavy against her chest as I eased her down into the tub. Though she had a slight paunch, which I knew she was self conscious about, there was something sexy about it, giving her a sensual maturity that was hard for her to understand, even though I had actually tried explaining it to her the last time we had done this. But that wasn't the only thing that my eyes were drawn to either. And it was impossible for them not to be. Mother had of course balanced her legs on the rim of the tub thus keeping them out of the water, especially her casted leg as I held it and began wrapping it up in the garbage bag in order to keep it from getting wet. Displayed as she was, her pink splint was obviously noticeable, and the fact that she had shaved it, and had done so for years never failed to surprise me as I glanced towards it, though trying not to make it too noticeable as I did. Unlike my own pussy, mom's lips were a bit fuller, thicker, and protruded a bit more than mine did. But I had noticed something else as well the first time I had seen it, her clit was twice the size of my own, a tiny knot the size of my pinky-finger tip, or so it seemed anyway. And I once again remembered the image of her standing in the doorway of David's bedroom as she stood there rubbing it. I finished wrapping up her leg and stood. "You want me to help wash you?" I asked. "No...thank you. I think I can manage that well enough by myself," she said smiling. And besides, I'd just like to lay here and relax for a while." I reached over to turn the water off. "No, leave it...and in fact, unplug the tub, just let in run, it won't fill up any higher that way, and the water will stay warmer for a lot longer. I'll call you when I'm ready for you to help me out." "Well, don't dilly-dally too long mother, David should be here in a little over an hour from now," I reminded her. But even as I spoke the words, looking at her laying there in the water the way she was, reminded me of another time, days later after David had left. I turned, heading out of the bathroom with the image of that now firmly in my mind once again too. I nearly closed the door, shutting it, but then turned leaving it open partially. "I'll leave this open so I can hear you better when you call. And don't you dare try getting out by yourself either mother!" She didn't really answer, just waving me away with the flip of her hand, her eyes closed. I left the door ajar, and then headed out through her bedroom, deciding to make a quick stop at the linen closet for some fresh bath towels. Once I'd retrieved them, I headed back into the bedroom intending to take them in, but the sound of something else froze me in place just before I had pushed open the door. Stopping, I peered into the room without making any sound. From where I stood, I knew she couldn't see me. Her head was too far down inside the tub to see me standing in the doorway, her legs were still balanced, positioned over the edge of the tub, but she had managed to reposition herself slightly, just enough that within seconds I realized what she had done...was now doing. Fascinated, I stood there in the doorway peeking in, watching the water from the faucet as it pounded directly down against her cunt. I could hear her moaning, the sighs of pleasure very distinct, even the slight thrashing of her body, as she slowly rotated her pelvis as though thrusting against an imaginary prick as it fucked her was lewdly stimulating to me as I stood there. I had only a short time ago climaxed myself, and yet within seconds, found myself aroused as I stood there observing her, once again the image of mom standing in the doorway as she had observed me sucking her son, my brother. But even that image wasn't the only one that now coursed through my mind once again as I relieved and remembered another. I fought briefly through the barrier of guilt, though only for a moment or two this time before giving into the urge. And this time, I didn't just stand with my hand down the front of my shorts. This time, I removed everything completely, letting them drop to the floor beneath me, standing naked now. Once again my hand finding the pleasure of my sex, my legs spread a bit further apart granting my fingers even easier access. Imagining as I did, the hardness of mother's clit, how it must look, how it must have felt as the water beat against it, something I had very often done myself, yet still wondered if it felt the same way to her as it did to me. "Oh God! Oh God!" Mom moaned pleasurably, and I heard my own softened sigh of pleasure escape my lips as I watched, fingered, and then pat-slapped my mound and clit, fingering my nipples, now pulling on them and twisting them. I would of course berate myself later for this, I would chastise and deal with the guilt of having done so, along with the guilt of other things as well. I always did, probably always would. But it was the price I was more than willing to pay for the pure ecstasy and pleasure I was now feeling and experiencing, and would no doubt, do so again. Hearing the water slap a bit more than it had been, I could tell just by that, mother was humping herself even more forcefully against the pounding spray as it fell against her cunt. Added to that, her longer, deeper moans than seemed to come more frequently, the pant of ecstasy's approach, knowing as I heard it, she was on the verge of orgasm. Just that was enough to race my own towards completion as well, feeling the first delightful tingles of pleasure begin to seize my clit, which I now rubbed more directly, furiously with my fingertip. Standing, legs spread, one hand spreading my lips, further exposing my clit as I now pinched it, pulled it, and jerked it off like a miniature prick, a flash back again for a millisecond, the drive to the airport to see David off, giving him a sad, almost farewell hand-job there in the car on the way. "Oh fuck David! David! David!" I heard mother suddenly cry out. And I stood there, the orgasmic bliss I'd begun to feel suddenly wavering, shimmering away like a mirage in the desert, had I heard correctly? Had I actually spoken my brother's name out as I came, or had it indeed been she who had spoken it. For a moment, I was confused as to which one of us actually had. But then realized the truth of it, and stood shocked, even more so than I had been before. # Grabbing my discarded clothing, I raced naked back down to the kitchen area before dressing. Guessing as I did so that mom would first collect herself to some degree, and then finish washing before calling me back upstairs to help her out of the tub and to dress. Still shaken by what I had heard, I could only wonder at it. And then decided it was nothing more than an anguished relief of stress, through masturbation, the thought of David's finally coming home again after such a long absence as being the only thing that really made any sense. The fact I had reacted to it the way that I had, yet another reminder to my own horrible secret, guilt and desires that I still had, still held, and probably always would. Once again the memory of driving with David to the airport. The call he'd received, an opportunity coming at the most inopportune of times, though in hindsight now, perhaps a much needed one, for us all. He had jumped at it of course. A chance to get away, collect himself, something we had all needed back then, though I for one hadn't realized it. Only afterwards, only after David had gotten on the plane and I had returned did events lead me to the conclusion that I needed to stay away from him, and he me until I had found a way to deal with the demons and ghosts that now haunted me. Even he had fought initially with my fumbling, but I hadn't taken no for an answer. My own selfish thoughts, desires and needs overcoming reason. He had finally relented of course, he always had, though I now looked back on that with regret. He was my own brother, yet I hadn't looked at him in that way, forgetting everything, somehow overlooking that, pretending it wasn't so, just to satisfy my own personal needs. Too risky to actually suck him off while he drove, we had both settled instead for the easy long slow hand-job I had given him during the drive. Nearing the entrance to the airport, he had slowed the car, just long enough to allow me to lift my bra, baring my tits, and then leaning forward just enough to watch and thus catch my brother's spunk as he spurted delightfully, deliciously against my aroused flesh. I had seen him to the gate, his cream still clinging to my tits, the aroma of his funk filling my nostrils, my cunt heated, soaked, leaking with its own desire which I wouldn't even bother waiting to take care of during the drive home. Instead, locking myself in the bathroom stall at the airport after having seen him board the plane. Finger-fucking myself furiously only then, licking my still sticky breasts, tasting for what would be the last time, my brother's pearly essence. "Sharon?" I heard mom calling me from the bathroom. It was time to help her get out, to dress, and then wait with me as the two of us waited for David to arrive home once again. Something I both looked forward to, as well as dreaded simultaneously. How mom was dealing with it was something I couldn't understand, any more than I am sure she could understand, accept, or know about me either. Too many secrets, too many changes, too many unspeakable desires that could ever mend or heal the wounds that had come between the three of us. Perhaps in time they would, but it was still too soon for that. Far too soon for that now. Tortured Love "Coming mother!" I called out as I slowly made my way back up the stairs. # Mom's face was still flushed as I helped her out of the tub, dried, and then helped her to dress. As I did, I couldn't help but wonder if mine was too, stealing a glance in the mirror, and seeing that it was. "It's been a long time, too long," Mom said out of the blue. For a moment, I wasn't sure what she was referring too. "What?" She looked at me, saw the confused expression on my face, and realized my mind had been elsewhere. "Long time for that too," she said, but turned her face away slipping a fresh shift on over herself, then grabbing the crutches I had brought into the bathroom with me rather than hopping, or leaning on me the way she had coming in here. This time I didn't reply, simply looking at her, wondering if she had alluded to what it sounded like she had. But I wasn't about to go there either just in case she hadn't been. "Images! Images! Images!" I found myself thinking, looking at her as mom crawled up into her bed. I stood at the end of the bed watching her, watching as she plumped up the pillows behind her in order to sit up, and though one leg was now in a cast, she sat arranging things, her legs bent at the knee slightly parted. Almost identical to the image I recalled the night after David had left. For a moment, I saw her now as I had then, shaking the thought off temporarily. "You need anything else?" "No, I'm fine for the moment at least, but let me know as soon he gets here," mom told me. I laughed. "Hell mother, you'll probably know it before I do, and be downstairs greeting him at the door even." She did smile at that. "Maybe so, but just in case I don't..." "You know that I will," I said turning and then walking out of the room once again heading back down the stairs, though the previous memory, images once again returned even as I did so. # It had been the second night after David had left. And just like David and I had done, mother and I had proceeded to sample several bottles of my father's private wine collection. Not much of a drinker, she had gotten pretty loopy just as I had. Neither one of us feeling much pain, which was the whole point of course, but suffering in our own unique little ways, sharing it together, though perhaps not quite thinking about the same exact things while we did. We had finally stumbled up to the bedrooms together, helping mom into bed where I was sure she would literally pass out shortly. Finally getting her undressed, she had refused to let me help her on with one of her nightgowns, so I had left her naked, tucking the sheets and blankets up and around her, leaving on the bedside lamp just in case she needed to tear off into her bathroom to throw up. Like I said, mom wasn't much of a drinker, so I was half expecting that. I had stumbled back to my own room to undress before collapsing into bed myself, and then needing to pee. I did so, once again passing by mother's bedroom on my way to the separate shared bathroom. As I came near her room however, I could hear sounds and thought for a moment that she was crying, understandably so, especially after everything we had all been through. Stepping in through the door, I fully expected to comfort her, but was totally unprepared for what I then saw. Mom was sitting up in her bed, pillows propped behind her comfortably. Her legs spread, obscenely so, but even more wickedly, something I had never dreamed of, or considered her really doing before. What I then saw, long before she saw me standing there mouth agape, was her shoving in what appeared to be a rather large double-ended dildo. Half of it obviously inside her, mom holding onto the other half, fucking herself with it, eyes closed and moaning audibly. "Oh my God...I'm, I'm sorry!" I had blubbered, though in truth had I merely stepped back out of the room, she might not have known I had even been there. I raced back to my own room, my head buzzing from a combination of the booze we'd consumed as well as the erotic display I had just witnessed. Something else that I now fought with, as it had indeed been an erotic sight to have seen. I sat there in disbelief for a moment, visualizing it, though coming to reason that she was fairly intoxicated, and that often, as had been the case for myself, inhibitions seemed to fly right out the window whenever I had been. So must have been the case for mom, openly masturbating, abusing herself the way she had been for some sense of relief, some tortured need that had gone too long unfulfilled. "Sharon?" I had been so lost in my own thoughts that I hadn't seen her come in, hearing the sound of my name I looked up, watched as mom stumbled over towards the bed, weirdly, still carrying the obscene vulgar looking dildo in her hand as she half sat, half fell over me on the bed. "Mom?" "Oh God baby, I'm sorry...couldn't help it, forgive me, forgive me," she pleaded over and over. In my mind, she was delirious, drunk yes, but obviously horny and aroused, a state that I hadn't seen her in before, not like this anyway, and was at a loss as to what to do about it, or her for that matter. "There's nothing to be sorry about," I stated simply, finally easing her onto her back next to me on the bed, seizing in hand half of the rubber dildo she still held onto herself, though my intention had been to take it away, and set it aside on the dresser. To my surprise, she didn't let go, almost fighting me for it instead. "Please..." she half cried. "Please..." "Please what?" I asked bewildered. Now she was crying, but she didn't let up. "Forgive me baby, forgive me, but fuck me with it...I need you to fuck me...make me cum so I can go to sleep, so I can finally got to sleep," she half slurred. Only then did she release her half of the fake prick we both held as though having been engaged in a tug-of-war with it, which I had just won, though she had given it up. I nearly set it aside on the dresser just as I'd planned in the first place, until she looked at me pleadingly and said it again. "Please Sharon, I need to be fucked, please!" I found myself living in an entirely different universe, certainly not the one I had grown up in. Bewildered, confused, and somewhat inebriated myself, my thought then as befuddled as it was, to simply do the obvious. After everything she had been through, to give her a simple needed orgasm in order to get to sleep, it was the very least that I could do. So in this other universe I now found myself in, and since I had already crossed over into this other world with David, I found it no harder to do so for mom, especially under the circumstances. I even spread her legs, helping her bend them at the knee, and saw then for the very first time the sensual, erotic display of her neither lips, puffy, swollen, her clitoris engorged, huge in comparison to my own. I was fascinated, suddenly consumed with curiosity, lust and desire to fulfill her desire, her need. And her need then became my own. I knelt between her legs, positioning one end of the double-headed toy at the opening of her sex. I watched as though in slow motion, as I began easing it in, watching the lips of her pussy wrap themselves tenderly, wantonly, around the head of the thick phallus. I could feel the trickle of my own sweet moisture beginning to gather as I did so, seeing hers as it glistened, accepted, and then coated the thick prick which I began pushing in, and then out of her. Mom's eyes were closed, oblivious as to me or what I was now doing to her. Where ever she was at, whichever world she was in at the moment, had nothing to do with our world, with this place. Only the need of relief, the desire to feel wanted, needed, accepted could be understood here, just as I understood it, had come to know it with David. And so I knelt there, fucking my mother's cunt, watching the thick prick easing itself in and out of her until I too wanted to feel it. And then, just as though she'd been reading my mind, she turned, rolling, the toy still deeply embedded inside herself. Mother was now on all fours, her ass facing towards me. She had reached back behind herself, gathering up the free end of the wicked looking toy, holding it. I turned around, reaching beneath myself, felt my ass now pressed against hers. I then took what was to be my portion of the shared prick, inserting it, sliding my cunt over the end of it until it was hilted deeply inside me. Again feeling the press of mom's bare ass next to mine, slowly grinding now, gyrating, and then in unison, humping against one another in this fashion, fucking one another in and out furiously against the impaled prick we now shared. If there was any other word to describe what I now felt, I couldn't think of it. Decadent was what came to mind. Sinfully decadent, and sinfully pleasurable. Even the slap of mom's ass against my own added to the pleasure, the stimulant as cunts liquefied, hers and mine both. The frothy sounds of lusty pleasure as they poured forth. The slippery suckings of cunts impaled, fucking hungrily back against one another, the squishy juice of pleasure suddenly increasing ten-fold with each passing second until I could no longer stand it, could no longer continue on with just the feel of it, the sense of it without tasting it and smelling it as well. Uncunting myself, I then spun, seizing her as I did, tearing away from her the enormous prick which I'd been fucking her with. Rolling her onto her back once again, I then buried my face between her legs, easily locating that blood engorged clit, sucking it as though it were a prick, David's prick, hungrily, wildly with total and complete abandon. If I thought I got juicy whenever I was aroused or horny, it was nothing in comparison to the way mom did. The sweet tasting nectar that poured from her cunt was thick, rich and creamy. Like a wild-woman, I went mad on her, devouring her, forcing my tongue as deeply inside of her as I could in search of even more of the God's succulent fruit sap that I could find there. And as I did, she came, and she came again, and again, and again. Exhausted, my face smeared with her essence, I rolled away finally, each of us trying to catch our respective breaths. Eyes closed, I think I drifted off, only to wake later, though how much time had since passed I couldn't have known. Only the sense, the touch of her own mouth on my split alerted me to the fact of the present. I thought briefly in stopping her, what I had done, I had done freely, for her...for her need which had become mine. But I could not accept that she too might have the same desire as I had, nor that she was aware of the implications, the actions as I knew I had been. Even as these thoughts filled my head, so did the renewed arousal between my legs grow as she continued to lick, suckle, and kiss me there. The flame of desire burning away all thought of uncertainty, inhibition once again. The tickle of tongue to clit maddening, just as it had been for her. The mewled sounds of pleasure, approval. The grunt and spasmodic twist and turn of delight, acceptance. I felt my pussy begin to tingle with delight, the hotness of the act overwhelming, the intensity of pleasure erasing names and faces from memory momentarily. Even the maddened climatic release had no rhyme or reason to it, though I would learn later I had called out his name over and over again as I came. "David! David! David!" # After that we had both slept for a time, I remembered feeling her close, holding her. At some point towards morning, I was only half conscious of the fact that she'd slid out of bed, padding quietly down the hall back towards her own room. Once again, the silent passage of time until a new sound truly woke me. The sound of mom retching her guts out in the bathroom. I could only lay there, listening to her, knowing the pain and guilt she must be feeling at what we had allowed to happen, what we had done. And I knew then and there, it was time for me to leave before I destroyed this family entirely if I hadn't done so already. It was in fact a very strained period of time. Mother and I never spoke nor discussed what had happened, though she had tried doing so once. I had adamantly told her I hadn't wished to talk about it, so we hadn't, never bringing up the subject again. When Jack asked me to marry him, I agreed almost immediately. Seeing a way out, a way to put all this behind me, and a way of allowing both mother as well as David to come together as family again with me no longer around. David had in fact come back briefly a few months later, long enough to meet Jack, and long enough to be there for the wedding. David in fact walking me down the aisle. Shortly before the wedding, we had our last really deep discussion where I told him, informed him really, that I thought it best we not see or communicate with one another for a while. It would give us both a chance to put what had happened between us, behind us. And though my heart and desires said otherwise, it was because of that very fact that I knew it to be the right decision. And a decision David didn't argue with, nor object in having heard either. Maybe it was a mistake to marry Jack, I certainly didn't love him, though I felt in time that perhaps I could. But I felt it a bigger one to stay there, to pretend to feel other than the way that I did. Especially with the added complication of what had transpired between mom and me. It was too much to have to deal with, accept. And I wasn't about to try and explain all of that to David either, bad enough to have done what I had done with him, let alone, his learning what I had then freely done with our own mother. Time passed, just as it was passing now. I glanced at the clock hearing the sound of a car pulling into the drive, and knew that David had come home. # Kathryn - The moment Sharon had left the room and gone back downstairs, I retrieved my hated crutches and quietly made my way over to the window, propping myself against the back of the easy chair. I stood gazing out the window towards the street. Below, cars passed by, children played and there was the sound of dogs barking in the distance. Though aware of these sounds and passings, none of it really registered. My thoughts had begun to drift elsewhere as I stood waiting for David to finally arrive home. It seemed like a lifetime ago now. And for all intents and purposes, it was. So much had happened, changed, and forever would be changed. But it was my hope and desire that somehow, someway, the closeness we had once shared could be found again. But the reality was, with the intimacy that had happened between us, could that ever be possible? Had things gone so far that never again could we come to accept those moments and find a way to live with them? That first night, horrible and as stressful as it had started out, turned into something that I could have never imagined, never thought myself capable of accepting, let alone actually becoming aroused, curious, and excited about. But I did. Sharon and David had given me a couple of mild sleeping pills with the hopes I would finally get some rest and relax after the horrendous events of the evening. Having learned that my own husband and David's wife had been involved to the extent that they had been, had been a hard blow for all of us. Even Sharon had been affected with all this occurring on her birthday of all days. I had tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, even with the help of the pills that merely made me a bit groggy, though sleep itself wouldn't come. It was then that I heard laughter coming from the living room, and again wondered if in fact I was asleep...dreaming. The sound of laughter itself seemingly so out of place after the events of the evening. But then I heard it again, a bit louder this time and recognized Sharon's giggle as well as David's deeper throated chuckle. Curious, I rolled out of bed, making my way quietly out of my room, down the short hallway towards the steps leading down into the living room. Reaching the landing, I took two steps, finally clearing the overhang and wall, which prevented me from seeing into the room itself. When I did, I stopped peering down and over towards them. What I saw at first surprised, and then shocked me. My initial reaction to barge down the remaining steps, furious at the obscene spectacle that now greeted my eyes, nearly doing so. But it was the simple action I now saw that cemented my feet keeping me from doing so. I had watched David nearly tear away Sharon's bra, his hands suddenly, and lovingly cupping one of her breasts. As though in slow motion, I watched as his lips pursed, the hard bud of her nipple, which I could clearly see even at this distance now surrounded by his sucking lips. Seeing David as he sucked his sister's breast, her beautiful almost perfect orb that he now held, was one of the most erotic, beautiful and sensual things I had ever witnessed. What I saw now was not my son and daughter, but two people who were sharing something intimately sweet, borne out of ugliness perhaps, but nevertheless beautiful in its own way. And though the ramifications of such a coming together were obvious, that moment transcended all moral judgments, especially on my part. Mesmerized, the next thing I became aware of was my hand fondling my breast through the thin wispy material of my nightgown. I felt the hardness of my nipple as I pinched it, as though pinching myself to wake. It had been weeks since I'd even masturbated, let alone anything else. The sex between John and I so infrequent, so unfulfilling that I no longer missed it. But I did miss the sensuality I had once known with him in the beginning. The same sensual scene now playing before me down inside the room as I stood there watching them as though in a theater. I even gasped, fearing for a moment of being heard as I watched Sharon leaning over, gathering David's hard stiff cock inside her mouth. I watched as she lovingly, even playfully sucked it, now jealous in mind as I did so. Wanting so very much to be doing the same thing myself, even to the point of sharing such a moment with her if I had too. The image of us both, licking up one side and down the other of David's beautiful hard cock, the taste of his aroused flesh, the sweetness of his pearly dew drops that we would squeeze from the head of his prick, playfully taking turns and passing back and forth to one another with tongues and fingers. Fingers. Once again I found myself unaware until now. Though one hand continued to mold, fondle and caress my own breast, the other I now felt between my legs, the hem of my gown bunched up, the moisture of my sex dripping, fluid as my fingers slid easily in and out. I felt the tingle of anticipatory pleasure as I rolled the hard knob of my clitoris, the too long locked away need of pleasure and excitement suddenly flooding my mind like a dam breaking. I was forced to let go of my breast, knees shaking, light headed as I gripped the banister for support. My fingers even more busily now between my legs as I unabashedly stood there finger-fucking myself. Somehow I saw myself where Sharon was, saw myself as I was the one to lay back, legs bent at the knee, so wonderfully, and so obscenely spread just as hers now were as David crawled between them. I again gasped, this time uncaring if I was heard, the fantasy of my cunt being the one now licked, sucked and kissed all too consuming to care anymore. "Yes David yes! Make me cum David, please...make me cum!" Though it was Sharon's voice speaking, they were my own words. I closed my eyes, immediately felt the touch of my son's lips gathering the hard knot of my soul sucking it, the light yet firm tonguing of my clitoris sending a tidal wave of pure pleasure up and down my entire spine. The thrill of his fingers now penetrating, adding to the wonderfully naughty joy of his mouth as it worked my clit, pulling it almost fiercely now, savagely until the eruption of bliss would claim me, just as I heard it now claiming Sharon. Tortured Love "Oh fuck baby, fuck! Yes David yes...I'm there! I'm there! Oh my God!" she screamed. Her scream, her cry of release, was both a warning as well as a reminder to us both. I took a step back, and then another up the stairs, just as I saw David's head begin to swivel away from his sister's still throbbing glistening sex. "What?" Sharon had asked still breathless. "Nothing, I thought I heard or saw something," David had said. I had stood motionless on the steps, holding my breath, just out of sight, though had either one of them moved much at all, or looked further in my direction, the likelihood of being discovered would have been unavoidable. "Your turn," Sharon said instead. "I want to taste you again, completely," she added. # I had made my way back up to the landing, only then turning and taking one soft step at a time back to my room. As I entered, I knew the need for relief, swearing to myself upon realizing I had left my purse downstairs on the end table, right next to where the two of them now lay pleasuring one another. Inside, I had kept a small inconspicuous little vibrator, and though I hadn't used it often, I had found it needfully accessible for those few precious moments when the urge and desire had found me. As it had now. Turning, I stared at my dresser drawer. Inside remained the unopened, unused monstrosity that John had long ago brought home to me, something I had ardently refused to try much to John's dismay. I opened the bottom drawer where I had placed it, wondering even as I did why I hadn't thrown it out in the beginning. I could only wonder if some inner sense had kept me from doing so for this very reason, for this very moment in time as I withdrew the plastic package, tearing it open. What I had once viewed as something too vulgar, too obscene to ever use, now became a substitute for David's prick. Though double ended, it was in a way like having two of David's cocks to hold, the width, though certainly not the length similar in appearance. Even the shapely head much like my sons, the spear point appearing like a tiny shaped heart, the ridge of the crown wickedly delicious as I allowed my fingers to tease it, thumbing the edge which I knew my pussy lips would soon delightfully be kissing, sucking as I fucked it in and out of myself. I carried David's cock into the bathroom, closing the door, washing it, and then oiling it making it slippery, though I knew that was totally unnecessary, the feel of my own fluids already pooling, even running down the inside of my leg as I sat on the toilet seat, one leg resting on the edge of the nearby bath tub, the other braced over the clothes hamper as I pulled it closer towards me. I placed the head of the long pink thick prick at the opening of my sex, felt the spear point of the phallus kiss the tip of my clitoris, then slide down in the slippery furrow of my split before seeking access to the recess of my now throbbing cunt. I pushed, felt the head slip inside, gathering more of the length hand over hand, and slowly pressing more of the monster inside me. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" I heard myself moaning, once again uncaring if my own words of desire, need and lust could be over heard. But I knew they weren't. I knew that the ecstasy of expressions being felt, sounded, and expressed downstairs would overshadow anything I was doing up here. I had pummeled my cunt into oblivion. I had always had wetter than normal orgasms, the juice of my cunt often soaking my panties to the point that I had even worn pads, especially during those times when dating, when I hoped, or rather expected there to be some form of stimulation, even if "back then" I had no intention of going all the way. But it wasn't often even then, that I felt the sudden release, the near overwhelming sensations I now felt as my pussy exploded, the spray of my climax actually forcing itself around the prick that I held as fully inside myself as I could. I watched in abject fascination even as the force of my climax threatened to blind my eyes, I saw the voluminous clear liquid emerge from my cunt, only then yanking out the toy, feeling it even more forcefully now when doing so. The jettisons of my own female ejaculations hard enough, and long enough to actually hit, splashing against the closed bathroom door. I imagined as they did, David's mouth attempting to capture my essence....and then eerily, Sharon's as well as they both did. # I had slept in the following morning, or rather in being truthful, staying in bed. Even going so far as to feign sleep when Sharon came in to check on me later on, softly closing the door as she left, leaving me to my thoughts of the night before. At first, once again angry, then confused, then ashamed, guilt ridden by all of it, and confused once again. But finally...aroused too. I retrieved David's cock as I now came to know it, once again introducing it into my slit, trying to recapture the moment I had experienced the evening before, doing so briefly, but not long enough to achieve the same level of satisfaction that I had. I had finally emerged, looking disheveled, exhausted, which I was, but not for the reasons and concerns that were expressed as I finally joined my son and daughter at the table, sipping coffee in silence with them for a very long time. The day passed, slowly. The awkwardness and reality of the events finally spoken about, discussed. Acceptance came from that, for each of us, though it hadn't made it any easier, but it had in a way drawn us somewhat closer together. And yet, I was still outside of the secret now shared, held and experienced again that very evening. Once again, two pills to put mom to bed with, two pills I took but didn't swallow even though their effects had been negligible. I had determined to keep myself alert and aware in the event more was to happen, which did. Like a young child being sent to bed, looked in upon later, I again pretended sleep, hearing the soft closing of the door as both David and Sharon backed out. "She's exhausted," David had said. "With good reason, we all are," Sharon had spoken, "though admittedly...I'm," "Horny again?" David had chuckled softly, though the sound of their voices and conversation trailed off as they moved towards their bedrooms. I knew even as I rolled out of bed, creeping towards my own bedroom door to stand there listening, that this time, unfortunately, though odd that I would think of it in this way, they had decided to go into David's bedroom, the furthest away from my own. I found disappointment in that, knowing there would be no way to see them, share with them again the excitement of the night before. Hearing no sounds, no noises, I again crept out into the dimly lit hallway. The single lamp at the far end of the hall near the landing the only source of light, but well enough to see by as I stared towards the closed door just beyond the shared bathroom between their two rooms. I might not be able to see anything this time, but I could still listen. Like a cat stalking its prey, I cautiously approached David's door, my entire attention focused on whatever sound or noise could be heard as I did so, including the sound of my own soft feet padding across the carpet. In moments, I was standing outside his bedroom door, my head cocked towards it, the faint almost too faint sounds to be clearly heard reaching my ears. But I had come prepared, and felt ashamed that I had, yet excited in having done so. I had to give John credit on the one hand. Though he was a lousy husband, and now considered by me to be a lousy father as well, he had been and most likely still was, a good practicing physician. As such, he had kept a number of items at home, one of which included a stethoscope, which he'd kept in the bedside nightstand. The fact that he sometimes insisted we incorporate it into our sex-life, was another matter entirely. The purposes of its use during those times, often seeming too bizarre for my own understanding. But I was happy now to be holding it as I placed it against the thin plywood door. "I love the way you suck my tits," Sharon was saying. Her now audible pleasurable moan as David obviously did so filling my ears. "God that feels good, especially when you put them together like that, and suck them simultaneously," she'd added. I had come prepared in another way as well, this time, naked. Standing outside my own son's bedroom door, entirely naked, my fingers already twiddling my twat as I pressed the stethoscope to the door, listening. I continued to play with myself, alternating between caressing and fondling my own breasts, my cunt, fingering or merely toying with it dependent upon what the two of them did, or were doing. I envisioned myself, laying there feeling, experiencing whatever it was that they did, especially when Sharon suggested another simple pleasure that I had actually never done, finding it less than rewarding, but now suddenly intriguing as the image of it filled my mind's eye. "God that's nice!" David has said pleasurably. I knew from standing there, Sharon had made the suggestion of wrapping her full breasts around her brother's prick, slicking them up with the use of some baby-oil she had handy. I could hear the slick, decadent sucking and squishy playfulness of her breasts as she jacked her brother's prick, using her breasts to do so, occasionally capturing it with her mouth in order to suck, teasing the head. David's ongoing commentary filled in the gaps of my imagination as I tried to visualize how it looked, must have felt, and then saw myself doing the same to him in Sharon's place. When they eventually began fucking, even that image was clearly burned into my mind. I could hear the slap of flesh upon flesh, Sharon kneeling on the bed, David positioned behind her in the all too familiar "doggy-style" a personal favorite of mine. I could see the sway of Sharon's breasts as David thrust his blood-engorged, hard as a rock prick inside her, in and out, in and out. My fingers keeping tempo with myself as I stood there listening to the sounds of their sexual fury, the liquid squishy erotic sounds of my daughter's cunt as she sucked, accepted, sucked and fucked back against her brother's impaling prick. Hearing their almost simultaneous orgasmic release, triggering my own as I stood there, the stethoscope only then dropping from my hand to tap lightly against the door as I came, joining them as my fingers dove as deeply as I could manage them inside, shuddering to completion. "Shh!" David said suddenly. "What?" I didn't wait around to hear any more, half sprinting back to my own room, slipping inside, closing the door just as I heard the door to David's bedroom being opened. # For three nights in a row, I either watched, or listened to the two of them going at one another. Almost to the point of madness where I couldn't stand it anymore, and had decided on another course of action myself. That particular evening had brought about a slight change, one that I was very thankful for as we had sat down together, eating the first decent prepared meal in days. We had sat down in the living room, relaxing, even laughing together as we consumed more of my soon to be ex-husband's vintage wine. As expected, and somewhat hoped for, Sharon not being one to hold her liquor as well as most might or would, became tipsy far sooner than either David or I had, though even I had begun to feel the effects of the wine as we finished off the third bottle. And though feeling it, I exaggerated my own state, soon after excusing myself to bed. And also has hoped for and expected, I later heard the giggling sounds of laughter as David finally managed to coax, and help Sharon upstairs to her room, disappearing inside for a while, though emerging a short time after that. Once again, I pretended sleep, hearing my own door open, David peering in, and then walking off back to his own room. There was really no way of knowing if they had done anything, though I could only assume from Sharon's slurred giggling speech they had not. And even though she may have been in the mood to do so, which it had sounded like she was, I felt Sharon was in no condition to do so, and had probably eventually passed out, which is when David had finally left her room. My heart was beating a thousand miles an hour as I lay there in bed, the darkness of the night complete, save for the luminescent hands of the alarm clock on the side of the bed as they slowly ticked off the hours, minutes, and seconds. Now just after two a.m., I again slipped out of bed, taking a moment to stare outside my window at the blackness of the night. There was no moon, there would be no light coming into the window of David's room. What I now considered was pure foolishness on the one hand, but I had gone beyond the point of rational reasoning on the other. Though Sharon and I shared certain features and attributes of course, the similarities ended there. But in the darkness, we could pass for one another, as long as I didn't speak of course. I was also wise enough to realize, that in all likelihood, the thought I would actually get away without David's knowing who I was to be ridicules. I wasn't that stupid to think or suggest otherwise. But what I did hope was that until that moment came, I would have had at least a shared moment, something I could at least keep with me even after my discovery whenever that occurred. Such were my thoughts at the time. Again naked, I stepped out into the hallway, this time shutting off the single light illuminating the area. In seconds, I stood in complete and total darkness, allowing my eyes to adjust to whatever light remained, which wasn't much after standing there for several long minutes. Satisfied it was as good as it was going to get, I felt along the hallway, soon after locating the door to David's bedroom. I wasn't surprised to find it unlocked, quietly turning the knob stepping inside and then closing the door behind me. Nor was I surprised to find David's room nearly as dark as my own, the single window facing the side of the yard, even more away from the street lights than my own was. I could barely make out the shape of the bed, let alone see him laying in it, which I knew he was by the simple sound of his quiet breathing. With my heart once again up in my throat, I slid my feet across the floor as though scouting ahead for any unforeseen obstacles, my knees actually touching first, letting me know I'd arrived. I again stood, listening, focusing my eyes on what little light there may have been, quietly slipping into bed beside him now, only the sheet for covering as I lifted it, then slid into bed next to him. David stirred, still in sleep however as I gingerly snuggled up next to him. Feeling the soft warm flesh of his skin next to mine as my breasts pressed lightly against his back, my nipples already hardening in excitement and nervousness. I lay again unmoving for the longest time, almost willing him to wake up, realize it was me, and have it over with. But he didn't. Reaching around in front, it was easy enough to locate his flaccid prick, all comfy and tucked away against itself, though my hand soon woke it into stirring. I expected David to likewise do the same, but again he didn't. I now felt it as it began to grow, felt it lengthen in my hand and marveled at the almost immediate transformation. The excitement between my own legs growing with each passing second, as I now began stroking his erect cock with purpose, finally eliciting movement, awareness as slowly he came to know that I...or rather perhaps Sharon in his still groggy state had come into his room, joining him. And though he spoke, his words still slurred with sleep, I replied not, instead pressing my breasts even more fully against his back, my leg entwined now with his as I cupped his balls with one hand, still stroking his hard firm cock with the other. "Fuck me," I whispered about as quietly as I could, trying to will myself to sound like Sharon somehow, hoping that perhaps in his still sleepy state, David wouldn't have heard or realized the difference between us...yet. I felt David roll towards me, and as he did, I rolled with him, away, onto my back. I felt him hovering over me briefly, now settling between my outstretched legs, also spread as I felt the point of his arousal nestle curiously at the opening of my sex. I felt the head nuzzle, and then press, and then slip inside as my arms came around his back, drawing him even deeper, more fully into me. His first thrust, then his second and third impaling me completely, only his fourth, resting against my cervix, deep inside as he allowed us both to accustom ourselves to the moment, the sensation we both felt. I felt David's hands locate my breasts, his tongue quickly flicking out to further harden the already hardened nubbin of pleasure he found there. The memory, the vision of his pursed lips as they surrounded it, sucking it in, causing me to gasp gloriously with pleasure. David's prick already sliding home again, then out, then in, and then out with a slow thorough coupling of pleasure that threatened to rob me of all thought. I soon began meeting him somewhere in the middle of all that, feeling the surge of his strength as it consumed me, the liquid rapture of my joy now cascading from my cunt in a series of pulsating little squirts that began soaking the sheets bathing us both. As I thrust up, feeling the orgasmic explosion which preceded that begin filling my mind, body and soul, I heard as well as felt David's release, his cock suddenly lurching, the ejaculation of his seed splashing against my womb. I held my pleasure in for as long as I could until it burst forth through whatever silent barrier I had created hearing my son's words. "Yes mother...cum, cum for me...cum!" # David - As the cab pulled into the drive way, I glanced up and caught mother standing just behind the window of her room. Fittingly, ironically perhaps, it was the same place I had seen her last when I had left for the last time so long ago now. After I had retrieved my luggage looking up once again, I wasn't at all surprised to find she had gone, no doubt already making her way downstairs to greet me, which I fully expected as I approached the front door. I had barely set my bags down, preparing to ring the bell when it opened, once again, not too surprisingly that it had. Sure enough, it was mother and not Sharon who I first saw as the door opened. "Welcome home David," she said, slipping her arms around me, holding me close as I in turn held her in kind. "Mother!" Sharon's voice suddenly sounded from the entry heading into the kitchen, "I told you..." She stopped, her eyes locking onto mine. For a moment there was nothing but complete and total silence as the two of us stood there staring at one another. "Oh for hells sakes," mom said. "Go kiss your sister!" And though we did, it certainly wasn't the type of kiss we had once shared together, far from it. This time kissing just as brothers and sisters might, that and nothing more. Though there was a hint of longing behind it even then, a remembrance of sorts that had us both standing there with faces flushed, as the awkwardness of the moment sat in once again. "Come on, help your invalid old mother into the kitchen," she'd said, throwing one arm around my shoulder, the other around Sharon's as we literally carried her through the doorway, letting her down near the table as she carefully took a chair sitting down. At least in that way, it felt like home again, not too much had changed, a few odds and ends was all, along with a fresh coat of paint along one wall where there used to hang wall paper. "Better?" Mom had asked as she noticed my looking at it. I never had much cared for the flowered design, and nodded my head in approval. Tortured Love "Much better," I actually grinned, seeing my sister's smile as I did so, giving me some measure of relief. We spoke, catching up, even laughing and joking together just like old times, though I also noted there was never any mention of anything that had ever happened between us since that time. Nor did any of us discuss anything about Dad, or Gwen, as though the two of them no longer existed, which for us...they didn't. Though time had passed and we had all changed a little over the past four years, after a short time it felt like I had never even left. Perhaps four years was still too short in fact, especially as I sat there, watching as mom moved about in her chair as we all spoke. She had worn a bathrobe over her nightgown of course, trying to be careful with her leg, but it occasionally parted, once again giving hint at the two well rounded swells of flesh just barely concealed beneath the material. That brief glimpse, those brief moments, more than enough to send me spiraling back in time, the memory of her as she'd come into my room that night. Yes...I had known, I had heard the door opening though she'd tried being quiet about it as she did. And I knew, just from that, it was her and not my sister. Had it been Sharon, she'd have simply come in, no pretense at cautionary quiet in doing so. But I had also seen the shape Sharon had been in as well, and knew without any doubt, she was dead to the world after all the wine she'd consumed. So I knew...yes, and I wondered even as she entered, slipping into bed beside me what I would do if it turned out to be what I figured it might. And of course it did, as I did, as I willingly slipped my prick deep inside my own mother's cunt. Somewhere along the way, I heard Sharon mention something about flying out on Sunday afternoon, giving her just one more day, and an evening to visit before doing so. "You sure you can't stay?" Mom had asked. "David's just got here!" she added unnecessarily. "I can't mom, I really do need to get back, I will have been here two weeks already, and that's as long as I said I'd be away." "It's not like Jack misses you, or needs you back right away," mom said allowing the rest of her thought to trail off, a hint of something more going on unsaid. I looked towards my sister for clarification, but she offered none, choosing instead to ignore the comment, and purposely shying away from looking me in the eyes as well. "I have my own job as well," she added, by way of explanation and the only one she was offering. "So though I would like to," she said now finally looking towards me, even giving me a brief sisterly smile, "I have to get back." "Well, in that case, since this is going to be our one and only night together then, neither one of you better make any plans except to spend it together. I've been saving something special, just for the occasion, and we're going to enjoy and amuse ourselves with it later after dinner." "Ah oh," I said jokingly, though not meaning to allude to the last time we'd all gotten drunk together, though I caught a brief fleeting look from mom after saying that. "One doesn't get drunk on hundred year old Scotch," she informed us both. "One sips, savors and enjoys it," she added. "Straight?" Sharon asked. "Straight," Mom said nodding her head, "though you can have it over the rocks if you'd like," she condescended to my sister. # We had enjoyed a light, though delicious meal together. Afterwards, Sharon and I had cleared away the table just like old times, even going so far as to stand side-by-side, hand washing the dirty dishes rather than simply loading the dish-washer. The only real difference being, we didn't stand there and tease one another the way we once did, as a way to pass the time of having to do the dishes by hand. For the most part, we stood in silence, though in close proximity to one another, a brief awkward pause as my hand inadvertently touched hers as we passed dishes. "You're not going back until we've had a chance to talk," I said finally. Though she nodded her head, she said nothing, though mom did as she sat behind us at the table having overheard my comment. "That's something we're all going to do tonight," she informed us then. Drawing our attention back to the unopened hundred year old scotch that stood waiting for us on the table. "We're going to have a drink, talk, have another drink, talk some more, drink again...and talk," she said with some finality. "So, finish up, and then help haul my ass downstairs to the den." # We had already done all the catching up we were going to do. But that wasn't the point of any of this either. Before either Sharon or I had a chance to ask her what it was she wanted to talk about or discuss, she insisted that we all first sit, and finish the first drink together before doing that. Which we then did. It was then that we sat as mom outlined a few things we didn't know, going over the estate, what was there, where it was etc in the event of her death, something that neither Sharon or I was too comfortable listening too. "Well, now that that parts out of the way, it's time for another drink," she said pouring an even fuller glass than she had the first time. "Finish up, then we're talking some more," she admonished as she soon after drained her glass already pouring another for each of us shortly afterwards. "I thought it was time to talk now," I said eyeing my third. "It is, but this time, you might want to have another to sip at while we do. There's things I need to say, and things the two of you are going to sit there listening to while I do. But...you might want to have a sip or two along the way as I do that." Sharon and I looked at one another nervously, and with good reason. We had only heard this particular tone of mother's voice a few times, the last time at the window as we stood watching my ex-wife sucking my father's cock. "Go inside, I'll deal with this myself!" Words that I still clearly remembered, just as was the tone of voice she had used then, which she was also using now. "Sharon? You need to know that I purposely tricked, and then fucked your brother." Before Sharon could even respond to that, her mouth already forming words, an expression of shock on her face, she then turned towards me. "And David? You need to know that I also seduced Sharon." Now it was my turn to look surprised, which I was, but there was more to all of this that either she or Sharon actually realized. And as I would soon learn, visa versa. "So, having said that, if either one of you is going to be angry with anyone, for any reason, then let it be me. I'm the one that obviously caused the division between you two, and after everything that happened, I'm damned if I'm going to just stand here and let it continue either!" "You knew about David and I?" Sharon finally stammered. "From the very beginning," I said interrupting her before she had said anything more. "It wasn't until later that I realized it, but someone had indeed been standing at the top of the stairs that first night you and I fooled around on the floor in the living room. I never really saw her of course, but swore I had heard something, and thought I had seen movement. But it wasn't until afterwards that I realized, she'd been there for most of it. That, and later...outside the door to my bedroom, that was you too wasn't it mother?" I now asked her directly, seeing her shake her head in acknowledgement. "Yes it was David, I freely admit it, and don't apologize for having done it either. The only thing I will apologize for, was for letting it lead me into doing what I then did. I was jealous..." "Jealous?" Sharon spoke incredulously. "Yes, jealous, of you and the intimacy you and David had found together. I was jealous of that, and wanted to experience in whatever way that I could, what the two of you had found together and were being able to enjoy, especially during that period of time. Something I didn't have. You two had one another, you always did. David's loss at his own marriage was no less devastating than my own. And not that all this happening on your 21st birthday wasn't important Sharon, because it was. That...and suddenly losing your father in a way, which is what you did, you were no longer "daddy's little girl", nor did you ever want to be so ever again after that. So yes, it affected you in an equally big way as well. But again, you two had one another, and so it was almost natural in a way that you came together to console one another, and eventually end up sharing the intimacy that you did. I didn't have that. And I was jealous of the two of you because of it, so I more or less, tricked you both into sharing that with me." "You didn't trick me into doing anything I didn't want to do mother," I then spoke using the same serious tone of voice that she had been. "I knew it was you the moment you came into my room." Now it was mom's turn to look surprised. "You did?" "Yes, I did." And then I explained it to her, how I knew, how I had guessed it, and how I even then put all the other pieces together as well. "So you see? I knew, and I made a conscious decision to do what I did, allowed myself to do, because of you. So it wasn't something that happened because you tricked me, even though you were obviously aware that I knew it was you afterwards, but because I did love you, and did understand what you'd been going through. I allowed it to happen, because I had already decided I wanted it to, it was only a matter of time based on everything else that was going on back then. My guilt came from not being able to tell Sharon I had, or why...or that I wanted to do so again. And that was confusing enough, because I also wanted to continue doing the things with Sharon that we had been as well. I knew deep down inside my heart that I had no business to judge you for it, any more than either you, or Sharon had the right to judge any one of us." Having heard that, there was almost a look of profound relief on my sister's face. "Sharon? I said looking at her, knowing that there was something by the look in her eyes that she needed and wanted to say. Perhaps just saying her name gave her the courage to do so. "That night, when you came into my room," she said looking at our mother, "I could have very easily turned you aside, helped you back into your own room. You know that, you must have known that. The fact that I didn't, the fact that I later realized I hadn't wanted to is what upset me the most. I felt like I had betrayed David for feeling that way, for having enjoyed being with you almost as much as I had enjoyed being with him, though obviously for separate reasons and in separate ways. But I felt afterwards, should he ever find out, that he would hate me for it. I know, it sounds crazy in a way, but though David was my brother, and fucking him was in my mind perfectly acceptable, me having fucked my own mother...wasn't. And because of that, I then felt David could never, and would never forgive me, nor ever understand the reason that I had." We all took another drink as mom collapsed down onto the couch. "So...you mean to tell me that for the past four and a half years now, we've all been carrying around the guilt that we were the ones who caused the separation and distance between us!" "Sort of looks that way," I said standing, pouring myself another scotch as Sharon held out her glass for a refill as well. "So, you're not shocked, upset, angry with me because mom and I..." "Fucked one another?" I actually laughed. "Are you kidding me Sharon? I'd have paid to see that!" Even that made mom laugh. "I would have too! And I was there!" She now stood though Sharon and I both cast a disapproving eye in her direction. "I'm not going anywhere, but you two are coming over here," she told us holding up her drink. We soon held ours up next to hers. "No more secrets between us," she began. "And from now on, we admit to whatever feelings or desires we honestly have. But even more importantly, let's put this family back together again." We clinked glasses and once again drank from them. Curiously, I watched as mom suddenly began undoing her robe, but it was Sharon who suddenly smiled as she did so. "Ok, am I missing something?" I asked. "Obviously," Sharon quipped. "I think what mother is trying to say here, is that even more important than clinking glasses together in agreement, that we should do a bit more than that, which I'm in full agreement with here. But...before we do that, there's a couple of phone calls I need to make first." "Oh? Such as?" Mother asked, having removed her robe, now standing in only the sheerest of nightgowns, her full magnificent breasts clearly showing through the lacy material. "Well first, I need to cancel my flight reservations. I have no intention of leaving tomorrow. And secondly, I need to call into work and let them know that I won't be returning." "What about Jack?" I asked curiously. "Oh, well...he's in London on location at the moment, no doubt banging his new personal assistant. He'll be hearing from me too, but not directly," she said grinning as she turned and headed off. "What about you David?" Mom asked, now slipping out of her nightgown entirely, so that she stood with nothing more than the cast she had on her leg. I began removing my shirt, "I'm here for thirty days at the least, after that...back to Scotland and the project. It's far from over with a long way to go yet," I informed her. "But...until then." I began undoing my belt. "Here, let me do that, it's been a while," mother grinned. In seconds I was as naked as she was, sporting a massive hard firm erection, which she quickly held, leading me back towards the chair where she sat down, and then proceeded to suck me almost ravenously. She was in the process of doing just that when Sharon re-entered the room. "Oh I see...can't leave the two of you alone for even a minute now after all this can I?" she giggled mischievously, and then began stripping off her own clothing. Moments later she was kneeling down on the floor next to mom, licking and sucking my dick as well. "Funny, but I had quite the fantasy about this," mother stated. "Never thought I'd ever see it come true though," she added as she went back to licking one side of my cock. "Ditto that," I grinned pleasurably. "Had one or two fantasies about this myself too!" "Oh, you did did you?" Sharon then asked. "So...you just going to stand there with a big shit-eating grin on your face, or are you going to tell us about it while we actually do it?" she asked. It wasn't long, knowing that I couldn't stand the double sucking I was feeling without blowing a load, but I also knew it was going to be a rather long night all things considered, and figured getting that first one out of the way would help calm me down, give me a bit more stamina for later, which I felt I was going to need. "Fuck you two...I'm gonna shoot already!" I exclaimed, already feeling the sensation of my spunk starting to race up the length of my shaft as I spoke. "Then do it baby," mom said excitedly, stroking my cock even harder than she had been, as the two of them now waited expectantly for the eruption that was imminent. I couldn't say anything more, my cock speaking in volumes for me as the first delicious spurt of my cream shot up high into the air, surprising them both, though they then settled into sharing it, passing my prick back and forth between them like a baton, capturing my cream, still milking my dick. Even long after I had finished spurting, I stood watching the two of them, my mother, my sister, as they kissed, swapping cum back and forth between one another like it was some sort of French delicacy, which in a weird sort of way, it was. With no more pretending, shame or guilt about feeling the way we all did, I soon settled back into the chair taking a moment to recoup as Sharon and mom got reacquainted with one another. Just watching the two of them was one of the most sensual expressions of passion and love I had ever seen. It wasn't just sex, the raw energy that I watched emerge from the two of them transcended all that. Seeing them as they kissed, licking one another delicately at first until desire escalated well beyond that, the inclusion of fingers, tongues now fucking, sucking. The sound of their need and wants suddenly expressed, moans and groans of pure unbridled delight began reaching my ears as did the delightfully decadent sounds of their squishy wet pussies as they played with one another unabashedly. "He's hard again," Sharon spoke trying to catch her breath after the intense orgasm she had just shared with our mother. "Isn't he though," mom said in agreement. I placed a quarter, balancing it on my dick as I now stood above them. "What's that for?" Sharon asked. "Heads or tails," I grinned. "Call it!" I made my cock lurch, tossing the coin, though it was more of a falling off. Even so, she called it. "Heads!" "Heads it is," I grinned now lying down on the floor. "Which means, you sit on my face baby sister, and you mom...well, you sit on this!" I said holding my cock in hand, which she was only too happy to sit on herself. Though Sharon was just as excited, if not even more so when my tongue once again split her lips, locating her clit, and began driving her nuts just the way I used to do. # Thirty days went by a lot faster than I would have liked. Needless to say, we spent a great deal of that time in bed together. But thirty days also gave us time to heal old wounds, and forgive one another for the mistakes we had all made. Finally coming together again as a family, unique in a way perhaps yes, but nevertheless, a family again. And...thirty days also gave us time to plan and prepare. Sharon and mom came back with me to Scotland. Since I have the use of a nearby mansion for as long as I need it, it seemed only natural that they should come back with me. Sharon now works side by side with me as we do the research for eventual construction back home. We're greeted every night with a marvelous home-cooked meal, and lots and lots of raw naked sex afterwards. But I'll be glad when she finally gets the cast off. That's been a real pain in the ass.