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Uncomplicated Ch. 01

By: DoctorHook



Molly stared at herself in the mirror, gently touching the mascara brush to her eyelashes, putting on the finishing touches. She was almost ready, but still in her undies and wearing her fuzzy bathrobe. Her straight reddish-brown hair was looking pretty, splayed out across her robe, coming down to about her breasts. She heard her phone vibrate on the bathroom counter and glanced down to see the message.

She had a bad feeling about the timing of this text. "Fuck!" she exclaimed, reading the message. "I can't believe you did this to me again!" she said to the empty room.

Dating Ryan for the last couple months had been an emotional rollercoaster. There were days when he was her best friend, and others when he seemed to have better things to do than be with her. Tonight was apparently one of the latter.

His excuse tonight was he was helping his roommate move some furniture. Molly and Ryan had plans to go to a party at his friend's house. Molly was looking forward to it, mostly for what would probably happen after the party, but now those plans were up in smoke.

She grabbed a tissue and looked at the pretty face in the mirror. She dabbed the tears forming in the corner of her blue eyes, keeping the mascara intact. She couldn't figure out why Ryan was so hot and cold with her. She was pretty, just like her mom, although she knew she didn't have the trimmest body. But not all men like skinny girls, right? A body like hers was sexy in its own way.

She shed her bathrobe, letting it drop to the floor while she watched herself in the mirror. Molly touched her D-cup breasts with both hands, holding them up a little, where a bra would, accentuating her ample cleavage. She loved her breasts; they were her best feature besides her face. She always wished she could lose some of her tummy, but she was a realist; her body wasn't meant to be flat.

She was feeling especially sexy tonight, and was planning on wearing a really cute black top that showed off her cleavage. It also seemed to slim her waist a little—just the kind of thing that made her most attractive. She would have knocked Ryan's socks off, but it just wasn't going to happen.

This was the last straw as far as Molly was concerned. She was done with him. She had her doubts about his given reason for cancelling their date. However, this resolution still didn't diminish her lustful mood. Watching herself in the mirror was just making it worse.

She grabbed her phone and sent three words back to Ryan, "Don't call again."

Molly went to plan B and texted Tisha. "Ryan stood me up again. What are you doing tonight?" she sent.

"Sorry, sweetie. You should dump his ass," was the reply.

"Already did. Anything going on?" she asked again.

"Stuck at home watching my nephew," Tisha replied.

Molly tossed her phone back on the counter with a sigh. She stood there for a moment, pondering what to do. She had a feeling Ryan was lying about helping his roommate. She briefly considered crashing the party, catching him in a lie. But she was above that, and besides, what would it accomplish? Suddenly, she heard an explosion coming from the basement. She casually slipped her robe back on and walked downstairs.

Molly got to the basement to find her brother, Chase sprawled out on the sofa playing Call of Duty. Their parents had finished the basement a few years ago to make more room for the family to spread out in the house. One of the coolest things they did was install a home theater, complete with a 100-inch screen and booming surround sound system. Molly enjoyed watching movies down there, but Chase's favorite thing to do was play video games.

Chase was a year younger than Molly, but more mature than most eighteen year-old boys. When Molly needed advice, whether it was what boys like about girls, how to deal with backstabbing friends, or how to pass an English test, Chase usually had a good answer. She frequently chastised him for being such a know-it-all, but she listened to him and trusted him.

As siblings go, they were close. Having no other brothers or sisters and being born a year apart made them simultaneously love and hate each other their entire lives. They shared friends, had many classes together in high school, and went through roughly the same adolescent period together. They knew each other's love interests, occasionally felt the pain of the other's broken heart and dutifully relayed overheard gossip about the other. By the same token, they frequently had the little household quibbles that siblings do, and maybe a little more than most, whether it was little things like who gets the remote, to the time when Chase wrecked Molly's car. She still brought that one up on occasion.

Gunfire sounds from the theater speakers could be heard in all directions. Molly sat down next to her brother and watched him frag a sniper with a grenade. Chase had just graduated from high school and was enjoying his last summer before he started college. He had worked a long day at the pool and was enjoying his alone time.

"I thought you had a date?" he inquired, seeing his older sister still in her bathrobe.

"Stood me up," Molly replied. "He said he had to help his roommate move stuff."

Chase looked at her. "Lame. And I don't think that's what he's doing, by the way."

"What do you mean?" she asked, but had a hunch he was right.

"You know he's been talking to Kara, right?"

Molly's face went red. She knew it. She wasn't going to let it bother her anymore and found the courage to blow it off. "Yeah, I figured. But Kara talks to everybody. I guess I was hoping it was nothing. It doesn't matter now; I dumped him."

"Good. He's a dog," Chase summed up. "He wasn't into you for your witty conversation."

Molly had a flirtatious personality that readily attracted guys of all sorts. She seemed to be attracted to the ones that didn't appreciate much else besides her curvy body. She had gained a reputation as a slut in high school because of it. Chase had become aware of this a long time ago. His friends all lusted after her, and he knew that the guys she dated mostly thought of her as a "fuck her and forget her" kind of girl. He hated the thought of his sister getting treated that way. He knew she didn't deserve her reputation; he knew her too well. Chase always thought of Molly as someone who needed loving attention. As much as she was a total bitch to live with sometimes, he still loved his sister.

In a desperate act of kindness, Chase had once written an anonymous letter to Molly in an effort to prop up her self-esteem. He wrote it as a secret admirer, someone who knew her personally. The author of the letter said he loved her for being a beautiful, kind-hearted person, who was charming and funny, and deserved someone like him that would always treat her they way she deserved. It was full of sappy stuff that makes women melt. He also threw in some comments about her sexy body so she wouldn't suspect her parents of faking the letter. The funny thing was, he meant everything he said; there were no lies in the letter. He had debated on whether or not to send it to her, and finally ended up mailing it to her without a return address.

Little did Chase know, Molly took the letter to heart, and had kept it in her dresser, believing she would meet the guy who wrote it sooner or later. Every new date she was asked out on was potentially the guy with the glass slipper. Chase had long since forgotten about the letter, and had never breathed a word of it to anyone, especially Molly.

"Yeah, I know what Ryan wanted, but I was okay with that tonight. Kind of in the mood, you know?" she said wryly.

"TMI, sis," Chase informed. He looked at his sister again, this time noticing that her bathrobe was loosely hanging open down to her belly button, revealing the inside of her breasts. Distracted, he got shot in the head by a sniper. He re-spawned, with his attention split between the screen and Molly's exposed skin. He immediately got killed again.

"Do you suck at this game, or what?" Molly antagonized.

"I'm a little distracted; tits don't belong on the battlefield," he informed her.

Molly pulled her robe closed. "Are they that distracting?"

"They're tits, aren't they?"

"They're your sister's tits!" she pointed out.

"Doesn't matter. Especially when they're that big."

Molly felt an odd excitement at hearing her brother make an observation about her breasts. She figured he had to look at her sometimes. Why wouldn't he? He was after the same thing every other 18-year-old boy was. She was in the mood and decided to inch the subject forward a little.

"Do you think they're nice?" she asked.

"Sure, if you're into chunky girls," Chase replied and braced for impact.

Molly grabbed a sofa pillow and took a full swing at Chase's head, knocking him over as he laughed.

"You should take anything you can get, you skinny little bean pole!" she retorted.

"I do," he admitted, still giggling.

Chase actually found his sister attractive in weird sort of way. It's funny how sisters let their guard down around siblings, feeling little need to be modest. He enjoyed catching occasional glimpses of his sister in her bra and panties, or sometimes even naked, whether it was a quick flash of tits, or seeing her bare ass before she rounded a corner in the hall. He would relish those brief glimpses, which easily grew into masturbation fantasies. He didn't care it was his sister, he was just glad there was a sexy young body in the house to look at sometimes.

Molly was somewhat excited that Chase was distracted by her breasts. The thought of her possibly turning him on was having the same effect on her. She knew it was wrong thinking about her brother this way, but it just seemed fun at the moment.

She lay back on the sofa next to her brother and watched him play for awhile. His medium length dark brown hair was almost in his eyes, and came down to about the middle of his ears. Molly thought he could use a haircut, but then again, maybe not. He was looking kind of cute right now with his hair all messy. His bluish gray eyes were focused on the big screen.

Chase played on, but had his sister's body on his mind. He kind of liked her sitting close to him. He had sprouted a semi-erection sitting this close to a scantily dressed female. He thought about trying to hide it, but decided to let it go.

Molly noticed the bulge in his pants and decided to have a little fun with him. She scooted closer so her hips were touching his. His tent pole grew.

"So, how many times can you get killed?" she asked, pretending to care about the game.

"There's no limit," he said. "It just looks bad at the end of the round if you have a lot of deaths." He continued to play terribly.

"You're gonna have a bad round," she stated.

"You think?" he said sarcastically. "I told you, sex and warfare don't mix."

"Who said anything about sex?" she asked incredulously.

"Well, you're showing me your tits, and I wasn't in a state of mind to ignore them."

"You saying you're horny?" she asked with a smile.

"I'm eighteen; I'm always horny."

"You should really try and reign in your hormones. It shows a lack of self-control," she teased.

"I can easily get them under control. I just need a few minutes alone," he retorted.

"Too bad, I'm not leaving you alone. I've got nothing else to do tonight," she declared.

"Nothing better to do than tease your brother?" he asked, looking down at her. She was looking very pretty tonight. Molly didn't normally wear any makeup around the house, but tonight she was dolled up for a date, and didn't look like her usual boring self.

"That's right," she said, grabbing her robe and opening it up a little more with a giggle. She watched his eyes as she opened up the front just enough to expose the pinkness of her right areola, and then closed it up again. His erection continued to grow taller.

"Down, boy!" she exclaimed. "Look at you! You're like outta control over there."

"Bitch," he said, looking back at the screen. He went on playing, hiding is tenting shorts with the game controller.

Molly never imagined this would be so much fun. This teasing game was making her a little wet in her panties. She thought it was enjoyable that she could get as turned on as Chase, but her body didn't reveal it as readily as his did. She wondered why she had never thought of doing this before.

Chase tried to keep playing and ignore his sister's cruel game, but he was now completely distracted. All he could think about was when he might get a chance to masturbate tonight. He would have done it right there on the sofa if his sister would leave.

Molly sometimes knew when he masturbated. She could hear him in his room. She felt an alluring curiosity whenever she overheard him, and always stopped to listen. She liked to hear him breathe. She liked the swishing and thumping sounds the bed made while he did it. She liked the muffled groans he made at the end. She wondered if he ever thought about her in his fantasies.

Molly lay back on the sofa with her head on the armrest. "Do you really think I'm chunky?" she asked.

He didn't think she was chunky at all. Curvy would be a better word. But he wasn't ready to just hand her over an obvious complement. "Well, you're not exactly skinny. But maybe chunky is a bit harsh," he relented.

"I bet Ryan thinks I'm fat. He just kept me around for when he couldn't find anything better," she lamented.

"I told you, he's a dog—a user," Chase consoled. "Anyway, a little extra weight doesn't necessarily make you unattractive."

"Do you think I'm attractive? What I mean is, if I wasn't your sister, would you find me sexy?"

"It's hard to get past that whole sister thing," Chase reasoned.

Molly didn't know why, but she felt like she needed her brother's validation—maybe because he tended to date hot girls. Perhaps it was something else.

Alone in the house, with the topic of sex front and center, Molly decided to explore a little. What was the harm?

"Let me ask it another way. If I wasn't your sister, what would you want to do with me?" she quizzed. Just asking the question was exciting!

"You're asking me hypothetically?"

"Yes, of course."

Chase examined his sister for a moment.

"Wait," she said. "First, let me help you see me differently. Clear your mind," she instructed. "Now close your eyes."

"I don't trust you," he said, focused on the game.

"Please, just do it," she implored. She almost couldn't believe she was going to do this.

With a sigh, Chase quit the video game and reluctantly closed his eyes. Molly jumped up from the sofa and removed her bathrobe. She held it up in front of her face, so that she was visible only from the neck down. She stood in front of him, wearing only her panties.

"Okay, are you ready? When you open your eyes, you will see a strange woman standing in front of you, whom you've never met before," Molly instructed. "Now, open your eyes."

Chase opened his eyes. His smirk faded as his mouth slacked open. There was indeed a sexy half-naked woman standing before him, with amazingly cute breasts, nicely shaped hips, and creamy smooth skin covering the soft curves. His eyes traced the outline of her boobs, down to her slightly round tummy and out around the beautiful feminine shape of her hips, slightly concealed by the thin strap of her panties.

Molly waited for a reaction, not able to see her brother. "Well?" she asked, looking at the ceiling. Chase was trying to form words. She lowered the robe to cover her front and looked at Chase.

Making eye contact snapped Chase out of his stupor. "Um, yeah. I'd do you," he said, coolly. "If you weren't my sister, that is."

Molly sat back down on the sofa, still draped in front by her bathrobe. "You'd do me," she mocked. "As if you could even have me."

Chase's erection was once again clearly visible. "What? Do you think you're out of my league?" he asked indignantly. "I could have a girl like you any time."

"Right," she replied. "And you'll convince yourself of that while you're jerking off thinking about me."

Chase smirked. "You think you've got guys all figured out," he said. He knew she did.

"Yep," Molly responded. "Are you going to do it right after I leave you alone?"

"Probably," he said honestly.

"Is it as good as sex?" she asked, genuinely wanting to know.

"No. Not really. But the orgasms are usually just as good." Chase felt a little flush speaking so frankly with his sister.

The thought of Chase fantasizing about her was getting her hot. The warm moisture between her legs was growing. With her robe still draped over her, she casually reached down and secretly touched her vagina over her panties. She got an idea—a very naughty idea. She mulled it over in her mind, weighing the risk of freaking Chase out versus the excitement it could provoke. At last, she got the courage.

"Show me," she said with lustful eyes.

"Show you what?"

"You know. Show me how you...get your hormones under control. You're going to do it anyway, so why not let me watch?" she sounded perfectly reasonable.

"Because you're my sister, moron! And besides, I've never done it in front of anybody. It's sort of a private thing, if you were unaware," he chided.

"I'll show you a little something while you do it. C'mon it will be fun." She let out a giggle. "It'll be like live porn for you." She let the robe drop down her chest a little, revealing some cleavage.

The gears started to turn in Chase's head. This sick and twisted idea that his oddball sister had dreamed up just might be kind of fun. His hard cock was pressing firmly against his shorts.

Molly let the robe down a little further, until most of her breasts were exposed. She gently rubbed the soft fabric of the robe back and forth across her erect nipples, watching her brother's eyes.

He contemplated her idea, watching her toy with her breasts, admiring the smooth bare skin on her shoulders. He was turned on just watching her. What would be the harm? She showed him her nipples.

Chase unzipped his pants and allowed his erect penis to escape. She smiled at his ample inches and let her robe drop to her lap. Chase began to stroke his dick at the base, his eyes glued to Molly's beautiful tits. She cupped them in her hands for him, holding them up, making them appear as round as she could. They were both getting very aroused.

"Show me your panties," Chase demanded.

Molly threw her robe onto the floor, allowing Chase to see her pretty white panties again. Hesitantly, she slowly let her hand drift downward, across her belly, across her underwear that tightly held her pussy inside. She rubbed her clitoris through the thin fabric. She could see his eyes were fixated on her crotch.

They stared at each other in silent bliss. "You should get naked," Molly said quietly.

"I don't know. What if Mom and Dad come home?" he protested.

"They're out with Will and Sara. They'll be gone for hours."

She had a point. The two couples stayed out notoriously late when they were together. Chase often wondered what the hell people their age were out doing at two in the morning. Their parents, Jon and Kathleen, were immensely into each other, the kind of couple that seems to be in love well beyond the years they deserve to be. Molly and Chase were used to their frequent displays of affection around the house.

Chase shed his tee shirt in one quick motion and tossed it on the floor with Molly's robe. Molly watched her brother intently as he lifted his ass off the sofa and slid his shorts and boxers off together. They crumpled at his ankles, and he stepped out of them and sat back down on the sofa. The taboo feeling of being naked in front of his sister turned Chase on even more.

Molly licked her lips, admiring Chase's firm belly. He was tan all over except for where his shorts would be, having worked all summer as a lifeguard at their neighborhood pool. He looked a little unfamiliar to her, with his balls and penis exposed. She had seen him without a shirt a million times, but now, in his completely naked state, he didn't look like her brother.


Uncomplicated Ch. 01



She watched him settle back into the sofa and waited for him to start in on himself again. He leaned back on the armrest, facing Molly and spread his legs a little, giving her a front-row view of his package. His balls were shaved clean, and he was nicely manscaped, most of his pubic hair cut very short. This revelation impressed Molly, who had assumed her brother probably didn't have the sense to make himself more attractive down there. But, attractive he was, with defined pects, a flat muscular tummy and 6 or 7-inch hard cock.

Chase grabbed his erection and again began to stroke it for her. Molly sat in an identical position on the opposite armrest, letting her legs touch his, toying with her vagina through her underwear. She threw one leg over the back of the sofa, spreading her crotch open nicely for him, allowing the crease of her panties to expose a little of her pussy lips. She knew this would really get him. The wet area over her vagina began to soak through, making her panties translucent and revealing a hint of the pink flesh contained within.

Some pre-cum was beginning to form on the tip of Chase's dick and was milking out in a larger and larger glob as he stroked. He put three fingers in his mouth and wet them with saliva before slathering it all over the head of his penis, mixing the saliva with the pre-cum into a slippery film that covered the top half of his dick.

He began stroking his length, eyes fixed on the growing wet spot on Molly's underwear. She rubbed it for him, making more girl-juice soak through. Molly watched him stroke faster and faster, his balls bouncing up and down beneath his pumping fist. Chase was breathing rhythmically now. Molly was turned on and fascinated at the same time.

She watched him with undivided attention, his facial expressions, how he sometimes went faster, and sometimes went slower, how he used enough of his own natural lube to glide his hand over his cock, how his eyes fixated on her body, helping him have sex with her in his mind. She reached inside her panties and glided her middle finger between her slippery labia. She moaned as her finger penetrated her hidden vagina.

Chase could see his sister masturbating under her panties and was just beginning to approach climax. Harder and harder he pumped, unable to look away from Molly's hand in her underwear. The head of his cock was beginning to tickle—his eruption was just seconds away.

Molly watched her brother slow his stroking down to almost a standstill as he threw his head back and squeezed hard on his cock. "Gah!" Chase let out, as he started stroking fast again, causing several gobs of cum to skeet onto his belly and chest. She felt a chill in her body as she tried to imagine what Chase was feeling and thinking as he was shooting his load all over himself.

Chase examined the semen on his body, and then looked up at Molly, her hand still in her underwear. She hadn't taken her eyes off of his cock, which was now dripping with cum. She couldn't believe what she had just seen—a glimpse into her brother's sexual world. She was completely turned on.

Chase quickly got up and ran to the bathroom to clean himself up. Molly lustily watched his white naked ass go into the bathroom and disappear behind the door. She grabbed her robe without putting it on and ran upstairs to her room.

When Chase emerged from the bathroom, he wasn't surprised to see his sister gone. He was no longer interested in her anyway. He slipped his underwear on and sat down on the sofa, grabbing the game controller. That was really weird, he thought to himself, but he felt good, and was ready to shoot some bad guys.

Molly shut her bedroom door and examined herself in her dresser mirror, trying to see her body though Chase's eyes. She wished she was skinnier. She wished she had taken more after her mom.

She heard the familiar video game explosions through the floor, and shook her head at her reflection with a scowl, slightly annoyed at how fast a guy could shift his attention. She rubbed her breasts with her right hand, while her left wandered down into her panties. Molly was anticipating having her own orgasm soon. She moaned as she rubbed her clit. She pushed two fingers into her vagina and had to put her other hand in the dresser to steady herself. She imagined this is how Chase would finger her.

She slid off her panties and admired her freshly shaven pussy, completely hairless except for a small tuft of pubic hair above her slit. She turned around to look at her ample round ass. She bent over a little, making it more attractive. She was so horny she wished she would have done more with Chase than just watch him jerk off. But, they had really gone too far already. It didn't matter; she was going to satisfy herself.

Molly got on the bed and grabbed her big pillow, laying it lengthwise so she could straddle it. Humping her pillow was one of her favorite alone-time activities. She lightly rubbed her pussy on the fabric of the pillowcase, grinding her hips into it in a cowgirl position. She rubbed her breasts while her clit was lightly stimulated by the soft pillow. She could see herself in the dresser mirror and watched her hips thrust sexily.

She needed more stimulation, so she lay down on the pillow, hugging it tightly while she squeezed the pillow between her legs. Her right hand wandered underneath her body until it found her wet vagina. She fingered her clit while she rocked her hips back and forth on the pillow.

Meanwhile, Chase had come upstairs to get something to eat and expected to find his sister in the kitchen. Out of curiosity, he shuffled down the hall without calling her name and stopped at her bedroom door. He knew she wasn't in the bathroom, because the door was open and the light was off. A little hesitantly, he put his ear to Molly's bedroom door to listen. She was in there; he could hear rustling noises. He listened longer. He heard what he thought was his sister's voice, making a noise, but not really speaking.

Suddenly, he felt the blood shift into his cock as he realized what she was doing. Very carefully, he grabbed the doorknob and twisted it to see if it was locked. It turned freely, so he continued twisting it slowly so it wouldn't make a noise. When the latch was free, he pushed the door open very slightly so he could see in through the crack.

He could see his sister's bed from the foot end. Molly was sprawled out diagonally on it. Her ass was visible, thrusting repeatedly into her pillow, jiggling beautifully with each stroke. Chase smiled at this beautiful discovery. He grew an instant erection watching that bouncing, sexy ass. He pushed the door open further until he could see his sister's entire body. Her head was turned away and she was lying on her right arm. The tip of her finger was barely visible, fingering her clit.

Chase dropped his boxers to the floor and crept into Molly's room, sitting down on the floor to watch the show.

Molly pulled her arm out from under her and reached around behind her, rubbing her ass with her hand, slipping it between her cheeks and down her crack, eventually finding her pussy. Two fingers penetrated as she continued humping her pillow. She scooted her right knee up high, making it easier for her to reach and giving Chase a better view of her pretty shaved pussy.

Still unaware of her brother's presence, Molly continued masturbating, banging herself at a moderate pace while moaning with every exhale. "Mmm..." she began saying.

Chase casually stroked his erection while he watched her vagina, admiring the glistening pink folds as her fingers rammed in and out, listening to the beautiful sloshing of her fingers pushing through the slippery mucus inside. "Mmm...Mmm..." Molly went on. "Mmm...Oh yeah." Her voice got higher. "Mmmm" she squealed. "Oh God you're gonna make me cum...You're gonna make me cum...Mmmm make me cum, Chase!"

"What?" Chase exclaimed before he could stop himself.

"Jesus!" Molly yelled, flipping over and attempting to cover herself with the sheet. "What the fuck are you doing in here?! How long have you been there?"

"Not long enough; I wish I'd gotten here sooner!" he said with a laugh.

"Get out! Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"The object of your desire, apparently," he said just as he caught Molly's sex-pillow upside the head.

"You're a lousy bastard for sneaking up on me like that."

"Sorry, sis. I was getting turned on watching your ass. I mean, look." He pointed to his hard dick. "You kind of owed me a show, anyway."

"Not like that! I thought I was alone," she protested.

"It made it more exciting that way," he pointed out.

Molly sat up on the bed, clutching the sheet around her breasts.

Still sitting on the floor, Chase pondered Molly calling out his name just now. "So," he began, and then paused momentarily. "You were fantasizing about me?"

"Get over yourself; you're just the flavor of the week," she said as coldly as she could.

"That's okay; I'll take a week. What were you imagining me doing?"

"I was imagining you were making me a sundae, genius."

"Was I fucking you?" he asked, very interested in the answer.

Molly sighed loudly. "Yes, but don't get the idea that I'm interested in actually doing it. We will never do that, understand? It must remain a fantasy. Jesus, it would kill Mom."

"I think we're doing enough to kill her right now," he pointed out. "Can I borrow that pillow tonight?" he asked jokingly.

"Dickhead."

"I'm hungry," declared Chase, jumping up and grabbing his boxers at the door. He headed for the kitchen, donning his underwear with his first two steps down the hall.

Chase decided to be nice and fix something for both of them. He rummaged through the freezer and found a frozen pizza. Throwing it in the oven, Chase sat down in the living room to watch TV for a while.

Molly lay naked on her bed, still disbelieving her brother had the audacity to sneak into her room during a private moment. Furthering her embarrassment was the fact that she had inadvertently revealed to him that he was the object of her fantasy. She laughed out loud at the ridiculousness of the situation. Still, she couldn't help but be amused that Chase was enraptured with lust watching her have sex with herself. "Fair's fair," she thought to herself. They had both gotten brief glimpses into the other's private world.

Her thoughts wandered back to Ryan. Not that she was really shaken by their breakup, but she was tired of the same cycle—date a few times, get serious, have sex, relationship fades. She dreamed of finding the right guy. She dreamed of being loved, loved for who she was, not what she was. She cursed herself for shedding another tear over him.

Molly realized she was feeling hungry too. Grabbing a dry pair of panties from her dresser, she threw a nightshirt on and went to the living room.

Molly sat down on the recliner across from Chase and looked out the window. After a while, Chase glanced her way. Molly had an unpleasant expression on her face.

"You okay?" he asked.

She nodded, still looking out the window.

"You don't look okay. What's the matter?"

Molly started to weep. "I feel so used," she cried.

"Oh, jeez, Molly, I didn't—"

"No, I'm not talking about us," she assured him. Chase eyed her intently. "It's always a joke that guys want me for one thing, but lately I think it's the truth."

"You mean Ryan?" Chase probed.

"I mean Ryan, and Jake, and pretty much everyone I've ever dated. Men are pigs, and are only interested in one thing. Ryan proved that to me tonight."

"Not all men are so shallow," he tried to reason.

"You know, I used to believe that, but I'm losing faith. I used to have a reason to believe I was going to find love. But it was stupid."

"What was it?" Chase prodded.

She thought about whether to tell him. The letter had been close to her heart for a long time. She had never talked about it with anyone. She figured if she could tell anybody, she could tell Chase. Molly began, hesitantly, "There was...this one guy, well, at least I think it was a guy, who wrote me the sweetest letter. He told me I was the girl of his dreams, and he was the man I deserved to be with. He said things that spoke to my soul—things that made me believe that true love was out there for me. And after all that, he signed it anonymously. I figured he would reveal himself, and I waited for him to show, but he never did."

Chase gulped, remembering the letter he'd written. "You don't have any idea who it was?" He played dumb.

"No, but it must have been somebody who knew me, because he said some things that only a friend would know. I had a few hunches, like Ben from my high school chemistry class, or Eddie from up the street, but nothing ever panned out."

"Hmm," Chase grunted. He wondered how long he could keep this charade up.

"But now I just think it was just a hoax—somebody's cruel attempt at having fun." Molly fought back more tears. She was finally coming to the realization that the letter was a fraud. The promised dream-guy she had been holding out for was nothing at all, merely a phantom of her idealized notion of love. It was time to give up on such foolishness.

Chase sensed the despair in her voice. She was at a turning point. Her self-esteem was hanging by a brittle thread. His mind raced, trying to decide what to do.

"I was foolish to believe it in the first place," she went on. "Guys like that just don't exs—"

"I wrote it," Chase blurted out. Molly fell silent. "I wrote the letter," he repeated.

The long silence in the room was broken only by the oven timer, signaling the pizza was done.

Molly stared at Chase, shocked at the new revelation. She sat silently, trying to fit the newly discovered pieces of the puzzle together. Chase got up and went to the kitchen to retrieve the pizza from the oven.

He put the pizza on the island counter and returned to the oven to close the door. He stood for a moment, contemplating the effect his admission might have had on Molly. He hoped she wouldn't be too upset with him.

He turned around to find his sister standing right behind him, her pretty blue eyes slightly wet. "I don't understand," she admonished.

Chase looked at the floor and scratched his eyebrow with his pinky, thinking of what to say. "You were going through a tough time. I didn't want you to start seeing yourself like the dickheads you dated saw you. I knew you were better than that. So I gave you...some encouragement."

Pieces began falling into place for Molly. Reconciling the guy whom she had always known as her brother—the annoying, immature, meddling little sibling—with the one she subconsciously perceived in her heart, the caring, loving, do-anything-for-his-sister guy were finally merging. She always felt deep down that she had special feelings for her brother, but superficial barriers would always block the realization, keeping it just out of consciousness, like a sour note ruining the harmony. Revealing himself as the author of that letter seemed to be the catalyst that started the domino wall of their emotional separation tumbling down.

"I meant everything I said in that letter," Chase continued. He looked back up at her. "It was devious, I know. I'm sor—"

Molly leaned in and kissed him in mid-sentence. She put her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. Chase hugged her waist, pulling her into him. It felt so good to touch her lovingly. He was relieved she wasn't angry with him.

Molly held him for several long seconds before looking at his face. "Isn't that just my luck? Prince Charming is my fucking brother!" she laughed, wiping tears off her cheeks.

The tantalizing aroma of freshly baked pizza assumed control of both of them, and they each began devouring the pizza, standing at the kitchen island, wearing little more than their underwear. By the time the pizza was half gone, Molly's head was buzzing with questions.

"Chase?"

"Yeah?" he replied, still with a mouthful of pizza.

"Why did you do that for me?"

He took a drink to clear his throat. "I don't know, I guess maybe I was a little jealous of your shithead boyfriends. I clearly cared about you more than they did. There aren't too many ways a brother can show his affection to his sister, you know? Do you still have the letter?"

"Yes. In fact, I just read it again about a month ago. I was pretty sure Ryan wasn't the guy," she said with a smile.

"I didn't mean to mess with your feelings, Bun," Chase implored. "I didn't really think you would take it very seriously."

Molly laughed, fighting back more tears. She didn't know if this particular emotional surge was her reacting to her brother's loving words, or the fact that he used an old nickname she hadn't heard for years.

"There's a name I haven't heard in awhile," she said, laughing.

"What? Oh, did I call you Bun?"

One Halloween when they were very young, Molly dressed as the Easter Bunny. Chase went around calling her 'Molly Bunny' for months afterward, which got shortened to 'Molly Bun,' and eventually to just 'Bun.' She always yelled at him when he called her that, but they secretly both liked it.

Molly leaned onto the counter and looked her brother over with fresh eyes. The lust she had eyed him with earlier had rapidly evolved into affectionate attraction. It felt so strange to look at Chase this way. No longer was he a pest that she had to tolerate around the house, but a person she genuinely wanted to be with. She thought it remarkable that a simple act of kindness could cause one's perspective to shift so dramatically. She felt ashamed that she wasn't able to see it on her own.

Chase looked at her quizzically. "Are you okay? You have a faraway look in your eyes."

Molly stepped around to his side of the island counter and slipped her arms around his waist, laying her head on his chest. Chase hugged her, rubbing her back. She pressed her body into him, hugging him tighter and tighter. Molly felt better right at that moment than she had in the arms of any lover. Overcome by impulse, she kissed his neck without thinking. She stopped for a moment and thought about what she just did. It felt right.

She felt Chase's heart beat harder at this sudden show of affection. She kissed him some more, opening her mouth and caressing his neck with her tongue. Chase leaned back on the hard counter, smelling her hair while she nibbled on his neck. He felt his blood pressure double at the thrill of Molly nuzzling him in such a loving way. She kissed her way up his neck and onto his chin, where she waited for his reciprocation. Chase kissed his sister on the lips, mouth closed at first, then opening up, accepting her tongue into his mouth, like he would kiss a girlfriend—a beautiful, sexy girlfriend. Chase stopped and looked Molly in the eyes for a brief second, acknowledging a tender step forward, then continued kissing her.

"Let's go somewhere more comfortable," she whispered. Molly broke their embrace and took Chase's hand, leading him out of the kitchen and down the hall to her bedroom. It was nine o'clock.

Chase watched his sister's round ass through her nightshirt as they walked into her room. He wasn't sure what to expect. She was beautiful with a smile on her lips. He hadn't seen a lot of that lately.

Molly contemplated what they were doing. She had just led her brother into her room, holding hands, like she would a boyfriend sneaking in some loving while her parents were out. It was wrong. She knew this was a very risky path they were taking. But, the uncontrollable attraction she was feeling for him was guiding her way. It didn't feel wrong. But, she was still trying to wrap her head around this new perspective of their relationship.

"Why did you feel so strongly for me back then?" she said referring to his motivation for writing the letter. "I mean, I never gave you any good reasons to love me like that."




Uncomplicated Ch. 01



"Oh my God, are you kidding?" he said incredulously. He was visibly agitated at her obtuse comment. "What about when I broke my ankle hiking and you sat with me, holding my hand in your lap for two hours while we waited for the emergency crew to get up the mountain?"

Molly didn't realize that was such a big deal.

"Or the time I dented Dad's car and you made up that story about your friends doing it, saving me from getting grounded. Or when..." He gathered himself. "...or when Rachel dumped me." His voice trailed off.

Molly had been there for him when Chase lost his first girlfriend due to his own stupidity. Chase was dating Rachel right when he was maturing into a high school hottie. He thought he was going to have chicks lining up for him, and started two-timing Rachel like a douche bag. Rachel wisely dumped him and wouldn't take him back. Molly had literally been a shoulder to cry on through the ordeal, and Chase had grown very emotionally close to Molly after the comfort she brought him. He didn't really know what he was feeling for her at the time. Now he would simply call it love.

Molly was taken aback by these admonitions. She never considered any of the support and love she gave Chase to be anything other than her duty as a sister. Chase had gotten himself a little worked up in attempting to convey to Molly her importance to him. She saw a tiny tear in the outside corner of his eye and pressed it off with her thumb.

Molly kept her hand on Chase's face for a few seconds, before smoothing his dark hair back over his ear. She ran her fingers through his hair again, looking into his blue-gray eyes. She would see her brother differently from now on. She saw the same eyes she had always known, but now the love behind them was visible.

Chase could have gone on and on with reasons why he felt attached to Molly, but she didn't need any more convincing. She pulled his head down to her and kissed him again, touching his tongue as they swished their mouths open and closed. They staggered toward the bed and plopped down on it, sitting up, still kissing.

They were nearly naked already, Molly in her nightshirt and undies and Chase wearing boxers. Chase touched her breast, feeling the softness through her nightshirt. He kissed down her neck, smelling her sweet body lotion, feeling her nipple protruding through the fabric of her shirt. He continued onto her shoulder, stretching the loose fabric out of the way. Molly's smell and taste were increasing Chase's fervid lust.

All of the fantasies he'd dreamed of his sister, all the unmentionable endeavors he'd ever contemplated were emerging in his head. To be actually sitting on the bed with Molly, lovingly kissing on her seemed like another one of those fantasies. He could barely grasp the weight of the moment—that having sex with her right now would change their relationship forever.

Molly was having an easier time appreciating the potential consequences of their actions. Her mind was abuzz with her new feelings for Chase. She loved him; this she already knew. But, the manner and intensity of her love she had only just come to realize. Chase meant something to her—something very important—too important to treat their love carelessly. But how she wanted him! Feeling his wet mouth love its way down her neck, passionately inviting her lustful reaction, was close to crumbling her defenses.

Chase pulled up on her nightshirt. Molly put her arms up and allowed it to come off. He immediately dipped down to her breasts and suckled her nipple. The feeling was ecstasy to Molly, who lovingly caressed his hair, watching him lightly bite her, then slurp her in, opening his mouth to accommodate her entire nipple and areola. She lay back on the bed, with Chase following her down.

He straddled her, and kissed back up her chest to her neck. Molly felt his back, rubbing her hands down until they reached the waistband of his underwear. She lustfully slipped both hands inside, palming his firm ass, squeezing his cheeks hard.

Chase reached back and lovingly caressed her soft inner thigh. She pulled one hand out of his underwear and touched his chest. Molly was astonished at how much her brother was turning her on. He felt as sexy as he looked! Even in her fantasies he wasn't this sensual of a lover. Her need to make love to him was growing ever stronger. On impulse, she pushed her panties part way down. She just wanted to be naked. She wanted to be naked with Chase.

Chase helped her pull them the rest of the way off. Molly was conflicted. She couldn't think clearly. She wanted him terribly, but she knew taking their sexual relationship to its fruition would be disastrous. There was no way she would risk losing the brother she knew and loved, allowing him to dispense with her after finally getting inside her, like every other guy did. She needed to find the strength to stop before they traveled too far down the slippery slope.

Chase lay on top of her, body to body with all his weight, kissing her gently on the mouth. His chest rested on her soft tits, their thighs pressed together, his hard cock, still trapped inside his underwear, laying between them, nuzzled against her vagina, centered on her clit. His sister's soft body seemed to fit his just right. They felt so perfect together, like the last two pieces of the puzzle, finally united. How could this not be right?

Chase ground his hard dick on top of Molly, evoking a high-pitched moan from her. He was loving her the right way; he was keeping the pace slow; he was pushing her buttons gently. They kissed and rubbed for several minutes, not hurrying, enjoying each other. Molly's resolve had weakened past the point of rational thought. The rapture of having her brother's weight smothering her body brought her an almost dreamlike comfort. She thought she could lay in that blissful state forever.

Chase decided it was time to lose his underwear and got off Molly momentarily to slip them off onto the bed next to Molly's panties. In that fleeting moment, Molly came to her senses. She rolled onto her side and encouraged Chase with her arms to lie down next to her. He followed her lead and lay on his side, facing her. Molly was glowing with feminine beauty. Chase could sense the love in her eyes, so pleasant, so comforting.

Molly smiled at him. She had found control once again. Her body ached for sex, but her heart was filled with love. "Chase," she began. "Please don't take this wrong way."

"What, Bun?"

"We need to stop."

Chase gave her a hard stare. He was ready to show his love to her. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted a girl. He was bursting with desire for his sister.

"I think we might be making a mistake if we continue," she went on. "I love you. Our relationship means more to me than anything."

After a very long pause, he reluctantly nodded. He could see it in her eyes.

Molly suddenly burst into tears. "And I don't want to screw it up!" she sobbed.

Chase kissed her forehead and wiped Molly's wet cheeks with his hand.

"I don't understand," he said. "I love you too, Molly. I always have."

"I know. I'm sorry," she said, trying to stifle down her weeping. "I don't know what to do. I don't want our relationship to be complicated." She was afraid to admit the true root of her fear: Chase would forget he loved her once they had sex. She knew it was irrational. It was real, nevertheless.

Chase knew whatever fear she had was unfounded. Nothing could change how he felt about her. He loved her. He would still love her just as much no matter what happened. Attempting to convince her of that would be pointless, and might send her the wrong message. He wasn't going to try and manipulate her for sex; she had already had enough of that in her life. He was disappointed, but he loved her too much to be angry.

"Jesus Christ, leave it to a woman to see the deeper meaning of anything fun," he said in a feigned, cool tone. He stared at her hard.

Molly stared back with equal ferocity, before her glare softened into a smile. Chase smiled back. She lightly slapped him on the cheek. "Men. All you want is sex."

"You mean there's something else?"

"Yes, but your feeble male mind wouldn't understand," she said, wiping the last of the moisture from her eyes.

"You're right; if I can't eat it, screw it or kill it, I'm not interested."

She laughed and hugged Chase tight, pressing their naked bodies together. She kissed him lovingly. She didn't know where they would go from here, but their love was still in its true form, and that was all that mattered to Molly.

"Sleep in my bed with me?" she asked sweetly.

Chase smiled and nodded. Molly sat up and saw the two pair of underwear lying on the bed. She selected Chase's boxers and slipped them on.

Chase grabbed Molly's big sex pillow and laid his head on it, squeezing half of it in his arms. He hoped to discover Molly's feminine scent on it, but could only find the aroma of her Prince Matchabelli body spray. It was a close second.

"Are you sleeping with my secret lover?" she joked. "I guess you can borrow him, but remember he's mine."

"Funny, he smells a lot like a woman," Chase countered.

"Turn over," she requested of him. Chase turned so his back was to Molly, still holding her pillow.

Molly spooned up next to Chase's naked body and hugged him tight with one arm. She stroked his head with her free hand. She had seen her brother in many different lights over the years. Most commonly, she saw him as a raving moron, as most boys were. Sometimes she saw him as a vulnerable sibling that needed guidance and love. Now, she could also see him as a caring lover. She had just inadvertently discovered that he wasn't in her bed just for sex. If he was, he'd have been gone by now after the crushing one-two punch of Molly's tease-rejection.

Chase drifted off to sleep in the comfort of his sister's bed and her gentle caressing fingers. Molly followed not long after.

The sound of the garage door closing and movement in the kitchen woke Molly in a panic. She looked at her clock. It was 12:45 AM and their parents were home. "Chase!" she whispered loudly, shaking her brother. "Chase, wake up! Mom and Dad are home, you gotta get out of here!" She feared her mother would be coming in to check up on her after the date she was supposed to have tonight. Kathleen always kept close tabs on her kids' love lives.

Chase opened his eyes, disoriented from finding himself in Molly's room. Then he remembered. Still naked, he climbed out of Molly's bed and crept down the hall to his own room. Still groggy, he crashed on his bed and went right back to sleep.

Molly turned off the lamp on her nightstand and pulled the covers back over her. She felt an unfamiliar waistband around her midsection and impulsively grabbed it, before she remembered she was wearing her brother's underwear. Comforted, Molly smiled as she drifted back to sleep.

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The next day, Chase sat high in the lifeguard chair under a yellow umbrella. His eyes were on two small kids who were getting too close to the deep water rope, but his mind was on his sister. He popped his whistle a couple times to warn the kids back.

He was still trying to piece together what happened between them last night. His heart was longing to be with Molly. He wondered if she would be home when his shift ended this afternoon. That's not something that was ever on his mind before. He still couldn't believe he revealed himself as the author of the letter. He told her on impulse, as a last ditch effort to keep her from losing faith, to keep her head above water. He loved her. If no other man was going to appreciate her for who she was, then he knew she would at least have him. He was comforted by that thought.

He spotted Kara and Ashley with a couple friends and watched them talk. Kara was a slender blonde with sizable tits for a small frame. He wondered if she was with Ryan last night. Oddly, the thought of Ryan going out on Molly like that pissed him off, but he was glad it worked out that way. What if Molly had gone out with Ryan last night? Things would have turned out a lot differently, that's for sure.

Before last night, Chase had been scheming how to get into Ashley's bikini. She had the sweetest ass of any girl that hung out at the pool. Her bikini bottom style of choice was the kind that rode into her crack and showed off half her ass cheeks. Chase always found himself distracted from his lifeguard duties when she was around. But now, she didn't seem so important.

At noon, Chase took his lunch break, but wasn't really interested in what he brought to eat. He grabbed his phone and saw there was a message from Molly. "Who's at the pool?"

"The usual suspects," he replied. "Kara is here with Ashley and Em and some girl I don't know."

"How does Kara look?" Molly texted back.

"Fucking amazing" was his reply. A few seconds later, he added, "...if you like skinny girls." He added a wink to the end.

"Do you like skinny girls?" she asked.

"I like pretty girls."

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Sure, when you try hard enough," he kidded.

"Douche. Don't be late—Mom has a surprise."

Four o'clock finally arrived and Chase headed for home from the pool, starving for dinner. He was looking through the fridge when his mom came into the kitchen.

"Don't eat yet," warned Kathleen. "We're taking you guys out for dinner tonight."

"Where?" inquired Chase.

"We were thinking the new Italian place on the riverfront."

Kathleen was a very pretty brunette, fairly slender, but not quite like the gymnast she was nineteen years ago before she had Molly. But, even at 40 she was a knockout. Chase's friends reminded him of that constantly.

"What's the occasion?" he asked. Just then Molly walked into the kitchen, looking very pretty, as if for another date.

Kathleen answered, "Nothing really. We feel bad for Molly getting stood up last night, so we thought maybe getting out of the house would make her feel better. She said you were a comfort to her last night; that was a good brother, Chase."

"Uh, yeah, sure. What are brothers for?" he said awkwardly, glancing at Molly.

"He's good to talk to if you can tear him away from the videogames, right Molly?"

"Yeah," Molly laughed. "But he's easily distracted."

Chase hoped he didn't blush at Molly's brazen inside joke.

"Get a shower, chief," ordered his mother. "We're leaving in forty-five."

Chase showered up and got dressed, happy to be with his family tonight. He spotted his bottle of Versace Eros sitting in the back of the cabinet. He almost never wore cologne. Molly had mentioned one time how Eros turned her on. "What the hell," he said under his breath, and slapped some on.

The drive to the riverfront was a good half hour, and Chase and Molly enjoyed the evening views from the back seat of the family SUV. They made some small chit chat, but largely couldn't talk about the most important thing on their minds.

"What's that smell?" inquired their father, Jon from the driver's seat.

"It's Chase's cologne," Molly happily informed him. "He thinks he's gonna score tonight!"

The whole car, except for Chase, got a giggle out of the joke. "How is Tiffany?" Jon asked Chase, looking at him in the rear view mirror.

"We broke up two weeks ago, Dad," Chase informed him, a little annoyed.

"Oh, right. Too bad, she was cute."

"Yes, she was cute," agreed Kathleen. "But she isn't the only girl out there," she advised like mothers do.

Jon and Kathleen went about discussing household issues in the front seat, while the back seat got quiet. Chase looked at Molly's hands on her lap. He slowly reached over and took her hand, intertwining their fingers. Molly's eyes widened with surprise and glanced at the front seat before she looked at him with a slightly panicked look. She grabbed her light jacket with her free hand and dropped it onto their hands, obscuring the view from the front seat.

She secretly caressed his hand under the jacket with her thumb. "Have you heard from her at all?" she asked him, referring to Tiffany.

"No. I sent her a message about three days ago, and haven't heard back." She had broken Chase's heart and Molly knew it. Chase didn't mope around the house about it, but she knew that Tiffany had moved on before Chase.

Molly slipped her other hand under the jacket and caressed Chase's forearm. She leaned in to whisper in his ear. "It's her loss. She didn't deserve a guy like you. You know it's true." Glancing at the rear view mirror to see if her dad's eyes were on the road, she kissed Chase gently on the cheek.

Whatever regrettable thoughts Chase was having about Tiffany at that moment evaporated with that tender kiss. His heart felt warm and loved. He smiled at Molly.

Dinner was happy with lively conversation about Chase and Molly's upcoming college year. Chase was going to be a freshman and Molly a sophomore. They were both looking at bright futures. Molly was already headed for a career path of translating sign language for the deaf. Chase and Molly enjoyed the family time and the attention they were getting from their parents tonight, but their minds were on each other.

Molly watched her parents peruse the wine list, both their faces hidden behind the binder. Casually, she reached over and put her hand on Chase's thigh, causing him to tense up. She smiled at his reaction and decided to tease him a little by moving her hand to his inner thigh and creep toward his crotch. Chase glanced around to see if anyone else was watching them. He shot his sister a stern look and she withdrew her hand, smiling. Being more discreet, she slipped her leg under Chase's under the table and crossed her other one over, kind of hugging his leg with hers. She held him there without moving until the main entrees arrived.

Kathleen eyed her two kids after dinner. "You two seem to be getting along well tonight," she noted, as she waited for her coffee. "Maybe some sibling bonding last night? You two are growing up."

Molly rudely pushed on Chase's head, tipping him sideways for a moment, to prove her mother wrong. "Way to go, Mom," said Chase, poking his sister in the side.

Molly leaned over to Chase and whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry for disappointing you last night. I want to make it up to you." Chase smiled at his empty dinner plate. He tried to imagine what she had in mind.

It was almost ten when they got home that evening, having stopped for ice cream on the way. It was a good night. Chase was tired, having spent the whole afternoon in the sun. Kathleen and Molly were engrossed in conversation that didn't interest Chase. By eleven he was ready to turn in and said goodnight to his family.

Lying in bed, Chase finally was alone with his thoughts. Molly was front and center in his mind, particularly how beautiful she seemed to him tonight. Whatever residual pain he was feeling over losing Tiffany, Molly had eased it away. He wondered what she meant when she said she would make it up to him. He figured it probably wasn't going to happen tonight. He fantasized about making love to her. Happy thoughts melted into peaceful sleep.

A hand on his bare back caused him to stir. He looked at his clock. It was almost three in the morning. The tickle of long hair joined the hand on his back. Chase awoke enough to realize who it was. "I couldn't sleep," Molly said.

"So you thought you would try a smaller bed that already had a person in it?" Chase expertly hid his joy at having his sister in bed with him.

"Move over, moron."

Chase rolled away from her, turning himself over to face her. Molly climbed in bed next to him and laid her head on his pillow. "Mom is worried about my love life. Kept me up till one," she said.

"Better you than me."

"She thinks I should get back together with Ronnie. But she doesn't know how small his dick is."




Uncomplicated Ch. 01



Chase snickered, trying to keep from laughing out loud. "Glad your priorities are clear," he chastised. "I think you should get back with Colin. He was a good dude."

"You only liked him because he bought you beer," Molly quipped.

"You have your priorities, I have mine. At least he treated you right."

"Ok, so let me give you my two cents on your love life, Dr. Phil. You need to go find that sweet little Rachel and beg her forgiveness for fucking up the best thing you ever had."

"Oh, I don't disagree with you there. Damn, she was sweet too. She was the most valuable lesson I ever learned."

Molly immediately felt bad for throwing that in his face. She knew he was over it, but it was still a painful memory. Nobody knew that better than she did.

Molly yearned to touch Chase. She had been thinking about it all day. She contemplated in the darkness whether to advance. She touched Chase's chest and felt his heart beat. She was inexorably attracted to him after learning the trueness of his heart. And then after tolerating her brutal repudiation of sex last night, he had proven beyond a doubt he cared for her.

She needed to be with him, to express her love for him, to make him feel her love. There was still a line she wasn't going to cross, but she had decided maybe there was some gray area they could venture into. 

Reaching her arms around him, she caressed his back and lovingly kissed his cheek. They gazed at each other's barely visible face in the darkness. Molly touched his waist, feeling his underwear and paused for a second. Her heart skipped a beat as she thought about whether to do what she was thinking. She reached under his waistband and slipped her hand onto his bare ass. Chase kissed her deeply, touching her tongue, savoring the feeling of his sister's wet lips. Still inside his boxers, her hand slid around to the front and felt his warm sack. Chase took a quick surprised breath at being touched by his sister there. It was quite unexpected, however well received. She continued to kiss him, all over his face, as she fondled his balls.

She kissed his neck with her open mouth, sliding down to his chest, licking his nipples. She moved slowly down his firm abdomen, kissing once per inch. Chase reached up and turned on the lamp on his nightstand. He needed to see her beautiful face. They both squinted in the harsh light. Molly grabbed his underwear by the waistband and slid them down. Chase raised his butt off the bed and she brought them to his ankles letting him kick them onto the floor.

Chase lay on his back and Molly got between his legs. She lay on her belly and spread his legs to give herself easy access to his balls. She slurped the left one into her mouth, causing Chase to moan with ecstasy. As their eyes adjusted to the light from the lamp, Molly looked into Chase's eyes. She gazed lovingly at him as the head of his cock disappeared inside her mouth. She pushed it in further, grabbing the base of his dick with her hand. She stroked in sync with her bobbing head, never losing eye contact with Chase.

His sister was absolutely beautiful with her long pretty hair spread out on his thighs. Her nightshirt was the only flaw. Chase sat up and grabbed her shirt with both hands. Molly got to her knees and held her arms out straight toward him. He tugged the shirt, turning it partially inside out as he slipped it over her head. Molly's beautiful tits hung under her as she leaned up to kiss him once again. Moving back down, she dipped her left breast onto his erection, followed by the other, dragging the nipple around his glans. She lay back down in her pink panties and hungrily gobbled up Chase's dick again. She flipped her hair to one side, giving Chase a better view as she pushed her mouth down, inch by inch, all the way down to the base of his cock. Chase moaned loudly at the feeling of Molly's soft throat caressing his penis.

Up and down she bobbed, straining not to gag, prolonging his pleasure as long as possible before she had to surface for relief.

"Do you like that?" she asked, catching her breath. All he could do was nod, his mouth open, his initial surprised look at his sister's unprovoked sexual advance still plastered on his face. Molly relished his expression, knowing she was giving him an unexpected gift. She loved him for his unassuming innocence. He would have accepted even the most inconsequential expression of love from her, a mere kiss on the cheek. But she was giving him much more than that.

Back down Molly went, eyes lovingly locked on Chase's, repeating the same maneuver as before, pushing the head of his dick deep into her throat, pressing her nose into his pubic hair until it folded over, her mouth wide around the base of his thick tool. Molly held down on him still longer, eager to please her brother. His eyes gazing back at her told her she was. Chase's hips thrust upward repeatedly into her throat. He was groaning with each push.

She broke for air again and began to stroke the length of his cock slowly, watching him. His eyes were fixated on his member, covered in her thick saliva. She loved the feeling of his big cock in her hand. Her brother was beautiful, every inch of him. They both watched her hand glide smoothly up and down his dick in long, slow strokes. His clear fluid was accumulating at the tip. Molly swished a finger over the pre-cum, gathering it into the saliva in her hand, making it glide still smoother up and down his rod.

"I want you to cum for me. I want to taste you. You're going to cum in my mouth, okay?," she almost begged. "God, Chase, you are so fucking sexy! I want to drink in every drop of you."

The dirty talking was having its desired effect. Molly stroked faster, looking into Chase's eyes. "Show me how much you love me," she said, slightly teary-eyed. "Cum for me," she repeated.

Chase's moans warned of the impending ejaculation. Molly put her mouth over his head and continued stroking, eagerly awaiting her first taste of his semen.

"God, Molly, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna fucking cum in your mouth!" Chase clenched his teeth while he shot his creamy load. He forced his eyes to stay open so he could watch Molly gulp down his seed. She looked up at him, savoring his gift in her mouth while it smoothly slid down her throat. She licked off every last bit she could find, milking the last of his cum from his urethra.

Chase lay motionless, in relaxed bliss. Molly climbed on top of him and turned off the lamp. Straddling his hips, with her knees on the bed, she lay down on him, her bare breasts resting on his belly. Chase's comfort increased ten-fold under the soft weight of his sister. Molly hugged him like she hugged her favorite pillow.

Normally after doing that to an insistent boyfriend, Molly felt dirty, like she only did it to keep him interested. It was quite the opposite with Chase. He didn't see it coming, nor would he have ever even asked for it. She did it for him because she wanted to make him happy, to express her love. She felt appreciated. She felt loved. Together they slept, unmoving.

The light from the morning sun began to invade Chase's eyes as he began to stir. He felt his sister's hair in his face, and realized why his body was numb. He smoothed back her hair and looked at his beautiful sister. She awoke from his tender touch and smiled at him. Suddenly a panic struck Chase. "Where are Mom and Dad?"

"Relax. They had a doubles tennis date with Will and Sara early this morning. They'll probably do brunch afterward," she said reassuringly.

Chase suddenly became very interested in the fact that his nearly naked sister was still lying on top of him. He sprouted a hard on that poked Molly's ass through her pink panties.

"Oh, look who's awake!" Molly exclaimed, feeling his member gently push on her tender parts. She stayed on top of her naked brother.

The resistance he felt in her panties felt good. He pushed harder against the thin satin, stretching it down between her ass cheeks. He impulsively began stroking, the short throw limited by the inelasticity of her underwear. In and out of the silky shallow hole he thrust.

Being caressed down there was arousing Molly, but it was getting dangerously close to her red line. Chase desperately needed to get off his back. He rolled Molly over onto her back, coming to rest between her legs in a missionary position. Her creamy breasts were gorgeous in the morning light. He leaned down and kissed her deeply. She hugged his neck. They both relished the belated shift in their sleeping position, feeling body parts re-awaken.

"Please be careful," she whispered. "You know what I mean. We just can't, Chase."

Chase nodded and kissed her some more, flicking his tongue around her mouth, tasting her lips and chin, creeping down her neck. He put his mouth on her right nipple, opening his lips wide to cover her entire areola. He coaxed her nipple to stand erect before moving over to the left to accomplish the same thing.

With his knees under her thighs, propping her up a bit, he pushed his dick down with his thumb so it was touching her clitoris over her panties. Molly silently bit the side of her index finger as the clitoral stimulation started her juices flowing. Chase rubbed his penis up and down her panties, causing them to pull into her crease as they stretched. He could see the hairless outline of her pussy, so inviting, yet so forbidden.

Chase longed to feel the inside of his sister. He needed to feel her wet vagina wrapped around his hard cock. He respected her reasons for preventing it, but it took all his willpower to keep from sliding her panties to the side and thrusting into her sweet pussy. He positioned his cock between her labia and gently pushed it into her satiny panties. Molly took in a quick, audible breath. He withdrew to see he had pushed the crotch of her underwear into her creeping wetness. He rubbed his glans on her moist spot before pushing it in again, making the wet spot bigger. He pushed in again, and again, each time banging into the barrier of her mercilessly short-sheeted vagina.

He lay down on her with his full weight, grinding his hips into her, the head of his dick pressing down on her clitoris. Chase thrust his ass in and out, dragging his hard cock up and down the pink valley of Molly's underwear. He kissed her tenderly while he thrust, just like he would if he were fucking her. Molly spread her legs wide, resting her heels on Chase's back. She squealed softly in her heavy breathing, enjoying the coarse stimulation of her panties rubbing on her soft parts under Chase's weight. She put her hands on his chest. His naked body looked so sexy grinding into her!

Chase sat up on his knees and began to masturbate, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down her silky slit. He looked at Molly. She reached down and fondled his balls while he stroked. She decided she could do him a better service in a different position. She sat up on her butt and faced away from him. She lay back with her head underneath him, so her mouth was under his balls. She licked them as they swung over her face. Catching them in her mouth she sucked one in, massaging it with her tongue. Chase continued to pump his fist. He wouldn't be long now.

Chase eyed her tits as gravity pulled them slightly to the sides. He reached down and touched a nipple with his finger, twirling it around her areola. Molly put her palms on Chase's butt cheeks. She rubbed them and squeezed them, gathering as much flesh into her hands as she could. She slapped his right one, keeping her left hand on his ass. Chase let out a moan. She did it again. She held his scrotum in her mouth, her tongue playing with his balls.

The pleasure and pain were ascending to a shimmering meridian. Chase was consumed by the sensual combustion of two opposite stimuli. "Again," he begged as his climax approached. Molly obeyed, smacking his ass harder. "Fuck, again!" he never felt such intense waves of ecstasy. Molly continued slapping his ass and sucking his balls as Chase put himself over the edge, shooting his first wad all the way down to her thigh. The rest hit her belly and chest, with the last of it dribbling down onto her chin. Molly released his balls from her mouth and scooped up the cum on her chin with the side of her index finger, shoveling the thick white fluid into her mouth.

She quickly rolled over onto her knees, slurping up the head of his penis to clean up the remaining cum, milking it out to the last drop. Both up on their knees, Molly licked her fingers as Chase threw her a towel to clean up.

"Eww, is this your 'special' towel?" she said with grimace.

"It's clean," Chase assured. She wiped up the cum stuck to her body. "Pretty much," he added with a smile. She put her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly before giving him a deep kiss.

"Are you working today?" she asked him, stepping onto the floor.

"This afternoon," he replied as he flopped back down on the bed. He glanced at the clock. It was nearly eleven. Chase realized he was starving, but needed to get a shower.

"Have fun with that," she kidded as she scooped up her nightshirt and slid it back on. Molly headed for the door, remembering she hadn't looked at her phone in about twelve hours.

"Wait," said Chase. Molly stopped and turned around.

"Give me your underwear," he demanded.

"I'm not giving you my—"

"You took mine! Fair is fair," he persuaded.

With a sigh, she reached under her nightshirt and pulled her pink panties down to her ankles. She flipped them onto the bed with her foot. Chase grabbed them, smiling.

"I don't even want to think about what you're going to do with those." she said.

Molly went to her room smiling, thinking about what Chase was going to do with her underwear. Chase stuffed the panties into the drawer of his nightstand and headed for the bathroom to take a shower.

He got to the pool for the afternoon shift and climbed to his perch, whistle dangling in front of his tan chest. The late June afternoon was getting warm and muggy. Chase eyed the horizon for any sign of a storm. He loved working on stormy days, except when he had to mop the changing room floor and other chores nobody wanted to do. The hazy blue sky was clear of storm clouds. He settled back into his chair and dutifully eyed the swimmers.

He scanned the sunbathers for the usual hangouts. There was Kara and Ashley again, and the girl he didn't know—and Ryan. He saw him approach the three girls and hand a drink to Kara. He watched him out of the corner of his eye to see if he touched Kara in a familiar way or seemed like they were together. His evidence was inconclusive. He quit being a private eye and focused on his job.

Chase blew a long shrill note on his whistle, signaling the beginning of a mandatory swim break. He climbed down from his chair to check his phone and stretch his legs.

"Hey, Chase," he heard Ryan's voice say behind him.

"Uh, hey, Ryan," he replied. "What's going on?"

"So, you're sister's kinda pissed at me I guess."

"I guess," he answered.

"She just kinda freaked out the other night and told me to fuck off for no reason. Do you know what she's mad about?" Ryan probed.

Chase pretended to try and recall. "Something about you repeatedly standing her up and she was done being your second choice joyce. Does that sound right?"

"She doesn't understand, man! I can't be in two places at once. She expects me to drop everything for her. I just need to talk to her. She won't return my texts," Ryan pleaded his case.

"I think she just needs more attention than you've got time. Maybe you need to find a more maintenance-free girlfriend," Chase advised.

"Will you tell her to call me?" Ryan asked, his head more than a little under Chase's subtle hint.

Chase waved his hand, nodding as he headed off to the bathroom.

"Hi, Chase!" he heard a petite voice say off to his left as he exited the men's room. Chase looked over to see Ashley standing in line at the concession stand. He didn't know her well; she had graduated from neighboring school district, but he lusted after her every time he saw her.

"Hey, Ashley!" he replied with equal enthusiasm. "What's going on? Are you here with Kara?"

"Yeah, and Steph, Ryan's little sister."

"And Ryan?" he prodded.

"Yeah, he's the one with the car, so..."

"Right," Chase replied in his best conspiracy theory voice.

"Ryan's all over Kara and she's like 'Whatever,' so we'll take the free rides." Ashley played with her long sandy hair. "If you're not busy later, I'm having a little shindig at my house. Why don't you stop over?"

"I can't. I have to work late," he lamented.

Ashley stepped out of line momentarily and came over to Chase. She casually touched the waistband of his swim trunks while she leaned into him. "I don't mind if you come late," she whispered.

The unnecessarily sensuous way Ashley persuaded him caused a stir in his swim trunks. "I'm working to close tonight, so maybe I'll stop out after that?" he said.

"I hope you can!" she said. She grabbed a pen from a clipboard on the counter and grabbed Chase's hand. She wrote her address on his palm, adding a small heart at the bottom before she got back in line. She got a pair of Chick-O-Stix and walked back to her friends. Chase's eyes were glued to the bare bottom half of her wiggling ass cheeks, which were proudly displayed under her bikini.

Normally, getting invited by Ashley to her house would have made Chase's week. But this wasn't a normal week. His lust for Ashley's ass was tempered by a newly discovered affection for his sister. Even though he knew they could never consummate their relationship, he was feeling a strange infatuation with Molly. Nevertheless, he intended to enjoy himself tonight.

Clearing his head, he ascended to his lookout and blew his whistle again to end the break. Ryan and the girls didn't stay much longer, which was alright with Chase.

Arriving in the driveway of his parents' home, Chase made a surprising discovery. "What the hell are you doing here?" he muttered to himself, seeing Ryan's car parked in Chase's usual spot. He went inside and found nobody there. Pausing, he listened carefully. Molly's and Ryan's voices could be heard from the basement. "Have fun with that," he mumbled as he headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

As he got dressed, he saw the bottle of Eros sitting on the bathroom counter where he had left it last night. He put the bottle back in the cabinet without putting any on. Walking into the kitchen, he grabbed his car keys and headed for the back door. He almost made it out of the kitchen when he heard Molly and Ryan trotting up the basement stairs, laughing. Seeing Chase as she reached the top of the stairs, Molly's smile diminished somewhat.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," returned Chase in a neutral tone.

"Hey, Chase!" said Ryan. "I told you I just needed to talk to her," he said, smiling.

"Right," he said, looking sourly at Molly. "I'm sure she understands now."

"Where are you going?" asked Molly.

"I'm going out," he said pleasantly but abruptly as he headed for the door. Chase quickly got into his car and drove away. A small lump was forming in his throat, partly out of bitterness and partly at the thought of Molly backsliding into a bad relationship. There was no way being with Ryan was going to lead to happiness for her. He couldn't live her life for her, though. He shook it off and thought about where he was going tonight.

It was almost ten when he got to Ashley's house. A dozen or so cars were parked in the driveway and in front of the house. Chase found a spot and walked up to the house. Ashley spotted him and erupted into a huge smile. She came over and grabbed him by the forearm, pulling him close.

"I'm glad you came!" she said, looking up at him.




Uncomplicated Ch. 01



"Is this your parents' house?" Chase asked, trying to make chit-chat over the music.

"Yeah, they're out of town for a couple days, so—"

"So, here we are," he finished her sentence with a smile.

She took him by the hand and led him to the kitchen. To say Ashley's skirt was short would be stating the obvious. It barely covered her perfectly round ass, and Chase was pretty sure he saw glimpses of her ass cheeks underneath as she walked. "You want a beer?" she asked.

Chase wasn't really in the mood to drink, but he wasn't going to turn down an offer from a pretty girl. "Sure," he said.

She handed him a bottle and took a swig of her own. "So, what happened with you and Tiffany?" she asked.

"Ran its course, I guess," he explained. The truth was she dumped him and he was just now getting over it. Chase hardly knew Ashley and was wondering how she was even aware he had an ex-girlfriend.

"That's good, because you're way hotter than her," she said, casually hooking his belt with her index finger.

"You're way hotter than her," said Chase, playing along.

Ashley smiled and took another sip of her beer. "Do you like being a lifeguard?"

"It gets me some extra cash. It's kind of boring, though. At least I can get a tan," he explained.

"You look so hot up there on the lifeguard chair."

"It's been a hot summer," he said stupidly.

"No, you look hot," she clarified.

Chase's face reddened. "Oh, thanks."

"Do you like my skirt?" she asked, twirling around.

"It's very sexy" Chase answered honestly.

"I almost wore a different one, but this one is my favorite. The other one is pretty, though. Do you want to see it?" She leaned in and brought her mouth close to his ear. "It's in my room, Chase," she whispered.

Chase didn't know how to answer. Ashley took him by the hand and led him upstairs, past a couple making out on the landing, to her room and shut the door. She opened her closet and pulled out an equally skimpy skirt and removed it from the hanger. She held it up to show him, proud that she could fit in such a small garment. "Can I show you how it looks on?"

Chase nodded, speechless.

With that, Ashley unzipped the skirt she had on and let it drop to the floor. She bent over in her purple thong, picked the skirt up and tossed it on the bed. She stepped into the new skirt and slid it on.

"Now, which do you like better on me?"

"The first one, definitely," he answered, not actually caring about the difference.

"I thought so, too." Ashley dropped her skirt again and stepped out of it, toward Chase. "Do you like my purple undies?"

"Do you have others to show me?" Chase joked.

"They match my bra, do you want to see?"

Without waiting for an answer, Ashley removed her top and spun around, proudly showing him her matching underwear over her exquisite body.

"Do you want to show me your underwear?" she asked, hooking his belt with her finger once again. She reached in and pulled up on his waistband, exposing the purple pattern of the boxers he had chosen to wear tonight.

"Oh my God! I think we match!" she said excitedly. She let go of his underwear and touched his belly under his shirt. She leaned in close and looked up at him, seductively. "What else do you think we have that goes together?" She kissed him.

It became obvious to Chase that this sexy little slut had invited him here for the sole purpose of getting laid. He wondered how often she used this little antic as an excuse to get naked for guys. It occurred to him that he didn't even know her last name. She was ready to fuck him right now, and he had put no more effort into it than following her around by the hand.

Ashley unhooked his belt buckle. She ran her hand along the obvious hard on that Chase was sporting. Undoing the button on his shorts, she unzipped them and allowed them to fall to his feet. Chase's erection protruded inside in his boxers.

Ashley knelt down in front of him while she unfastened and removed her bra. In a daze, Chase watched her pull his boxers off. By all indications, this should have been a dream come true.

But it wasn't. His head was spinning. Nothing was making sense. He hadn't a shred of respect for the girl getting ready to suck his dick, nor she for him. What he mistook for a sex goddess now looked like a desperate whore. He suddenly fully understood what it meant to be used. This wasn't what he thought it was going to be. He was thinking that her body was not as sexy as it was at the pool. He was thinking that her face didn't seem as pretty as it did before. He was thinking about Molly.

His phone began to ring in his pocket, which was on the floor at his ankles. In a snap decision, Chase grabbed his underwear and shorts and pulled them back up. He reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone. Without looking to see who it was, he answered it.

"I have to take this," he whispered to Ashley. "I'm sorry." He thought it was a good way to let her down easy.

"Chase?" his mother's voice said.

"Yeah?" he said, walking out into the hallway. He zipped up and buckled his belt with one hand as he headed down the stairs.

"Where are you?"

"Uh, I'm at a friend's house."

"Whose?" inquired Kathleen.

"Ashley. You don't know her."

"Oh. Anyway, your sister called and asked me to come pick her up at Ryan's. I think we might be spending the night here, so we won't be home until morning. Can you go get her?"

"Um, yeah I can do that."

"Thank you, sweetie. You're a good brother."

"Wait, why aren't you coming home?"

"We're at the retreat with Will and Sara, and nobody stayed sober. We thought it would be best if we didn't drive. You two will be alright won't you?"

"Yes, we're fine. "Just stay put; don't do anything stupid," Chase sounded like the parent. Oddly, his mother sounded perfectly sober on the phone. He had a suspicion his parents were swingers.

Chase got in his car and started it up. Before putting it in gear, he hauled off and smacked himself upside the head as hard as he could. It was his own private penance for rejecting a sure thing with that horny slut. "Wuss," he muttered to himself. He pulled out of the driveway with a clear conscience.

He thought about Molly's backsliding relationship with Ryan. Why didn't she see him for what he was? It hurt him to think about Molly being with Ryan. It hurt him that he cared for her far more than Ryan did.

Turning onto Ryan's street, he saw Molly's silhouette out near the curb standing by herself. "Going my way?" he asked, rolling down the passenger side window.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, a little confused.

"Mom thought I could get here faster," he said, sort of telling the truth.

Molly slid into the passenger seat and shut the door. "Thanks," she said and prepared herself for a lecture.

"So, lemme guess," Chase began as he started driving. "First, Mr. Wonderful sweet-talked you into taking him back."

"Affirmative," she acknowledged.

"Next, he brings you back to his pad to get into your panties."

"Affirmative."

Chase felt a knife in his heart but he didn't show his pain to Molly. His crystal ball got a little fuzzy here. "He gets his rocks off and now he doesn't have enough gas to get you home?"

"Negative."

"Why did you need a ride?" Chase questioned.

"Well, he's a little bitter."

"I don't understand."

"I know you don't. So let's back up a few steps here, Ann Landers."

Chase got onto the freeway and sped up. He waited for Molly to clarify her story.

"It's true we came back here to have sex. But I sort of ruined his plans. Something hit me on the ride over here. I don't know what it was, maybe the way he started talking to me after he was sure he had me back, like I owed him some sexual favor for being difficult the last couple days. I saw through his reasons for wanting me back. I saw him through your eyes, Chase."

Chase felt a weight lift off his heart.

"But there was something else," she continued. Molly watched out the window, trying to keep herself composed. She was silent for several seconds.

"Bun?" soothed Chase, using her old nickname.

"I, uh..." she said with a quivering voice. "...I missed you."

Chase wasn't expecting that. He reached over and touched her thigh. Molly took his hand and kissed it.

Molly swallowed and continued. "So are you happy now? I missed your sorry ass. I'm with a hot guy that wants to fuck me and I'm thinking about—of all people—my brother." Molly laughed out loud.

She wiped her eyes and watched the street lights zip by for a while, happy to be with Chase.

"So," Molly interrupted the silence. "You never said where you were going tonight?"

"Oh, yeah," began Chase.

"Oh, yeah," mocked Molly.

"So I got invited to a party while I was at the pool today."

"And whose party would that be?" she asked.

"Well, that would be Ashley's."

"Ashley who?" she asked.

"I don't even know her last—"

"Ashley, who hangs out with Kara?" Molly interrupted.

"That's her."

"Ashley who's fucked half the guys in this county? Cumdumpster Ashley?" Molly was getting worked up.

"That sounds plausible," Chase agreed.

Molly looked straight ahead, shaking her head. She didn't want to hear the rest of the story, but she needed to know. "And?" Molly prodded sharply.

"And I had a first-class opportunity to fuck her brains out tonight."

"And?"

"Didn't"

"Why not?"

"She wasn't my type," he joked.

Molly laughed. "Who is your type?" she asked.

"You are, Bun."

Molly felt warm tickle in her heart at his words. The relief she felt at Chase rejecting Ashley was both surprising and comforting to her. Why did she care so much?

They rode the rest of the way home in silence. The emotional rollercoaster Molly had been on today was overwhelming. The only emotion she was sure about was how she felt when she was with Chase. With Chase she was safe. With Chase she was loved. It was this simple, undeniable truth that brought her comfort when she doubted her own self-worth.

They walked in the back door to a dark house. "Where are Mom and Dad?" Molly asked, kicking off her shoes.

"They're still at the lake with Will and Sara. Mom said they were all too wasted to drive, so they're spending the night there," he explained.

"Chase, do you know what I think?" Molly lowered her voice. "I think they're swingers." Chase laughed in agreement.

Chase smiled and stared at Molly. "What?" she finally blurted out.

"You were jealous!" he said wryly.

"Jealous of whom? Ashley?"

"You thought I fucked her and you were jealous," he said, still grinning.

"I wasn't jealous," she insisted. "I just thought you could do better."

Chase grinned as he leaned against the kitchen counter, his arms folded in quiet satisfaction.

Molly smirked at him. "And you weren't jealous of Ryan coming over today?"

"I was concerned for you," he said haughtily.

"Oh, you were concerned," she mocked. "You were concerned that your sister was going to get laid, and it wasn't you."

The grin on Chase's face faded away. They looked at each other for a long awkward moment. Chase gently grabbed the front of Molly's shorts at the belt and pulled her toward him. Throwing her arms around him, Molly kissed him. They both sighed, feeling the relief of easing the sexual tension between them, coaxing it out with their entwined tongues. Molly's knees buckled, weakened by the sudden burst of warmth she felt in her chest. She held tightly onto Chase's neck while he hugged her waist, holding her up, still kissing her.

Molly got her legs under her again and kissed Chase even more intensely, breathing him in, unwilling to unlock from his lips for even a second to get air. Chase raised her top above her bra and traced his hands around the bra strap to the back, searching for the fastener. Her bra loosened as he flipped open the hooks. Chase reached under her bra with both hands, caressing her soft, round breasts, rubbing her nipples between his index and middle fingers.

Molly sighed into Chase's mouth, entranced by her brother's gentle touch. Chase leaned into her, nudging Molly toward the hallway. Holding onto Chase's hand, she turned and headed quickly down the hall, almost running. She pulled Chase into her room and shut the door. Flipping the light on, Molly leaned against the door for a moment, looking at Chase.

He sat down on the bed, watching her. Molly's top and bra were askew, dangling off her shoulders. She removed them the rest of the way, then quickly undid her belt and unfastened her shorts. She pushed them off her hips, letting them drop to the floor at her ankles. Chase watched his beautiful sister hook her thumbs under her panties and slowly draw them down over her hips. Inch by inch she pushed them down while Chase watched with lustful eyes, until they were on top of her small pile of clothing at her feet. Molly stepped out of the clothes around her ankles and stood completely naked in front of Chase.

She was beautiful. She was the most beautiful creature Chase had ever seen. The desire in his eyes was undeniable. She allowed his loving gaze to fall on her, to cascade over her body, massaging her naked soul. She loved him.

Pushing Chase back on the bed, Molly mounted his fully clothed body and began kissing his neck. Chase touched her back and immediately slid his hands to her ass, squeezing her cheeks while her tongue covered the left half of his neck with saliva. Molly grabbed his shirt and slid it up, exposing his firm tummy. Kissing down his belly, she got to his belt, which she unfastened slowly, enjoying the moment of undressing her brother. She unbuttoned his shorts and unzipped the fly, revealing his hard on under his boxers. She stroked the outside of his underwear before reaching in and liberating his cock.

Chase tensed up as his sister slipped his dick into her warm wet mouth and pushed it into her throat. He couldn't look away from her beautiful, loving eyes—eyes that led straight to her heart, revealing her true love for him. He knew it. He saw it and he felt it. He had never seen a look like that from anyone. So strong was its effect that, for a moment, Chase had to question the worthiness of his own love for Molly. Did his own heart reflect what was gazing back at him right now? Yes, he thought. There was no question. He loved her.

Molly allowed Chase's hard dick to escape her mouth in order to push his clothes down to his ankles. Stepping on his underwear, she pushed all of it onto the floor. Chase removed his shirt the rest of the way, joining Molly in complete nakedness.

Molly lay down beside him, their young bodies not touching. Chase looked her up and down as she lay on her side facing him. Her large right breast nearly rested on the left. Her sexy soft tummy was unblemished and smooth, begging to be touched. Her creamy white hips widened in a smooth curve before tapering down her legs to her narrow ankles.

Molly found herself in the situation she predicted would happen sooner or later: a test of her resolution not to allow their relationship to transform completely into a romantic one. By abstaining, she was able to keep one foot on the side of a normal sibling relationship, always there for her, always a comfort for her. By going all the way, by crossing the line, in her mind, they effectively destroy the relationship they had always known, and exchange it for one that has no clear path or outcome. She was afraid.

Chase reached out and palmed her belly button, savoring the soft flesh in his hand. Slowly, he slid his hand down toward her vagina, feeling the sparse pubic hair that Molly had allowed to remain, glide between his fingers. Molly made no reaction, except to ever-so-slightly lift her leg, allowing room for Chase to slip one finger between them.

Molly closed her eyes as Chase rubbed her clit. Her mouth opened up in a silent moan as this first stimulation settled over her. He kissed her neck, eager to taste her body. Molly raised her leg up and put her foot down on the bed by her other knee in a figure-4, allowing Chase to fit his hand between her legs. He rubbed her thigh with his palm, his thumb dipping between her warm labia, picking up a trail of Molly's slippery, sexy ooze. She had already been swollen and wet before he ever touched her down there, but now her juices were flowing in high gear.

Molly reached out and touched Chase's face. She caressed his eyebrow with her thumb while she lovingly palmed his cheek. She wanted him. She wanted him inside her. But, she had drawn a line and swore never to cross it. She pushed the line to the back of her mind, trying not to think about it. She tried not to think at all and act on instinct. Her instincts were telling her that nobody had ever loved her like Chase. Yet, Chase was the one she couldn't make love to.

Acting impulsively, Molly got up and straddled his face. Chase eagerly dipped his tongue into her swollen pussy while Molly watched his nose caress her clit. Chase drank her in, tasting her overflowing juices, inhaling her heavenly female aroma. He kissed her inner thigh, rubbing her hairless labia with his cheek. Molly rubbed herself all over Chase's face, indiscriminately. She didn't care what she was touching, just as long as it was him. Back and forth she thrust, her pussy lips spread wide open on his face, across his chin, over his nose, back down to his mouth, over and over. But it wasn't enough. She needed more. What she needed was on the other side of the forbidden line.

She quit grinding and scooted backward so she could bend down to kiss his wet face. The smell of her sex on him increased her desire, further weakening her resolve. She kissed him deeply and looked nervously into his eyes, as if for guidance. Chase gently, casually scooted up, bringing his hard cock to within an inch of Molly's pussy.

She knew Chase loved her. She knew in her heart Chase would always love her, no matter what. Why did she need to resist what her heart desperately wanted? Making love to Chase would the greatest gift she could give him—or herself. The monster of feared rejection she had created inside her mind, consequent from bad relationship after bad relationship had to be slain. It was going to cost her the ultimate happiness if she didn't find the courage to defeat it. She had to muster the fortitude to risk her emotional well-being in the pursuit of promised love. She had to have complete faith that Chase would be there for her. She allowed her heart to assume control.

She lingered, kissing him slowly, tenderly, lovingly. She gazed into Chase's eyes. She saw nothing but love. Chase silently implored her, gently trying to allay her irrational fear with his eyes. Slowly, carefully, Molly rocked back. She felt the tip of his cock touch her glistening, swollen entrance. Her mind was screaming at her to stop, but her mind was no longer calling the shots. Chase gazed into her blue eyes and nodded slowly, gently encouraging her. His impulse was to push in, but he didn't. This was Molly's decision. She inhaled a short, abrupt breath as the head of his penis separated her labia. They touched noses. "Shhh," chase whispered with trembling lips. "Shhh," he repeated, subtly nodding his head, trying to soothe away the anxious expression on Molly's face. She leaned back further, initiating penetration.

Inch by blessed inch, Chase slowly slid inside her. The sensation of being penetrated by Chase's true love was more profound than she could have imagined. Their short pubic hair finally touched. They had crossed the final line together. Chase silently mouthed, "I love you, Bun." Her expression immediately changed from anxiety to ecstasy, her pussy finally filled by her brother. Molly slowly withdrew and pushed back down with a moan. She did it again. Her reward for consummating their relationship was almost immediate. Gazing lovingly at Chase, she felt a climax building inside her brought on by the sheer emotion of this event. Molly thrust faster. It felt better than anything she'd ever felt in her young life. Her lower abdomen felt warm and fuzzy, as though loved from within. It was the beginning of a body-rocking orgasm that would redefine what she thought of making love. She moaned loudly as Chase began thrusting from underneath. The loving feeling that began in her abdomen soon enveloped her entire body. Cascades of girl-cream slid down Chase's large cock as Molly came. Wave after wave of undulating rapture emanated from deep inside. She didn't know her body could be consumed so completely. It was only deep love that could bring about this kind of profound euphoria, and Molly was experiencing it for the first time. As her trembling convulsions subsided, Molly put her forehead against Chase's.




Uncomplicated Ch. 02



Chase stood at the stovetop in his swim trunks and a tee shirt, making a surprise breakfast for his family. The frying pan sizzled and popped as he threw more strips of raw bacon into the hot grease. The savory aroma was gradually filling the house, creeping down the hall toward Molly's bedroom.

Molly awoke, greeting the smell of breakfast with a giant smile. She lay naked on the bed, staring at the ceiling, blissfully reliving last night's events. Beginning this morning, her life, emotionally speaking, would be complicated. Her soul, nevertheless, was rejoicing. The sensual gift she received from Chase last night made her spine tingly just thinking about it.

Chase smiled to himself as he felt two robed, loving arms reach around his belly and squeeze him. Molly stood behind him and kissed him on the neck, like a familiar lover.

"Are you feeding an army?" she asked, eyeing the plate of cooked bacon over his shoulder.

"Just the four of us; Mom and Dad will be home at ten." The clock on the stovetop said ten to ten.

Molly popped a broken piece of bacon into her mouth and opened the fridge. "Want me to cook the eggs?" she asked.

"Sweet," replied Chase. He put four slices of bread in the toaster, then grabbed the kitchen knife and began slicing strawberries and kiwi.

"Are you working at the pool today?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said, a little despairingly. "I wish I could spend more time with you before you left for camp."

Molly pursed her lips. "I think maybe it will be a pool day today."

Chase's spirits lifted. Seeing Molly in a bikini always brightened his day.

They both knew they were going to miss each other this week. Molly's calling in life was what would be taking her away from home for a few days. She had aspirations of being an interpreter for the deaf. For the last four years, Molly had volunteered at a summer camp for deaf kids. The four-day camp was starting tomorrow, and Molly had to go early to get prepared for the week with the other camp counselors. She loved the kids, having gotten to know several of them personally over the years. It was usually the best week of the year for her. Like every year, she was anxiously looking forward to this week. Her enthusiasm for leaving home, however, was tempered this time by the recent change in her relationship with Chase.

Molly was just heating up the skillet to cook the eggs when their parents came in from the garage.

"Look what good little kids we have, Jon!" exclaimed Kathleen, smelling the tantalizing aroma of Chase's expertly cooked bacon. She obliged both Molly and Chase with a kiss for their efforts this morning.

With everyone seated, Molly served up a half-dozen scrambled eggs to the plates while they passed the fruit plate around. All four of them were famished and dove in like it was their first meal in days.

"So, did we all enjoy each other last night?" asked Chase, a little wryly. Molly lightly kicked his leg under the table. The joke between them was their parents were swinging with their favorite couple, Will and Sara.

"We had a good time," Kathleen said, a little embarrassed that they weren't able to drive home last night. Chase thought his parents both looked glowing, like they had woken up feeling like a million bucks, not like a pair of hung-over partiers.

"So, Molly," said Jon. "Are you excited for this week? I know you've been looking forward to it."

"Yes, it will be fun. Alicia will be back this year." Alicia was a twelve-year-old deaf girl that Molly met last year at camp. She was the kind of kid that needed a little extra attention to keep her on the right path, and Molly saw a little of herself in her. She had been texting her off and on throughout the year, and Alicia was anxious to see her pretty mentor again.

"Good, sweetie! I'm proud of you. You are well on your way to a fulfilling career," said her delighted father. For a while, Jon was afraid Molly was going to major in boys instead of linguistics, like he was paying for.

"Chase, you never told me who Ashley was?" said his mother, asking about the strange girl's house where he said he was last night.

"She was just a girl I met at the pool. She invited me to her house for a party," he said, telling the truth. Molly put her heel on Chase's foot and ground it in. Chase avoided wincing while looking at his mother.

"Oh? Was it fun?" Kathleen asked.

"Yeah, was Ashley fun?" Molly chimed in, her smartass tone recognized only by Chase.

"It was kind of boring," he said, telling a lie. Chase yanked his foot out from underneath Molly's.

"So you didn't mind having to leave to get your sister?"

"Oh, no! Not at all! I don't mind leaving a hot chick behind to go do personal favors for my big sister." His feigned sarcasm landed nicely on his parents' ears. They both laughed. Molly, however, understood the truth in his literal words, and felt a surge of love. She rubbed her big toe on his calf.

"What time are you leaving tomorrow, Molly?" asked her mother.

"Early. Like seven. It's an hour and a half drive for me and we have workshops all day starting at nine."

"Your dad will be leaving for the airport about that time," Kathleen informed. Chase and I are going to be lonely without you this week!" Jon was going away for a few days on a business trip.

Kathleen and Jon thanked their kids for their gracious hospitality before heading to the master suite to get showered up, anxious to get out of their old clothes. Molly rinsed dishes in the sink.

"So, what are you going to do with yourself while I'm gone?" she asked Chase.

"Sit in my room and rock back and forth in the fetal position," he joked.

"Excellent. That's what most men do after they've made love to me."

Chase's heart skipped a beat at her fearless joke and looked down the hall to make sure their parents were out of earshot.

"Oh, relax worrywart. They'll be in there for at least an hour. What time do you go in?" asked Molly.

"They asked me to do a long shift, so pretty much as soon as I can get my butt down there. It's going to be a long day. Are you looking forward to camp?"

"Yes. I still need to pack, though. I'm going to miss you."

Chase put a comforting hand on her waist. Molly forced a smile as she went to hug her brother. She squeezed him tight. Chase looked at her after a long embrace, wiping a single tear forming in the corner of her eye. He kissed her tenderly. Molly pressed her body into his and kissed him deeper.

The warm feeling she got from their bodies lovingly pressing together immediately took her back to last night. She let an affectionate whimper escape from her mouth into his as she relived in her mind that first staggering orgasm, which for several seconds brought the earth to a screeching halt. She longed to feel it again, to be one with Chase in tender ecstasy, to be filled with his undeniable love.

But, it would have to wait. Real life was going to come between them for a few days. With tremendous effort, she allowed reason to win over passion and parted lips with him. "You need to get going; I'll finish cleaning up," she said.

Chase smiled at his beautiful sister. That last kiss was going to get him through the day.

The pool was brimming with its typical Sunday crowd, with all four lifeguard seats filled. Chase sat above the deep end, sweating away the noon heat. He checked his clock—it was 12:15, time for a mandatory swim break. His friend, Charlie, who was seated in the lifeguard chair across from him, gave him a nod. Chase blew long on the whistle. The swim breaks were heartily welcomed by lifeguards on days like these. After the pool cleared, Chase hung his whistle on the chair and dove straight into the pool from his perch.

Finally feeling some relief from the heat, Chase allowed his mind to idle in the peaceful environment of the deserted pool. Over and over he was reliving last night. He'd had sex with lots of girls. Willing girls weren't hard for Chase to find. But something was different between him and Molly. Molly was the only girl he'd made love to. He never thought there was a difference before last night. It was the only way to explain why he couldn't stop thinking about her.

Out of the corner of his eye Chase saw a familiar figure walk onto the pool deck. Molly and her friend, Tisha found a pair of lounge chairs across the pool from Chase's lifeguard chair. Chase continued to tread water as he watched the two new girls arrange their towels on the chairs and begin to remove their cover ups. This was the best part about working at the pool: watching sexy women take off their clothes. His eyes glued to Molly, he relished the first view of her belly button as she slid her outer wear over her head, revealing her pretty peach bikini. Next was Tisha. Chase had lusted after her during many of his sister's sleepovers through the years. Tisha had a beautiful round ass. Chase privately called her "tusha" to himself. Her bikini was silver and showed off her ass cheeks nicely as she bent over to put her cover up in her bag. Like most of Molly's friends, Tisha was sexy from head to toe, but she was just another girl compared to Molly.

Chase climbed up the ladder on their side of the pool and swaggered over to them. "Ladies, ladies, welcome to my grotto! You are both looking beautiful today!" he said, trying to sound like Hef. "If there's anything you need at all, please do not hesitate to bother my personal assistant, Ramón at the snack bar." Molly always thought it was cute when he acted like a douchebag around her girlfriends.

"Hi, Chase!" Tisha said. She thought she would like to date Chase if she wasn't already in a serious relationship. She had never mentioned it to Molly though. For now, she just admired his solid body, like Molly was doing.

"Duty calls, my lovelies; I must return to my post." Chase walked around to the opposite side of the deep end and climbed to his perch once again. He reapplied some sun block to his shoulders before checking his clock and grabbing his whistle. He pointed at Charlie, who whistled the commencement of the next swim period. In a mad flourish, kids from all directions turned the calm water angry once again with a volley of cannon balls.

For the rest of the afternoon, Chase enjoyed catching glimpses of Molly's curvy body as he forced himself to keep his eyes on the pool—most of the time. Molly caught him looking her way and decided to have a little fun teasing him. She laid on her back with one leg down and her other knee up. When nobody else was watching, she opened up her leg, causing her panties to gap and slide over slightly and reveal just a sliver of her labia. She was clearly visible from the lifeguard chair.

Chase noticed the gap in Molly's bikini bottom and studied her crotch, trying to decide if he was indeed seeing something he shouldn't. Two boys walked behind the lifeguard chair and Molly closed her leg. Chase eyed the pool again. When the coast was clear, Molly opened up her leg again, this time a little further. A very naughty feeling came over her at feeling the air on her vagina in such a crowded public place. It was such a rush! Chase looked up again and saw the blessed view between her legs. There was no mistaking it this time; he was looking at her hairless womanhood. Looking away was now going to require some effort. Even though he sat higher than everyone else, Chase felt embarrassed by the growing erection in his swim trunks, and crossed his legs to obscure it.

Tisha, who was unaware of the shenanigans, was reading a book and occasionally stealing glances at Chase. She caught him looking their way a couple times and had mistaken his wandering eyes to be seeking her. "I think your brother is looking at me," she happily confided to Molly.

Molly sat up and looked at Chase, pointing at her own eyes with two fingers, then at the pool, curtly indicating where he ought to be focusing his attention. He grinned and shook his head, causing both girls to giggle, if for different reasons. Molly's juices were flowing and she felt like her panties would soon betray her arousal, so she decided to hop in the pool for a little camouflaging swim.

Chase appreciated her being where his eyes were supposed to be—among the swimmers. He watched her swim from one side to the other. She wasn't very tan yet, having only been to the pool twice so far this summer, but that didn't diminish her sexiness. Chase loved her smooth, creamy skin, especially in contrast to her dark, reddish-brown hair.

She floated on the water on her back with her hands over her head, pushing her breasts above the surface and making her entire body visible. She knew Chase would like that. Molly decided that teasing Chase was her favorite new thing to do. It could be a hobby. Just thinking about the all possible scenarios of exquisite torture she could inflict made her nipples hard. She smiled at her willing victim. Chase smiled back, loving her with his eyes.

A faint rumble of thunder in the distance warned of an impending abrupt end to the sunny day. Chase scanned the horizon and guessed fifteen minutes before they would have to order everyone out of the pool for fear of lightning strikes. Molly and Tisha decided it was a good time to pack up. Molly wasn't finished packing for her trip anyway. Donning their cover ups, the two girls gathered their things to go. Molly discretely kissed her hand and waved goodbye to Chase with her fingers.

The storm brought an end to the day's swimming, but not to Chase's work day. Battening down the hatches meant carrying several table umbrellas to the shed, as well as sweeping up in the concession area and in the changing rooms and doing the other chores that get neglected on busy days. He got home late that evening, wiped out.

He took a quick shower. It always felt good to wash the pool off him. The thought of his sister's exposed pussy was creeping into his head all day. He wouldn't get to be with Molly alone for several days, and he considered rubbing one off in the shower, but decided to save it.

Molly was in her room throwing the last few toiletry items into her travel bag. She was packed and ready to go. She had a long day tomorrow and was ready for bed, wearing her nightshirt and undies. Hearing Chase get in the shower across the hall got her thinking about what she did to him today, how she was naughty to his eyes only. She lay on top of the comforter on her bed and listened to the shower sounds—the splashes, the bumps, the snap of a closing shampoo bottle, the steady hissing of no activity—or secret activity. She wondered if he was thinking about her. She closed her eyes and touched her clitoris through her panties, listening, picturing Chase in the shower.

Throwing on a pair of athletic shorts and tee shirt, Chase skipped the underwear. He headed out to the living room and flopped on the sofa with his feet on the coffee table to watch some TV and unwind. Molly heard him in the living room and decided to join him. She sat down close to him without speaking and rested her head against his shoulder.

"You're evil," he said, looking at the TV.

Molly snickered. "Nobody forced you to watch," she said indignantly. "By the way, Tisha thought you were looking at her."

"Maybe I was."

"Oh, really? Watching Tisha read gave you a hard on?"

"How could you tell I was hard?" he asked, a little embarrassed.

"A sister knows these things."

"What else do you know?"

"I know you're hard right now."

"No, I'm not."

Molly kissed and licked his neck and put a hand on his thigh, slowly creeping her fingers up his leg until she felt his manhood. She could feel Chase beginning to grow.

"Yes, you are," she declared.

"You cheated."

"The end justifies the means," Molly reasoned.

"What does that even mean?"

"It means I'm going to give you something to remember me by while I'm gone. It's the least I could do after torturing you today." She leaned over and kissed him. He smelled good and shower fresh. She couldn't wait to dirty him up again.

Molly pulled down the waistband of his athletic shorts, exposing his now fully erect penis. She noticed he wasn't wearing any underwear, and felt a delicious quiver in her chest at the thought. She didn't know why, but Chase going commando was an unbelievable turn on, even if it was just around the house.

"Wait, right now? Mom and dad are home!" Chase warned.

"Don't worry; they're out watering the garden." It was just about dusk.

"Yeah, but what if they come in?"

"Hold my hair," she instructed, ignoring his protests. Chase obliged by pulling her hair back with both hands, looking out the window for their parents. He couldn't see them.

Molly slipped the head of his dick into her mouth, holding it between her lips while her tongue caressed the tip. She sucked it in, making her mouth as tight as she could. Inch by inch, she slowly pushed her head down on his cock, sliding it in very slowly, just like she slid it into her pussy for the first time last night. Molly opened her throat, allowing his thick manhood to penetrate all the way. Molly bobbed silently on him for several seconds before her natural instincts forced her back up. She took a noisy breath and went back down on him all the way.

Chase was torn between enjoying his sexy sister's clandestine blowjob and the anxiety of his parents walking in any second. Molly moaned on his cock, making him forget about his parents. He thrust into her throat, fucking the soft flesh, making a satisfying sloshing noise as Molly held her mouth open wide.

The familiar squeak of the back door opening sent a shock through Chase. Molly pulled his waistband back over his dick and sat up, wiping her mouth.

Their mother's footsteps could be heard walking in from the back room. "Long day today, Chase?" asked Kathleen.

"Yeah, lots of chores to do after the rain," he said, trying desperately prevent his wavering voice from revealing his racing heart. Molly pretended to be into whatever was on TV.

"Molly said it was crowded. You must be tired."

"Yeah, I'll sleep soundly tonight."

"Your dad and sister are both leaving early tomorrow. Make sure you say goodbye."

"Okay, Mom," he said, not wanting to prolong the conversation any longer than necessary.

Jon came in shortly after her. "Hey, Chase. Long day?"

"Yeah," he said, now annoyed with the topic.

"Can you get your stuff cleaned up in the garage? It's in the way."

"I will," he said agreeably.

"Good night, you two. See you bright and early."

"Goodnight, they both said in unison," thankful the conversations were brief.

Molly leaned over to Chase. "They must be horny; they never go to bed this early."

Chase watched his mother walk sexily in front of Jon as they headed toward their bedroom.

Molly laid her head on Chase's shoulder and waited for the door of their parents' room to close. Then she reached under her nightshirt and pulled her panties off, much to Chase's surprise.

"Jesus, now what are you doing? Molly, we can't...they're right—"

She crawled onto him, straddling his lap. "Slide your pants down." she ordered.

Chase looked at her for a second, weighing the risks.

"C'mon. It will be okay," she said convincingly.

Chase pushed his shorts down to his knees. Molly hiked up her nightshirt and got on her feet, squatting down over Chase's re-emerging erection. They both watched his penis part her pink slit. She worked it in slowly, her girl juice having not yet erupted to the surface. After three or four strokes, each one a little deeper, he was all the way inside her, evoking a long, steady exhale from Molly.

She put her weight on her heels and grabbed the back of his neck with both hands, locking her fingers together, using it as the fulcrum of their balanced sex position. Molly's blue eyes drilled into his as she fucked him slowly, not bouncing, but gliding. She licked her upper lip provocatively while she rode his cock, her knees wide apart. She loved to savor special moments, and this was one of them.




Uncomplicated Ch. 02



"You're naughty," Chase declared, alluding to her spontaneous, risky behavior.

"You like it," she countered, continuing her slow, smooth ride. He did like it. The risk of getting caught by their parents was an indescribable thrill, and made every stroke even more enjoyable. In reality, they stood very little chance of getting caught; Jon and Kathleen were down the hall saying their goodbyes in a similar manner.

She increased speed, bouncing at first, and then slamming down onto him. Faster and faster she fucked him, slapping her clit onto his pubic hair, her ass mashing his balls. They were cognizant of the quiet house, and kept the moaning and panting to a minimum, but the body slapping was getting a little noisy, which worried Chase. He lurched his hips upward to reduce impact.

Molly got off her feet down to her knees and allowed her weight to sink down on Chase. She ground her hips, stirring his cock inside her womb. She finally kissed him. Tenderly, she licked her brother's lips and tongue. Chase inhaled deeply, smelling her sweet breath.

He pushed her nightshirt up high, resting it on her chest above her tits. Chase buried his face between her beautiful round boobs, relishing their softness. Tasting her right nipple with his tongue, he fondled her left with his hand. Chase was intoxicated by her beauty, and the worry of his parents down the hall faded away. Molly was the only thing he could think about.

She rocked her hips on him, maintaining maximum penetration. Molly was in complete control and used it to her own advantage, precisely adjusting speed as she led herself on just the right trajectory toward orgasm. She hugged Chase, with her mouth to his ear. She nearly had him in a headlock, her soft hips molded to his lap, holding him down. Chase could do nothing but sit still and enjoy the ride, listening to Molly's labored breathing in his ear.

"Do you like fucking your sister?" she whispered. Her feminine voice felt like silk against his ear.

"I do," he said simply.

"You like slipping your hard cock into your sister's tiny pussy, don't you? You like to work her little pussy over with your big fucking cock."

It was his sister's voice, but he didn't know who was whispering those dirty things. Her sweet, ecstatic breathing punctuated the sexy language.

"You want to make her cum, don't you? You like your sister to get all fucking wet for you."

"I do," he repeated.

"Fuck her hard and make her cum for you." Her breathing was getting very erratic. Her hips were grinding into him at a frantic pace. Molly held onto his neck and kept her mouth in the same position on his ear. Her voice was quivering and squeaky.

"Are you ready to cum inside your sister?" she asked him, softly biting his ear.

Chase nodded, his eyes closed.

"Give it to her now. Shoot your hot load deep into your sister's sweet little pussy." Molly climaxed as she said it. Talking dirty to Chase was a spontaneous impulse. This wasn't her first time dirty talking, but she had never said anything like this. It was so erotic, so depraved, such a wicked turn on, that she thought she could have cum by just talking to him.

Chase moaned into his sister's shoulder as his semen shot deep into her, just as she requested. He was glad she was ready for him to cum, because he was going to, whether she wanted him to or not after hearing her talk like that. The muscles of her vaginal wall clamped down on his cock at the same time that her arms nearly broke his neck. She breathed loudly into his ear as she came.

As the euphoric waves subsided, Molly realized she was hurting Chase and relaxed her grip on his neck. She leaned her forehead against his and smiled to herself, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes.

"Who said that?" she asked, disbelieving her own voice.

"I have no idea," he replied. "She just came and left," he said with a laugh.

"I swear to God, I've never talked like that before, Chase," she insisted.

"Jesus, you're cute!" Chase exclaimed and squeezed his sister's body, still inside her.

Molly laughed into his shoulder. She glanced at the clock. "I'd better get to bed." She lingered a little while longer, unwilling to feel the emptiness in her belly once Chase withdrew.

She slid off of his waning erection and sat next to him, pulling down her nightshirt. Molly gave a long sigh, her insides slowly contracting back to normal after such an intense orgasm. She turned around to face the sofa and lay across Chase, hugging him in a cuddling embrace. Chase nuzzled into her neck and they didn't move.

At length, Molly gathered the will to get up and go to bed. "See me off in the morning?" she asked sweetly.

Chase nodded. She grabbed her panties off the sofa and scrunched them up in her fist. "Good night," she said, giving him one last kiss on the cheek.

"Goodnight," he replied. Molly hopped up and headed down the hall. Another night of blissful sleep awaited them both.

Seven o'clock came quickly. Chase awoke to the racket of plates and forks in the kitchen and the swish of Molly carrying her stuff down the hall. Chase rolled out of bed, still wearing the athletic shorts he had on last night when his sister accosted him. He went to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of orange juice.

"Morning, glory!" his pretty mom said.

"Mmmph," replied Chase in his usual morning mood. Molly briskly walked back in the house after loading her car. She veered toward Chase on her way back to her room, holding her hand up. Chase reached out and slapped her a high-five as she passed by.

Molly was looking forward to getting to camp, and moved with ambition this morning. "Chase, come here for a minute!" she yelled from her room.

Chase downed his liquid breakfast and responded to Molly's call. When he got to her room, Molly threw her arms around him in vigorous hug before kissing him deeply. "Orange juice," she said with a crinkled nose.

"Sorry," replied Chase. "Drive safe."

"Message me?" she asked.

"They let you keep your phone at camp?"

"Yeah, deaf kids do a lot of texting these days."

She kissed him sweetly. And again. Then Molly stopped before she got emotional.

"I'll see you in a few days," comforted Chase.

"Can't wait," she said, concentrating on keeping her eyes dry.

Chase carried her last bag to the car. She hugged her mom and dad goodbye. "I love you, Daddy," she said to Jon. "Have a safe flight." Hugging her dad suddenly reminded Molly she would be without his comfort and protection for several days. She rarely thought about it when they were home, often taking his love for granted. But, being parted with her dad always gave Molly an anxious feeling that she would somehow be less safe until they were together again.

"I love you too, pumpkin. I know you'll have a great week," Jon comforted quietly.

"Bye, sweetie! I love you!" said Kathleen. She was getting teary-eyed like she did when Molly left for college.

"Love you too, Mom. It's only four days, seriously! No crying!"

Kathleen laughed as she wiped her eyes.

Molly started her car and backed out as her family waved goodbye. Chase, standing slightly behind his parents, raised his right hand and made a sign by sticking his pinky up to make an 'I' and folded down his middle and ring fingers onto his palm and his index finger and thumb sticking out to form an 'L.' It was sign language for 'I love you,' which Molly had taught him years ago. Her heart melted at the gesture. She smiled and returned the sign.

Shortly thereafter, Jon and Kathleen left for the airport. Chase decided to get started on his dad's request to clean up his stuff. He had golf clubs, tee shirts, a football, and various other stuff that gets accumulated in a teenage boy's car. He also had a pile of stuff from his locker that he cleaned out after his senior high school year. He didn't even know why he had half of it. He decided to go through it and throw away the junk that he really didn't need. He figured keeping himself busy this week would help pass the time while Molly was away. He missed her already.

He found a picture of Molly and him at her high school graduation last year. They were standing close together, hands around each others' backs, smiling broadly for the camera. Molly was glowing, her hair slightly shorter than it was now. The people in the picture appeared to love each other, as brothers and sisters reluctantly do. He kept it in his locker his senior year. Even now, he marveled at how much he had always loved his sister—enough to keep her picture in his locker. Now, that picture seemed like a century ago, as though from a different era. He threw it in his 'keep' pile.

Chase finished with his own stuff and moved onto other chores around the garage and yard. He swept out the garage and cleaned the oil spots on the floor. He mowed the lawn and even pulled some weeds in the garden. Maybe he felt a little guilty about what he and Molly had been doing. Maybe he just needed to do something productive. Whatever the reason, he felt good doing it.

Kathleen returned from the airport to find Chase laboring away. Her son was a good boy. She knew he would make some lucky girl an amazing husband some day. She was anxious for some one-on-one time with him, mostly to grill him about his love life. For now, she let him continue on without bothering him.

Chase spent most of his day off working harder than he would have at the pool. He was happy to break a sweat doing some work; he was already getting soft by not being in sports anymore. He didn't like the thought of losing his tight belly. He resolved he was going to start doing sit-ups, beginning tonight.

While Chase labored outside, his mother was busy doing the household chores inside. She vacuumed and dusted the kids' rooms and bathroom. She straightened up Chase's room and opened his nightstand to put a tube of Chapstick back that he had left out. Just as she closed the drawer, she noticed something pink at the back. Opening the drawer back up revealed a wadded up pink ball, which, from the look of the satiny fabric, must be a pair of girl's panties. She was a little shocked to discover her son was in possession of some girl's intimates. She decided she would respect Chase's privacy and not disturb them. She hoped the lucky girl who owned them was treating her son right.

Chase took a shower at the end of the day to get the sweat and grime off him. He thought of Molly. He thought about what she did to him last night, practically raping him on the sofa while their parents were just steps away. Going a day working and thinking about other things besides her gave him some perspective. When he was with her, it was almost surreal, like the feeling one has waking up in the morning and realizing they are in love. They were willing to take risks to be with each other that neither would have ever done with anyone else. He couldn't get enough of her.

Thinking about Molly in the warm shower got him aroused. He started to stroke his hard dick. He was fantasizing about making love to Molly. Reliving real sex was always the best kind of masturbation fantasy, but this time it made Chase feel lonely. It made him long for his sister's sweet touch even more. He lost the urge and stopped rubbing. He turned off the shower, reaching for his towel to dry off.

Getting dressed, he smelled his favorite meal being prepared by his mom: lasagna and garlic bread. She cooked it especially for him as a thank you for all the chores he did today. Chase and Kathleen sat down to eat.

"Do you want some parmesan cheese?" Kathleen asked, knowing he would. She looked at her handsome son, a little worried about his love life these days. She felt bad for him getting dumped by Tiffany. She always felt the pain of her kids' broken hearts, especially Chase's. This one hurt, and she knew it. But she also noticed his spirits were better the last couple days. She assumed it had to do with the owner of the pink panties she found in the drawer. She decided to try and draw it out of him, without tipping him off about finding the underwear.

"So, any new girls in your life these days?" she asked, to open up the topic.

Chase looked up, a little startled at the sudden emergence of a topic he would just as soon leave alone right now. "Uh, not really."

"What about Ashley?" she asked, referring to the girl's party he'd been at the other night when she called him.

"She's not really a girl in my life."

"Well, she must be somebody. Why else would you go over to her house?"

Chase didn't have a sanitized answer for his mother. He was a little uncomfortable talking frankly about sex with his mom. He wanted to tell her, though.

"She invited me over to..." he didn't know how honest he should be with her. He decided confiding this story with his mother probably wouldn't be a bad thing. "She invited me over to have sex."

Kathleen involuntarily slammed her fork down as she tried to liberate the piece of food she'd inhaled upon hearing Chase's confession. She coughed and gasped until she could breathe semi-normally.

"Are you okay, Mom?" he asked, scooting his chair back.

She waved him off silently, trying to catch her breath. Finally, after taking a sip of water, she gasped, "Did you say she invited you over to have sex?"

Chase nodded.

"Just to have sex?"

"Yeah, she's apparently known for that," he told her.

"And what happened?"

"You called just as it was about to happen."

Kathleen burst out laughing. "That was when I called you to get Molly?"

"Yes."

"Oh my God!" She thought about it for a while, taking another drink. "What would have happened if I hadn't called you?"

Chase wondered that himself. He knew he didn't want Ashley to keep going, but had his doubts about his own willpower to stop her. "I don't know," he shrugged. "I'm glad it didn't happen, though. I had never felt so used."

Kathleen felt a surge of pride at hearing her son confide such a personal thing to his mom. And she was prouder still that he didn't let someone use him. He was becoming a man—a very attractive one at that.

Kathleen was surprisingly intrigued. She wanted to know more, but didn't want to make Chase uncomfortable. She began with a simple question.

"What was she doing to you?" she asked coyly with a smile. "You don't have to answer."

"She took me up to her room and started showing off clothes from her closet, changing right in front of me. She was in her underwear when she started kissing me and took my shorts down."

"And she was going to—" Kathleen led.

"Yeah, she was going to do that." he said discretely. "She was kneeling in front of me and touching me when the phone rang."

Kathleen hadn't considered a girl touching her son that way. She always pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind. It's something mothers don't dwell on. But having it described to her forced her to imagine it. She felt a little anxious about it. Frankly, she felt jealous. That little slut didn't deserve to be with a guy like Chase. She couldn't think of too many girls who actually did.

She allowed herself to imagine Chase having sex. She wondered what he looked like with a hard on. She figured he was probably irresistible to just about any girl.

"Chase, I know we've had this conversation before, but you are wise to be selective in whom you date. You're beautiful, you're smart, and you can have anyone you want. You're a one in a million catch, baby. Any girl would be lucky to have you; make sure she deserves a guy like you."

Chase felt embarrassed whenever his mom started talking about how desirable he was. She was his mother, after all. But, what else would a mother say about her son? Still, it felt good to get such salient compliments from someone as beautiful as her.

Kathleen meant every word she said about Chase. She saw him as any mother would see her son, but she was also aware of how physically attractive he was. Sometimes when Kathleen looked at her son, she wondered how his girlfriends kept their hands off him. If she weren't his mother, she would be all over him, she thought.

"So, is there anybody else?" she continued to pry.

Chase wished she would drop it now. He wanted to be honest with his mother, but this was one case where he just couldn't. He shook his head. "No," he answered simply.

Kathleen wasn't buying it. Those pink panties belonged to somebody.

"Are you sure?" she prodded again.

Chase grinned at what his mother didn't know. Kathleen took his grin to mean she was onto something.

"Do you want to talk about her?" Kathleen asked.

"Not really," he said. In reality, Chase wanted to proclaim his love for Molly from the rooftop, but telling his mother wasn't possible.

"Well, can you at least tell me if she's pretty?"

Chase pondered her question for a moment. He could at least tell her that. "She's the most beautiful girl I know," he summed up concisely.

"Who is she?"

"I don't want to say anything more right now," he said, authoritatively ending the topic. It was his last defense.

"Okay," she said with some disappointment. "I'm sure you'll tell me sooner or later," she said with a wink.

Chase finished his meal, relieved to have survived the battery of questions.

"Thank you for making the lasagna; it was delicious," he said, appreciative of his mother's efforts. He put the dishes in the sink as Kathleen followed him. When he turned around, she gave him a tight hug. She loved the feeling of his hard body pressed against hers and held him a long time.

"I'm glad you're not too upset about Tiffany," she whispered in his ear. "She didn't deserve a guy like you. You know it's true." Kathleen gave him a long kiss on the cheek.

Kathleen's gentle breathing tickled Chase's ear as she kissed him. He wasn't positive, but he thought she had just said the exact same thing about Tiffany that his sister had. He took comfort in his mother's touch. Nobody on earth gave him the same warm feeling. He hugged her back, returning a kiss on the cheek of the woman he loved more than anyone in the world.

Kathleen let him go at length and went about cleaning the kitchen after dinner. She liked hearing about his love life. They would talk more soon, she thought.

~ ~ ~

Earlier that afternoon, Molly stood in the doorway of her cabin at Camp Cedar Cliff, cheerfully greeting arriving campers. She was looking forward to an exciting week, having been energized by the camp director in her counselor meeting today. Coming back here always gave her fresh perspective on her young life. The love she gave and received with the campers carried her through the year.

She spotted Alicia with her parents. Alicia ran up to her and gave her a big hug. "You're so big!" Molly signed to her. "I think you've grown a foot!"

Alicia smiled. She held Molly's hand while she talked to her parents.

"Alicia is so happy to see you," her mom said to Molly. "It's all she's talked about for two months."

"I know! We've been texting. I'm happy to see her too."

She let go of Alicia's hand and signed to her, "Are you ready for the high-ropes course this year?" Alicia was afraid last year and wouldn't do it. Molly hoped she had the courage to try it this year. Alicia nodded with a smile.

Molly's heart was overjoyed at seeing her young camping friends again. It was going to be a great week.

After dinner, the girls were winding down in their cabin. Molly finally got a chance to talk to Alicia. "You look so grown up!" she signed to her. "I can't believe how pretty you are."

It meant a lot to Alicia, especially coming from Molly, who was the prettiest girl she knew. "How was school this year?" she asked.

"I got straight As this year," she signed, smiling.

"That's great!" Molly was overjoyed. Alicia had struggled last year and her parents were worried she was heading down the wrong path. Molly helped impress on her mind the importance of getting good grades. Hearing it from Molly had apparently made a difference.




Uncomplicated Ch. 02



"Do you have a boyfriend?" Molly asked.

"Yes," she nodded. "He goes to my school," Alicia signed.

"Is he cute?" Molly asked, beaming.

Alicia smiled at her feet, a little embarrassed. She nodded coyly.

Molly discretely clapped her hands for her with a big smile.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Alicia asked.

Molly wasn't ready for that one, even though she had walked right into it. "I don't know if he's my boyfriend," she signed hurriedly.

"Why don't you know?"

The last thing Molly wanted to do was get into details about her love life. "It's complicated," she replied weakly.

"Do you love him?"

"Yes." That question was easy.

"Does he love you?"

"Yes."

"Then, what's so complicated?"

Molly felt a lump grow in her throat at the innocent girl's wise summation. "You're right. He's definitely my boyfriend."

Alicia smiled at Molly.

"You are wise beyond your years," Molly signed before giving her a big hug.

Bed time came after dark and Molly went about soothing some of the younger campers who were anxious about being away from home. A total of eight girls were in her cabin. At last she had time to put herself to bed. It had been a long day and she expected to be in dreamland soon.

Almost as soon as Molly's head hit the pillow, her thoughts turned to Chase. She hadn't thought much about him today, being so busy, but now she was suddenly overcome with emotion. She had been with him the last couple nights and was already used to him being close. She missed him terribly. She silently cursed herself in the dark for being such a sap.

Tossing and turning, she listened to the dark cabin. The crickets and the katydids were chirping away outside, unheard by everyone in the cabin but her. Most of the girls were already sleeping. She replayed the last two nights in her mind. In that short space, her whole world changed. Her perspective skewed, formerly clear lines became blurry, absolute truths murky. She was still trying to make sense of her new, happy, frightening, loving, complicated life.

She began to despair about the possibility of not being able to sleep when she remembered something she had packed that might help. She slipped her panties down and kicked them off her feet. Reaching under her bed, she pulled out her bag from underneath and opened it up. In the darkness she sifted through the layers of packed clothes, all the way to the bottom, where she found what she was looking for. She pulled out Chase's underwear that she had stolen two nights ago, and slipped them on. The change was immediate. In a strange way, Molly literally felt closer to him. Peace and calm washed over her. Her head became heavy in her pillow as she let go of her anxiety. She tucked the fabric of his underwear into her tender creases in the front and back, intimately touching as much of him as possible. Her calmed consciousness soon gave way to untroubled sleep.

~ ~ ~

Back at home, Kathleen lay in her bed, trying to enjoy a book and thinking about going to sleep. She had been thinking all evening about the conversation she had with her son at dinner. She thought about Chase and how he had grown into a man in the past year. He was far more attractive than she ever thought possible. She would even go as far as to say he was sexy. She marveled at his hard abs and chest, left over from his last football season. His butt looked amazingly firm and tight when he wore jeans. It wasn't that she had been lusting after him; she simply knew a sexy man when she saw him.

She did, however, feel a little guilty for laying eyes on her own offspring. She loved him more than anything. She would protect him to the end of the earth. She just happened to also appreciate his body.

Her thoughts kept wandering to the story he told her about Ashley. She thought about what Ashley might have done to him if she hadn't called him at that critical moment. She wanted nothing but the best for her son. She wondered if the girls Chase was with knew how to please him sexually. Did they touch him with gentle hands? Did they gaze into his eyes? Did they use the right speed when he climaxed? She doubted it. Young girls just don't have the experience to please a man properly.

If she wasn't his mother, if society deemed it appropriate, she would show him how a girl should take care of his needs. She knew she could please her son like no girl ever had. Kathleen suddenly snapped back to reality. What ridiculous thoughts she was having! What would Jon think of her fantasies? They shared some pretty crazy stuff, but this would take the cake. Kathleen shut it out of her mind and turned off the light.

~ ~ ~

Molly awoke with a smile the next morning. A fun day awaited her. Morning was spent helping the kids with crafts and playing games. Alicia, who was showing promise of being a very talented artist, drew a picture for Molly. It was a silhouette of Molly and her "boyfriend" holding hands inside a giant heart with the brilliant oranges and reds of a sunset behind them. The caption underneath read simply, "Love Is Not Complicated."

The picture pulled at Molly's heart strings. Upon reading the caption at the bottom, she involuntarily burst out in a brief sob, covering her mouth quickly with her hand. She couldn't help it, it was so beautiful. For once, she was glad the people around her couldn't hear, saving her from embarrassment. She got herself together and thanked Alicia for the picture.

"I'll always treasure it," she told her.

It was a hot, sunny day, and the afternoon was designated as free time for both campers and counselors. Molly decided to go to the pool to take a break from the heat. She went up to the girls showers to get changed into her bikini. She figured Chase was sitting in his lifeguard chair right about then and decided to send him a little gift. Alone in front of the mirror, she adjusted her top so she was showing maximum cleavage, nearly busting out of her bikini. She pushed the inside seam of her bikini top down just enough to display the tiniest sliver of her areolas. Molly posed sexily in the mirror and took a picture with her phone. She sent the picture to Chase's phone and then pushed her boobs back into her top where they belonged.

~ ~ ~

Chase reclined in the lifeguard chair, enjoying an easy day. The pool was less crowded during the week, and that made a lifeguard's job of due diligence a little easier to handle. He had been casually watching Ryan put the moves on Kara with contented interest all day. He hoped he was getting what he wanted. Ashley was nowhere to be seen. Avoiding that awkwardness altogether was alright him.

He glanced at the clock. It was nearly time for a break. He was thirsty and needed to stand up for a while. He signaled the break period and got down to get his phone and shirt. He saw he had a message from Molly and his spirits lifted. Walking to the concession, he opened up the message and saw the risqué picture his sister had dropped on his screen. His eyes widened and he turned the phone off instinctively, looking around to see if anyone had noticed. Nobody was close enough to see. He giggled to himself and went to get a drink.

Finding a corner to stand in, Chase opened up the illicit image again to get a look. He immediately felt the blood shift into his hanging manhood upon seeing Molly's luscious curves. He had never seen her try to look so sexy. And she succeeded. Then his eyes caught something more—a hint of pink on her breasts. Zooming in the picture, he looked close at her bikini top to verify his suspicion. Indeed, her nipples were trying to peek out. His chest flashed cold at the allure of the picture. He couldn't take his eyes off it for a full minute.

After drinking in the picture for all it was worth, Chase sent a message to Molly. "What am I supposed to do with this?" he texted her.

"Use your imagination," Molly replied. "...and whatever body parts you need to."

"Dirty girl. You're not teasing the campers like you are me, I hope."

"I would never corrupt their innocent souls! You, on the other hand are going to get a spanking when I get home for looking at your sister that way," she warned.

"You're the one that's getting a spanking, for corrupting your brother," Chase countered.

"Promise?"

Chase sent her a wink and headed back out to resume the swim session. He had a happy afternoon.

He thought about Molly practically nonstop all day. Today he wasn't thinking so much about how he missed her and longed to be with her as he was about her sexy body. The unexpected picture she sent him kept him in a state of semi-arousal all day and his balls ached from the constant drone of sexual provocation.

It was almost evening when he got home. Chase parked the car in the driveway and saw his mom working outside. She waved when she saw him.

"Honey, will you help me water the garden before we eat?" is mother requested before he could get into the house. Chase reluctantly diverted toward the garden and uncoiled the hose reel, pulling the hose to the opposite end of the garden to begin watering. It was a dry June so far and they were watering frequently.

Chase watered a row of tomato plants and was about to pull the hose to head back for a pass at the cucumbers and onions when he glanced up at his mother bending over pulling weeds in the next row. She was wearing spandex yoga pants—something she didn't normally wear around the house—and she was facing away so Chase could see only her backside. It didn't look like his mom; it looked like a hot chick with a stunning behind. He stopped and watched her, stooping to pull weeds, taking a step, stooping again. The shape of her small, beautifully round ass could be clearly seen as she meandered from weed to weed. His aching balls were already worn out from thinking about Molly all day, and now his shorts were tenting again.

Kathleen turned around and noticed him standing there. Chase quickly jerked the hose and headed back down the row to resume watering, but not before Kathleen noticed the peculiar bulge in his pants. She smiled to herself. She was pretty sure she just caught her son ogling her butt.

After the evening garden chores, Kathleen and Chase sat down for a late dinner of leftover lasagna. The repeated meal was fine with Chase; his mother made amazing lasagna. Chase couldn't get the thought of his mom's beautiful, spandex-clad ass out of his mind. He stole glances every chance he got while she got dinner heated up. She was 40 and had a better body than most of the girls he had just graduated with. Chase decided to pose a very brash question. He was feeling bold, and sex was on his mind. He wanted to know if he and Molly were right about them being swingers.

"Mom?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Can I ask you something about you and Dad?"

"Sure, hon."

"What do you guys do when you're out so late with Will and Sara?"

The question caught Kathleen completely off guard. "Um, well, we're all very close. We all enjoy each others' company."

"Well, it's just that you guys have pretty late nights with them, sometimes all night. I just wondered what it is that you enjoy so much?"

Kathleen twirled her fork on her plate, thinking of what to say next. "Oh, you know, we have similar interests, similar tastes in music, we like to drink some."

Chase thought for a second. "Will has told me he's into fusion jazz. I thought your tastes were a little more mainstream."

"Oh, you know, jazz, punk, whatever."

Chase was intrigued by his mother's nervous reaction. He baited the hook. "So, do you think they're a hot couple?"

'Are they 'hot?' Oh, I don't know, I guess they're okay.'"

"Really? Just okay? That's funny, because I know I've heard you and dad talk about how gorgeous their kids would be if they ever had them. I've heard you both go on and on about how attractive they both are. Sounds like you think they're hot," he said confidently.

Kathleen was getting a little annoyed at the questioning. "What exactly are you getting at, Chase?"

"Okay, here's the deal: You guys came home yesterday morning supposedly after a night of drinking, and instead of dragging in here hung-over, you both looked bright eyed and bushy-tailed, like you were on top of the world. In fact, you always look that way after being out with Will and Sara. I want to know why they are so good for your complexions?"

Kathleen giggled before covering her mouth. She and Jon thought maybe their kids would eventually find out, but they really didn't want to just come out and tell them. She decided to be honest with Chase. After all, she was prying into his sex life yesterday at this time.

"Your dad and I really like Will and Sara. We all know each other very intimately. We enjoy spending time together and sharing—sharing each other."

Kathleen waited for that to sink in. "Your father and I love each other very much. We are so confident in our love that we are able to share it with others."

Chase looked at her for a moment, trying to accept confirmation of what he had suspected all along. "So, you...and Will?"

Kathleen nodded.

"And dad...and Sara?"

She nodded and waited anxiously for his next question.

"So, you are swingers!" he exclaimed.

Kathleen rolled her eyes and shrugged. "Call it what you will. We share the love."

"Don't you get jealous?" he asked.

"Jealous? Oh, no, sweetheart—quite the opposite. After we've been with them, your dad and I feel even closer. We usually want to make love soon after."

Chase was picturing his mother having sex with another man. He imagined her on her knees, her beautiful naked ass in the air, getting her pussy drilled by some guy. Instead of revolting him, the thought of it turned him on. Seeing his mother as a sexual being was a strange sensation for Chase. But, given the new relationship he had with Molly, nothing was shocking. Seeing the people he loved from radically different perspectives was becoming a habit this week.

Kathleen watched her son in deep thought. "Baby, are you okay?" she asked.

Chase loved it when his mom used terms of endearment. She was using them a lot the last couple days and it felt so good to hear her call him 'baby.' "Are there any others?" he pressed.

Kathleen sat back. "A few. We try to keep our relationships 'monogamous.' We've been exclusively loving Will and Sara for the past 2 years or so."

"Are they exclusive too?" He asked.

"Yeah. But the thing is..." she began, and then trailed off. Kathleen started to feel like she was maybe being a little too open with Chase.

"What?" he pressed.

She didn't respond right away.

"C'mon! You were going to say something!" Chase was completely absorbed. He was wanting details now.

"I think our relationship might be getting a little stale," she lamented.

"Why?"

"Will and Sara are beautiful people and we love them, don't get me wrong, it's just that they're starting to get a little...demanding. Like, Will only wants a particular kind of sex from me. And your dad says Sara is getting a little funny too."

"What do you mean he wants a particular kind of sex from you?" he quizzed, trying to contain his curiosity.

"Well, it was good for a long time, but lately he's been wanting me assume different roles. Are you sure you want to hear this?"

"What kind of roles?"

"I don't know; they're different all the time. He likes to pretend he's being dominated. It's very strange. I've felt a little used lately."

Chase considered that for a moment. Oddly, he was more uncomfortable hearing about his mother having to play weird mind games with someone than he was hearing about her having sex. "And what's wrong with Sara?"

She eyed Chase, her pursed lips to the side. Should she keep telling him all this? Was he really okay hearing this stuff? She decided to keep answering his questions. "Sara really likes anal sex. I mean really."

Chase's eyes got big. "Oh!" he said a little loudly. "And Will...doesn't dig that?"

Kathleen let out an embarrassed laugh. "Bingo. So there you have it in a nutshell—no ordinary sex between us and them anymore; they only have that with each other. That's why it's getting old.

"So, when you're all together, how do you do it? I mean, you pair up and go to separate rooms?"

Kathleen was surprised at Chase's eagerness to learn the details of this secret life of theirs, but was all too happy to share. She actually enjoyed talking about it with someone other than Jon for once.

"We give each other a long kiss goodnight with our usual 'I love you' and then spend the night with our 'other' partner. We keep the sex private; no group stuff."

Chase shook his head involuntarily. "Oh my God," he uttered. He was spellbound. He'd hardly touched his dinner. Kathleen took his reaction to be shock, and went into comfort mode. She scooted her chair back and got up to hug Chase who was still seated. "Baby, please don't think badly of us," she said sweetly to him, pulling his head to her bosom. He didn't need comforted, but gladly accepted it anyway. Putting his arms around her waist, Chase pulled her in close. His mother's body felt like heaven to him. She held his head against her breasts. Almost without thinking, Chase slid his hand down below Kathleen's waist, until he was touching her spandex pants. He gently rubbed his hand up and down the stretchy fabric, feeling the softness of the flesh underneath. He began to question whether he should have done that.

Kathleen noticed the touch, and allowed it to happen, staying in her same loving embrace. The thought of her son wanting to touch her sexy ass made her feel almost giddy. She let it go on for a while, then decided she'd better let go before something weird happened. She held his head in her hands and bent down. With loose lips, she kissed him tenderly—not a lovers' kiss, but a wet one nonetheless. "You should eat your dinner," she advised. Kathleen felt a wave of euphoria at how good that kiss felt, but was careful not to let it show.

Kathleen cleaned up the kitchen while Chase ate his lasagna, even though he didn't have much of an appetite.

After dinner he went to his room to do the sit ups he had pledged to do. After about twenty, he decided it was enough for the first day. He flopped on the bed in his underwear, contemplating taking a shower. All of the sex talk with his mother had him decidedly turned on. He'd never really imagined his mother having sex, let alone with other men besides his dad.

He closed his eyes and imagined her in his bed with him. How would she touch him? How would she kiss him? What would her little ass feel like in his hands? The fantasy was so fringe and obscure, so taboo, that he couldn't hold it in his mind for more than a few seconds at a time before his conscience would beat it back down.

His thoughts drifted back to Molly. He longed for her sweet touch. He grabbed his phone and looked at that picture again. He studied every curve, from her beautiful over-exposed tits to her creamy wide hips and smooth legs to her "Come fuck me" eyes. He especially loved her belly—not perfectly flat, but a hump—a gorgeous, smooth, fleshy hump. He wished he could touch it right now. He wished he could taste her nipples, squeeze her ass, smell her womanhood.

A light bulb flashed on in Chase's head as he remembered Molly's pretty pink panties he had stuffed in the drawer of his nightstand the other day. He opened the drawer and found the panties right where he had left them. He grabbed them and held them up, examining them all over. They were pink satin, with a little frill on the legs and a tiny pink bow on the front of the waistband. A barely perceptible white spot around the crotch, more of a rugged outline of a spot, could be seen where wetness had evaporated. He remembered pushing the fabric into her vagina while he dry fucked her. He turned them inside out and pressed the panties against his nose. He savored Molly's feminine aroma, mixed with the masking scent of fabric softener. He inhaled deeper, focusing on her delicate odor. He smelled the back, and the area between, anything that touched her tender parts and might have some of Molly left behind. It was faint, but it was enough. Chase took off his underwear.




Uncomplicated Ch. 02



He stroked his dick while he breathed in her essence. He imagined her right there with him. He could feel her, smell her, taste her. Slowly sliding the panties down his neck, across his chest and down his belly, he finally touched the soft fabric to his balls, massaging himself with his hand in the panties. He moved up to the shaft of his dick, stroking, rubbing the panties around it, penetrating the feminine softness. Molly was right there with him. He put his cock inside them, placing the head right where Molly's pussy had made the stain. He stroked the pink panties up and down, smoothing his dick inside them, gliding through the soft fabric, like it was a vagina. Rubbing himself inside her underwear, touching the fabric that had touched her sweet crevices, was leading him quickly toward orgasm.

He imagined Molly on top of him, in a reverse cowgirl position, her sweet, round ass jiggling on his belly as she thrust her hips on his cock. He put his finger in his mouth. He imagined himself putting his wet finger between her spread-open butt cheeks, pushing it into her inviting little pucker.

"Yes, Chase!" she said in his mind. "Fuck my ass with your finger while I grind on your rock-hard dick." Chase watched the pink satiny fabric rise and fall rapidly. He opened his mouth wide in a silent grunt as he ejaculated, filling the inside of her panties with his warm, white cream. Chase relaxed, leaving the messy, wet undies draped over his dick. He was at last satisfied. He lay still for a few minutes, his belly softly heaving.

His satisfaction turned once again to longing as he missed having her next to him, touching him, telling him in her familiar voice what a tool he was for ruining her favorite pair of underwear. He just wanted to be with her. Just a couple more days.

Chase washed out the panties and hung them over the towel rod to dry overnight. He was too tired to take a shower and went to bed.

~ ~ ~

Jon watched the late night news of another strange city from his hotel bed. He was ready to get back home, but he still had another day of work to do. His short consulting trips were becoming more frequent these days. The company he worked for was rapidly expanding, and it was his job to oversee the installation of the computer network infrastructure in every new office they opened. He loved the work, but didn't love being away from his family. He especially missed having Kathleen next to him in bed at night.

This trip had been no more eventful than any of the others—same job, different city. He was getting so good at it, it almost was getting boring. The lack of being challenged had given him more time to think about missing home. The money was good, though, so he tolerated the trips.

He lay in his underwear thinking about going to sleep. He was counting down the hours until he could be with his wife again. He wanted her more than usual tonight. Jon's libido was maxed out after spending the last couple days with Carmen. She was new to the team and was still learning the routine. She leaned on Jon for technical and moral support. She also liked literally leaning on him whenever she got the chance to flirt.

Carmen was a pretty blonde about 10 years his junior with sharp features and a slender waist. Jon was aware she was attracted to him, despite the fact he was married. It was nothing new for him; he was used to women being overly friendly. He was a good-looking guy with the first hint of gray streaking the side of his dark hair. He had maintained a young man's body, or as close as a 40-year-old can, mostly out of friendly competition with his former-gymnast wife. He and Kathleen prided themselves in staying sexy, both for each other as well as their couple-partners.

Jon enjoyed Carmen's company this week, being a known flirt himself, but would never let things progress along. Jon had never cheated on Kathleen—at least not in the traditional sense. He'd had sex with lots of women since he and Kathleen got married, but it was always with Kathleen's approval, and the extramarital sex was always a swap; it was never done with an individual, always a couple. What's more, Jon wasn't the one finding their new friends—it was always Kathleen. She had a knack for scoping out willing couples, particularly ones that would benefit from their wise experience. She always seemed to hook them up with beautiful athletic types, very similar to him and herself. That was okay with Jon, but a little variety might be nice.

He trusted Kathleen's judgment in all things love-related. She was the greatest lover ever born, as far as Jon was concerned. She was easy to love; having the kindest heart and bravest empathy he'd ever encountered. Kathleen seemed to know what a partner wanted, and wasn't afraid to try some crazy things to please a lover. She had a gentle but very curious touch, exploring what other women were afraid to.

Jon felt like he was the luckiest man on earth to be married to Kathleen. He knew he wanted to marry her the moment they met, and wasted no time proposing to her. They tied the knot before either of their twenty-first birthdays. He almost thought it would be a shame to keep Kathleen only to himself. Whatever debt he owed the gods for placing such a perfect lover as Kathleen in his life was more than allayed by the sharing nature of their open sex life.

Their current favorite swinging couple they had been with for about two years—longer than any of the others. But they were both growing weary of their quirks. They were tired of being used for sex that their partner wasn't into. Not that Jon minded doing anal with a sexy woman with a pretty, round ass, it's just that that's all they did. He and Kathleen had each independently thought of breaking up with them, although they had never brought it up to each other. It would break all four of their hearts.

So, Carmen had made a subtle move today that had Jon lying in his bed with a semi-erection thinking about. He had been standing by a counter, leaning on it with his hands over the edge talking to a co-worker, when Carmen walked up and nonchalantly leaned against the table on her pubic bone, right on Jon's hand. Carmen behaved no differently than if she had just leaned against the counter, but Jon knew she had to be aware that her pussy was pressed against his fingers. He even perceived a little rubbing motion while she leaned on him. He really would like to get into that—too bad she's not married, he thought to himself with a smile. He thought about helping himself get all the way hard and jerking off, but decided to save it for Kathleen.

He was dead tired. Sleep would come easy tonight. A full day of testing awaited him tomorrow before they could call this job done. Jon squeezed the extra hotel pillow in his arms, mounting one leg over it like he sometimes slept with Kathleen.

~ ~ ~

Molly awoke early on the second morning of camp. None of the girls were awake yet. She removed Chase's boxers while still in bed, like she had yesterday morning, and slipped her own panties back on. The fact she was wearing them was known only to her, and she wanted to keep it that way. She grabbed her phone, a towel and her toiletry bag, along with clean clothes, and headed up to the girls' showers. She decided to harass Chase, knowing he would still be in bed at this hour.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she texted.

A minute later, he finally replied, "What's so good about it?"

"Grumpy. Are you dreaming about me?" she asked.

"No. But I spent some time with your underpants last night."

Molly laughed out loud, before covering her mouth in the quiet early morning. "What the hell does that mean?" she asked at first. Then, "Wait. I don't want to know." She hoped he would tell her anyway.

"I know them intimately now," he teased.

"Oh. My. God. You deflowered my pretty pink panties?"

"I will wash them before I give them back."

"Oh, no, really, you keep them, I insist."

Molly couldn't stop giggling to herself as she walked toward the showers.

She found herself alone in the echoey building. It was still early, and many campers didn't bother taking showers every day. Molly liked the alone time. She hung her bag outside one of the shower stalls and peeled her clothes off. Even though she came off appalled at Chase's defiling of her underwear, it thoroughly turned her on. She felt an urge that she didn't normally have in the morning. She looked down at her naked body and touched her vagina. She was immediately wide awake; her body tingling. She could see Chase in her mind, masturbating with her panties, shooting his jism into them, fantasizing about shooting it into her.

She left the shower off for a moment and concentrated on her image in the mirror. She watched her middle finger glide between her labia, gradually working up the will to push it into her canal. She needed to do that at just the right moment—the moment when clitoral stimulation brought her insides to the point of aching to be filled. She put one leg up on the counter and watched her lips spread. Reaching behind her, she continued clitoral stimulation, laying her wrist in the valley of her spread-open butt cheeks. Rubbing, rubbing, rubbing she continued, until she felt the first wetness erupt to the surface and collect on her fingers.

Her two biggest fingers penetrated and slid into her warm pussy, causing a moan to echo off the hard walls of the building. She wondered if she would be able to cum in this strange, lonely place. Her mind took her to Chase's bed, where she kissed him lovingly, her legs spread wide for him. His hard belly was powering his hips into her. She imagined his balls slapping on her ass.

She turned on the shower and continued rubbing herself while the water temperature rose. She stepped into the steamy shower, savoring the feeling of the warm spray caressing her sensitive breasts. She rubbed them deeply with one hand while she continued fingering her pussy with the other. Molly turned around, letting the shower spray her ass. She tried to adjust the spray to more of a focused stream, but it didn't do what she wanted. She cursed the crappy showerheads they had here. She missed her handheld one at home.

She turned back around and put a foot up on the shower bench, resuming her from-behind masturbation. Back to Chase's room, bent over his bed, her toes on the floor, barely able to get her feet under her for Chase's pounding. She imagined his thighs bouncing off her ass, stroking his thick cock up inside her, getting ready to cum into her sexy body. Molly was stroking at a brisk pace now, feeling it approaching. Keep going. Don't stop. Don't stop. Fuck me, Chase! Make me cum, Chase! The warm water cascaded over her body as shooting pleasure surged from within. She bit her lip to keep silent, lest she be overheard by another counselor wandering in. She rubbed her two penetrating fingers together, relishing the increased slipperiness as her vagina convulsed around them.

Alone in the hard shower stall once again, she let the water spray her in the face as her body slowly eased back to normal. Her need to hug Chase at that moment was overwhelming. She would see him in a couple days.

After breakfast, Molly's morning was filled with scheduled activities, including the ropes course that Alicia was going to try and conquer. Alicia was nervous about it, but she didn't want to let Molly down. "I promise it will be fun, once you get the hang of it," Molly encouraged. She told her about her first time on a ropes course when she was a little girl, how she clung to a tree and wouldn't come down until an instructor came up to get her. Alicia thought it was funny, imagining Molly afraid of something. She decided she was not going to be afraid, and show Molly she could do it. It was even more fun than Molly promised. Molly was proud of her.

~ ~ ~

Kathleen came home with a loaded car from the grocery store in anticipation of her troops getting back tomorrow. She was anxious to see Molly and Jon, but was enjoying the one-on-one time with Chase. She felt they were growing closer the more they talked. She wanted to get closer to Chase. She wanted to know his love life. She wanted to make sure he was being treated right.

She could hear Chase playing video games down in the home theater, enjoying his day off. She busied herself unloading the car and putting food away in the pantry and freezer. She was already weary of the kitchen and thought about maybe going out to eat. This would be another perfect opportunity to find out more about Chase's love interests. She finished putting things away and walked down to the basement.

She sat down on the sofa by Chase. Chase immediately leaned over and kissed his mother on the cheek, without stopping the game. "What was that for?" she asked, smiling.

"Nothing. I just love you, that's all."

Any mother appreciates unsolicited affection from her kids. Kathleen thought her heart would burst. "I love you too, baby." Chase just wanted to hear her say it—just like that.

"Listen, I'm not into cooking tonight."

"Let's go out!" Chase suggested, stealing away her idea.

"What a wonderful idea!" Kathleen exclaimed. "Where would you like to go?"

"Let's go to Lindy's," he suggested.

His choice in restaurants surprised Kathleen. Not a sports bar, or a pizza place, Lindy's was cozy Italian fine dining. She and Jon went there sometimes, just the two of them.

"Why there?" she inquired.

"I don't know, just sounds good."

"Have you been there before?"

"I took Rachel there once. I really liked it."

"Lindy's it is. You might want to dress a little nicer, though. I'll get reservations for seven o'clock."

Kathleen called the restaurant, and then went upstairs to get ready. She looked for something appropriate to wear to a nice restaurant. Most of what she had was fairly sexy. It was either slim dresses, or capris. "What the hell," she said to herself, grabbing a short black dress that hugged her hips. It was first-date sexy, but she thought maybe it would be fun to go out with her son looking like a knock-out. Tonight she'd pretend to be a cougar. She smiled to herself at the thought.

As Kathleen put her makeup on in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel like she was getting ready for a date. She felt a little giddy as she made her pretty face even prettier. It was going to be fun, just the two of them, she thought.

Chase threw himself together in about two and a half minutes. He opened up the cabinet where his bottle of Eros was. He slathered it on his neck and chest. He didn't even know why he put it on. About twenty seconds to fix the hair and he was ready to go.

He sat on the sofa in the living room while his mother finished getting ready. Kathleen emerged from the hallway, still trying to get the back on an earring. Chase beheld his beautiful mother in her sexy black dress that came down to about mid-thigh. Her legs were firm and toned from all the tennis she played. The dress looked like it was form fitted to her butt, which was nicer than any forty-year-old woman deserved to have. Her dark brown hair was elegantly pulled back in a bun. He'd never noticed her being quite this beautiful before.

He watched her walk all the way into the kitchen, then got up and followed her in. "Can you get the zipper?" she asked. Chase zipped her dress up the final six inches and smoothed his hand across her back to finish the job.

He needed to tell her how amazing she looked. He felt it was his duty to make sure she understood that she was absolutely stunning, and probably would be the most beautiful woman at the restaurant, and he appreciated having such a beautiful woman near him. But, all he could come up with was, "You look good, Mom."

"Thank you, sweetie!" she said as she kissed his forehead. She smelled his cologne and had the urge to embrace him right there and hold him all day, but she resisted the temptation of touching him.

Chase drove them in his mom's Mercedes C300, which wasn't allowed to leave the garage without Kathleen in it. At the restaurant, they were seated at a small table in the corner, which suited them both. The waiter gave a wine list to Kathleen.

When he walked away, she whispered, "Do you want a glass of wine?"

"Mom, have you forgotten how old I am?" he responded in a cheeky tone.

"I bet he'll do it," she remarked. When the waiter came back, Kathleen said, "We'll both have a glass of Cabernet."

The waiter gave a glance at eighteen-year-old Chase, then back at the forty-year-old woman. "Very good, ma'am." he said. Kathleen smiled playfully at Chase with her teeth clenched.

"So, you brought Rachel here?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's been a while."

"I liked her," Kathleen said. "It's too bad you two didn't make it. Why did you break up? I never felt like I got the full story."

"I was a dumbass," he said. Using adult language around his mother was not something Chase usually did. Kathleen paid no heed to his break in etiquette.

"Why, what did you do?"

"I went out on her. I thought I was amazing enough to pull it off. But, she was a respectable girl and would have none of it."

"Chase," she scolded.

"I know," he implored. "Don't tell me; I know I was a jerk. It was the worst pain I ever knew when she wouldn't take me back. If it wasn't for Molly, I don't know what I would have done."

"She was your shoulder to cry on?"

"Yes. She was there for me. I was able to tell her things that I couldn't tell anyone else. I love Molly for it."

Kathleen grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze. She began to well up with tears hearing Chase talk about his broken heart and Molly helping to mend it.

The waiter brought the wine and some bread.

"Sip it slowly because you're only getting one," she warned.

Chase grinned at his beautiful mother. He loved her. He loved looking at her. He was so smitten that he felt a little guilty, having recently professed his undying love for Molly. He was truly in love with Molly, but the one he would always love most was sitting across from him.

He held up his glass. Kathleen did the same with a smile and waited to hear what Chase would say. "To the most beautiful mother, the most adoring son, and the safe return of the two people we love most."

"Aww, that's so sweet! Well said," commented Kathleen as she touched his glass. "You and Molly seem to be very close these days. It makes me happy to see you are always there for each other."

"We are. I'm lucky to have her as a sister."

"She's lucky to have you as a brother. I know she leans on you when her love life is bringing her down."

"She dates douchebags, Mom. I try to make her see those guys for what they are, but I can't live her life for her."

"You're right," Kathleen agreed. She gave a sigh. "Nearly every guy she's brought home for the past three years has been a jerk. Why can't she find a boyfriend like...well, like you?"

Chase smiled sheepishly, but didn't say anything.

Kathleen went on, "Thank you for being her friend as well as her brother. I've been worried about her winding up in a serious relationship with the wrong guy. She's the kind of girl that won't know it until it's too late. Knowing you've got her back is a real comfort."

Chase felt a little guilty for the praise his mother lavished on him. It was true he cared deeply for Molly, but just how deep Kathleen wouldn't understand. "I'll always be there for her," he simply said.

They both thoroughly enjoyed the evening together. Spending time with Chase as two adults was an exhilarating experience for Kathleen. She was astonished at how mature he was. She was charmed by this grown-up side of him. Combined with his good looks, she was even more positive that Chase was the most desirable young man she knew. Why didn't he have a girlfriend? Or, if he did, why wouldn't he tell her?




Uncomplicated Ch. 02



After dinner, Kathleen suggested she drive. "Better give me the keys, big boy. I can probably handle that glass of wine better than you can." Chase flipped her the keys and they walked out to the parking lot. "Since we're all dressed up it would be a shame to go straight home," Kathleen noted.

"Let's take a walk in the metro park," Chase suggested.

The walking and biking paths of the metro park were just five minutes away. Kathleen parked the car and they both walked onto the dimly lit Overlook path. The shadows were fairly large between lights, but Kathleen felt safe with Chase. It was a quarter-mile walk to the observation deck, one hundred feet above the river.

They strolled leisurely in silence for a while. Kathleen finally broke the silence.

"I figured you'd have a date tonight," she noted.

"I'm out with you, aren't I?"

Kathleen laughed softly. "I mean with a real girl. You know, the pretty mystery girl you won't tell me about?"

"Don't worry, Mom. I'll tell you if she's important enough." Chase felt guilty for lying, but he hadn't figured out if or how he would tell her. He felt like he would have to tell her eventually, but right now, it seemed far less complicated to just keep it a secret.

"I know you will, baby."

His heart melted at being called 'baby' again. Impulsively, he took his mother's hand. Feeling her son's hand in hers caused a wave of affection to ripple through Kathleen. She entwined her fingers with his and they held hands all the way to the observation deck.

"Are you missing Dad this week?" chase asked

"Yes. It's only for a few days, but every time he goes on one of these trips I miss him terribly. This time was easier, though."

"Why?"

"Because of you. I feel closer to you this week," she said, looking across to the other side of the river, leaning on her hands on the deck railing.

"I feel the same way," Chase responded. The wine had made Chase completely relaxed. He stood behind her and reached his arms around her slender waist, hugging her from behind. He put his chin on her shoulder. "You know how I said at the restaurant you were the most beautiful mother?"

"Yes," she said folding her arms over his.

"I really meant it. And you remember me saying I was the most adoring son?"

"Yes," Kathleen responded with a quiet giggle.

"I meant that, too."

"It's feels good to be close to you, baby." Kathleen rubbed his arms gently. Chase touched his cheek to his mother's and remained behind her, holding her gently. He settled in closer, allowing his body to press against her entire backside. It felt somewhat improper to be holding his mother this way, but it felt good at the same time. Together they rocked slowly in a loving embrace. At length, she turned around to face him and gave him a loving hug.

Chase buried his face in her neck. A feeling of absolute well-being settled over him, surrounded by his mother's arms. He held her for a very long time. He felt he could hold her forever. As long as their bodies were touching, the world was a perfect place.

Standing on the observation deck, high over the river bank, holding his mother in his arms, Chase had an urge to tell her about him and Molly. He weighed the options he had before him. One the one hand, his love for Molly was truer than any he'd ever felt. He was feeling so close to his mother right now, he wanted to tell her everything. On the other hand, there was that pesky reality of their whole relationship being unacceptable to society. His heart ached to bring his two worlds together. The wine had relaxed his misgivings about talking frankly with his mother. Chase built up the courage to speak.

Before the first word escaped Chase's lips, Kathleen spoke. "We should get home," she said. The moment of revelation was dissolved. Trepidation once again arrested Chase's tongue, and his flash of epiphany was gone. His heart still ached at being untrue to his mother. Kathleen took his hand and led him back down the path.

Kathleen hit the unlock button on the keychain and they got in the car. Chase grabbed Kathleen's hand and brought it to his lips. "I love you, Mom," he said with a guilty heart.

"I love you too, baby." They drove home in silence. Kathleen parked the car in the garage and walked into the house in front of Chase.

"You looked absolutely stunning in that dress tonight." It was stating the obvious, but Chase's smitten tongue couldn't be silenced.

Kathleen smiled glowingly. "Thank you," she said sheepishly. "It's your father's favorite." She kicked off her shoes and turned around for him.

"I have others," she joked, referring to Chase's night with Ashley.

Chase laughed. "I don't need to see the others," he said. He reached out and touched her hip, gently gliding his hand up and down her hourglass shape.

"Can you help me with it?" she asked casually, like she would ask for help with carrying in the groceries.

Chase nodded. She walked down the hall toward the master bedroom. Chase followed her, unable to look away from her tiny, wiggling butt. She paused at the foot of the bed and waited for Chase to unzip her dress. He did his duty, unzipping the back of her dress half-way, revealing her bra strap in back. He watched her pull several bobby pins out of her hair, letting it fall down to her back. Kathleen shook her head violently to loosen up the tightly bound hair, fluffing it out with her hands. It settled out, messy, but still beautiful.

"Thank you for taking me out on such a wonderful date tonight," she said coyly.

"Thank you for buying; you can be my girlfriend any time," he joked.

Kathleen giggled nervously as she hugged Chase. The mere mention of the word girlfriend made her feel twenty years younger. "I would be your girlfriend," she said sweetly in his ear. She snuggled in and squeezed her arms around his neck. This was when they were both most comfortable.

"You would be out of my league," Chase complemented.

"Oh, no, honey," she implored. "If I was a girl on the prowl right now, I would be figuring out how to sink my hooks into you."

She kissed Chase warmly on the lips and looked at him. The kiss felt so good to both of them. Chase kissed her back, his heart melting at the touch of his mother's sweet lips. After two kisses, they stood at an awkward crossroad. Once more, and their mother-son relationship would begin evolving into something else. Their mutual attraction was evident; the tension heavy, but their hearts' desires were tempered by a longing for others. Kathleen hugged him again, and in doing so kept their mouths separated.

"I can't wait for Molly and Dad to get back," Chase finally said.

"Same here. I miss them both so much. Our one-on-one time this week has been wonderful! Thank you for being so close to your mom, sweetie."

Chase simultaneously felt both the relief of the easing sexual tension and the absolute raw heartache of abruptly ending his steady march toward fulfilling his deepest, darkest fantasy. "Goodnight, Mom," he said, reluctantly breaking their embrace. Pulling away from his mother felt like stepping naked out of the warm shower into a snowstorm. His only consolation was a clear conscience and the thought of reuniting with Molly tomorrow.

"Goodnight, baby. I love you."

Kathleen sighed quietly after Chase left the room. She had to sit on the bed to ease her momentarily weakened knees. She had been experiencing emotions tonight that a mother shouldn't. The allure of her son was almost too much for her to overcome. God help the woman that falls in love with Chase, she thought.

~ ~ ~

The next morning, at Camp Cedar Cliff, Molly busied herself with cleaning up the cabin, hunting down lost shoes and hugging campers goodbye all morning. She was on top of the world! It had been a fantastic week and she was looking forward to getting home. Connecting with the kids always made a profound impact on her outlook on life.

Last night, at the candlelight ceremony commemorating the end of another summer camp, the campers voted for their favorite counselor this year. For her loving and caring guidance, helping the most afraid campers conquer their fears, for winning the hotdog eating contest and for graciously accepting her role as the target in the egg throwing contest, Molly was chosen as this year's winner, hands down. The accolade was unexpected and actually brought tears of joy to Molly's eyes when she accepted it. She couldn't convey to them how much more they had given her than she them. It was the end of her best summer camp ever.

Before packing away her stuff, she put the picture that Alicia had painted of Molly and her "boyfriend" in the bottom of her suitcase so it wouldn't get crumpled. She had a special place in mind for it at home.

Molly was anxious to see Chase. She had been too busy this week to agonize too much over missing him, but knowing she would be going home today brought elation to her heart. This week had been an excellent provider of perspective. Molly knew if she still felt as deeply in love with her brother after camp as she did before she left home, it would be the real deal. Molly felt even stronger about him now. She knew him intimately long before they fell in love, and she knew what to expect from Chase. She had no doubt his love for her had an equal semblance of deep familiarity. If they were lovers at all, they were very close lovers indeed.

She hugged Alicia goodbye when her parents came to get her. She would miss her the most. She always had a connection to her, and this year brought them closer still.

"Say 'Hi' to your boyfriend for me," she signed to her.

Alicia blushed in front of her parents. She smiled and signed back, "You do the same. I know he loves you."

Even though Alicia had no idea that Molly was actually in love with her own brother, she had been a comfort to her older friend this week, imparting wisdom that even few adults would be cognizant of.

Molly gave her the sign, "I love you." Alicia held up her right hand and signed it back. Molly waved to her and her parents through misty eyes. Her camp week was complete.

The drive home seemed to take forever, even though home was only about an hour and a half away. Molly pulled into the drive to find Chase out watering the garden. She smiled and waved to her brother. Kathleen, hearing her car pull up, came outside to greet Molly.

Chase stood in the garden, watching the two women he loved most in the world hold each other in a warm embrace. They both looked beautiful. He dropped the hose and walked over to the two women.

Molly stopped talking to her mom long enough to give Chase a warm hug—but not too warm in front of their mother. "How is Alicia?" Chase asked.

"She's wonderful! I love her so much, you don't even know. Look at this!"

Molly opened up her car and fished out the plaque she had been awarded last night by the campers.

"Favorite counselor!" Kathleen exclaimed. "That's so precious! I'm proud of you, honey; I know you deserved it."

"Where's Dad?" Molly inquired.

"I'm picking him up at the airport this afternoon," Kathleen informed.

"I'll get your stuff," Chase offered. Molly popped the trunk and they both grabbed her bags. Chase followed her to her room. Having Molly back in the house felt so good! He'd missed her terribly, and not being able to discuss it with their mother had made the week even harder to endure. They dropped the bags on Molly's bed and Molly took Chase's hand. Chase looked at her. She pulled him close and put a hand on his face, closing her eyes and drawing near. She was finally with him again. They kissed tenderly in a wet exchange.

"Oh my God, it's good to be with you," she hissed.

"It's good to be with you too, Bun."

"No, you have no idea."

"I have some idea," he quipped.

"It's just that being away from you this week has been a real—"

"Molly!" Kathleen yelled from down the hall. "Where are you?"

"I'm right here! I'm talking to Chase." Molly rolled her eyes at Chase and headed out to answer her mother's call. Chase went back outside to finish his gardening chores.

Molly and Kathleen talked while Chase worked in the garden. Kathleen wanted to know all the details of Molly's week. She was excited that Molly was making such great strides toward her chosen career field of translating for the deaf. Molly thoroughly enjoyed the kids at camp, and thought maybe she would focus her career on working with children. Her free spirit and loving personality was ideal for building relationships with kids. Kathleen was glowing at her beautiful daughter. She couldn't be prouder!

"I can't wait for you to show your dad that plaque!" Kathleen beamed. "Speaking of him, I'd better get to the airport." Kathleen grabbed her purse and gave Molly another hello-goodbye kiss before heading out to the garage.

She rolled down her window as she pulled out of the driveway. "Chase! Don't worry about those weeds, baby. I'll get them." She kissed her hand and waved. Chase just smiled and kept working. He loved it when she called him baby. A few minutes later, Molly joined him in the garden.

"Hey, Farmer Brown!" she teased. "Did you get in trouble or something?"

Chase chuckled. "No. Working out here clears my head."

"I didn't think there was much in that head, except for your undying love for me," she kidded.

"You would be frightened to know what's really in the head of guys."

Chase got up and took her hand, leading her over to the patio. Molly asked him as they sat down at the table, "Did you and Mom get some bonding in this week?"

"Funny you should mention that," he said. "We talked a lot about love and relationships. She's worried about you."

"She should be," Molly said with a wink.

"I told her I'm watching out for you. I didn't actually say how much I had watched you," he joked. "I also learned a great deal about her and Dad."

Molly's eyes lit up. "Oh yeah? Well, lay it on me, stringean! Give me the goods."

"Molly, we were right about them being swingers."

Her eyes got as big as softballs. "Holy shit!" She whispered loudly. "I knew it! Will and Sara, right?"

Chase nodded. "She gave me a lot of details. Do you want to hear them?"

Molly stomped her feet on the patio bricks like a kid on Christmas morning. "What did she tell you?" she asked excitedly.

"They've been doing this for years. But she said they usually only swing with one couple. They've been with Will and Sara for a couple years. Will and Sara are a little weird, I think."

"Why? Are they kinky, or something?"

"Sort of. They've been using Mom and Dad for the things they won't do to each other."

"Like?"

"Like anal."

Molly covered her mouth. "Who likes anal?"

"Sara does."

"And, so, Will..."

"Doesn't"

"So, Dad..."

Chase nodded. Molly looked down with wide eyes in disbelief. "Holy shit! Dad? Really? And what about Will and Mom?"

"Um," Chase cleared his throat. "I don't quite understand that one. Will has gotten into some weird role play stuff that Mom has just been dealing with. I don't think he's abusive, but it doesn't sound like Mom's really into it."

That wasn't what Molly was expecting. "Wow. It kind of sounds like they're being used, doesn't it?"

"Yes. That's even how Mom put it."

"How in the world did you get her to open up like that?"

"It wasn't without some prying. She seemed willing to talk about it once I got her started, though."

"Don't you think they kind of get jealous with the extra people?"

"That's what I thought! Mom says they get turned on even more. Like, they get busy with each other afterward."

"Jesus, she did give you details!" Molly was a little stunned at her mother's forthrightness with Chase.

"She was trying to pry details out of me too, Molly. She thinks I have a girlfriend that I won't tell her about."

"Don't you?" she asked with a sly smile.

Chase leaned over to her. Molly leaned in to meet him and their lips touched.

"Are you my girlfriend?" Chase asked after kissing her.

Molly nodded with a smile. "I missed you."

Chase held her face in his hands and kissed her like the lover he was. Molly felt herself melt in her seat, thankful she was sitting down. She was suddenly reminded again of the powerful effect Chase's kisses had on her. She was a little uneasy about falling under his control so effortlessly, but she trusted her heart with Chase.

Chase stopped kissing her to get back to their discussion. The fuzzy pink cloud in Molly's brain evaporated and she could think clearly again.

"So, what did you tell her?" she asked.

"I froze. All I could say was I wasn't ready to talk about it. She definitely knows something's up, but she doesn't know it's us."

"God, Chase! What will this do to Mom and Dad?"

"I don't know, Bun. I've tried not to think about it."

Chase knew one thing for sure: Any consequences they faced wouldn't diminish his love for Molly. He'd move to a deserted island if that's what it took to be with her. Molly couldn't bear to hurt her parents, but if faced with the choice between their love and Chase's, her heart was with Chase. She prayed it would never come to that.

"I'd better get unpacked," she said at last. Molly pushed herself up using Chase's knees and went into the house.

Chase went back to his gardening chores. He didn't have to; he just felt the need. Chase mulled their situation over in his mind. He wanted to tell Kathleen; maybe she would understand, but then again, maybe she wouldn't. Telling their parents would certainly make things difficult at home, he thought. Maybe it would be best to just let it ride for a while. He and Molly could keep their hands off each other when they needed to—for now.

Kathleen and Jon returned from the airport to find Chase still working in the garden. Chase came over to give his dad a hug. "Mom says you've been a model son this week," Jon said to him with a wink.

"She's a slave driver, Dad! You see what she's got me doing over there?"

"That's not true at all!" Kathleen exclaimed, almost missing Chase's joke. She touched his face with both hands and gave him a kiss. "You're such a wise guy," she said, gently slapping his cheek.

Molly opened her suitcase and began sorting out the dirty clothes from the clean ones. She put her clean clothes back in their places and started a dirty pile in the middle of the floor. She cleared the last of her clothes from the bottom of the suitcase, revealing Alicia's picture of Molly and her mystery boyfriend. She read the words at the bottom and smiled. "Love Is Not Complicated," it said. She wedged it into the frame of her dresser mirror, proudly displaying it, although she was doubting the wisdom of Alicia's words right at that moment.

Molly heard the door to the garage open, signifying that her parents were home. She gathered her pile of dirty clothes in the middle of the floor and carried them to the hamper. When she opened the lid, she discovered a familiar pair of pink panties at the bottom of the basket. She dropped her pile on the floor and reached in to pick up the panties. They looked clean; Chase must have rinsed them well. She recalled the text he sent her after he had defiled her pretty panties. She broke a smile at the silliness that a young man's libido will drive him to. She dropped them back in and piled her clothes on top.

"Hi, Daddy!" Molly said with smile as she met Jon in the living room.

"Hi, Pumpkin!" Jon said, kissing her lips and giving her a long, warm embrace. "How was your week?"

"It was amazing! Best time I ever had there."

"Show him your plaque!" Kathleen said excitedly.

Molly ran to her room to retrieve it. She held it up for Jon to see. "Oh, wow, congratulations! What did you do to earn it?"

"Basically just tolerate more abuse than the other counselors," she said wryly.




Uncomplicated Ch. 03



Chase's eyes were focused on the other side of the glass, his mouth making an 'O' shape. His eyebrows were raised as though trying to communicate. The bonobo staring back at him was waiting on him to do something interesting. He eventually decided the human was boring, and moved to the other end of the primate house.

"You've not made any friends today," Molly observed, handing him a slushie.

"I don't get it; I'm usually quite charming."

"Must be a male," she suggested. Molly took her brother's hand and led him toward the next exhibit. They were having a wonderful day together, spending quality time outside the house, away from their parents' prying eyes. It felt like a date. They had spent the whole day at the zoo holding hands and flirting like boyfriends and girlfriends do.

The sun shown down brightly from the cloudless sky. Molly loved the sights and sounds and smells of the zoo, ever since she was a little girl. "My legs are tired," she announced as they passed by a cluster of umbrella shaded tables. They picked an empty one and sat down to enjoy their slushies. "Do you think Mom and Dad have noticed anything?" she asked, changing the tone of their conversation back to reality for a moment.

"I don't know. We are definitely spending more time together than we ever had before. Mom should be happy for us," he mused. "She told me she wished you could find a boyfriend like your brother."

"When did she tell you that?"

"On our date."

"Right, your date," Molly remembered. "So, what exactly did you do on your 'date?'" she asked, making air-quotes with her fingers.

"We went out for dinner to Lindy's. Mom wore the slender black dress that is Dad's favorite. She looked like a cougar," he chuckled.

"Oh, shit, I know that dress! She wore that on a date with Will and Sara once. No woman her age should have the ability to look that fucking sexy. Jesus, Chase! Was she trying to seduce you?"

"God, she is sexy. I know she's our mother, but I have to just admit it. All my friends were right."

"All your friends are crass dirt bags. None of them would deserve her," she said loftily.

"True. So, anyway, while you and Dad were gone, we spent every evening having dinner together, and every evening the subject of love and romance came up in one form or another. That was how I pried their secret life with Will and Sara out of her. That was also how the subjects of your love life and mine came up. I have to be careful talking frankly with Mom, she makes it so easy to open up. You know how she is."

"Yes," Molly agreed. "I've told her things that I won't even tell Tisha. Afterward, I would be like, 'Damn, did I just tell my mom that?'"

Chase laughed and took another sip of his slushie. It tasted good on a warm sunny day.

"Love was in the air that week, or maybe it was just in my head, but we had fun pretending we were on a romantic date. To answer your question, no, she wasn't trying to seduce me, but she was doing a good job of it anyway."

"Chase! Were you smitten with Mom?"

"Maybe just a little. Can you blame me?"

She understood completely. She'd seen men charmed by her mother countless times. It was just who she was. She chastened him anyway. "You should be ashamed of yourself, eyeing your mother like that!"

"Right, because being in love with your sister is far more acceptable."

"Are you in love with me?" she asked sweetly.

"I think I've made that abundantly clear," he said matter-of-factly, like a nerd.

"Tell me," she said, pushing out her lower lip in a Marilyn Monroe pout.

Chase leaned in and kissed her. "You ask me if there'll come a time when I grow tired of you. Never, my love."

Molly laughed. "Stop! Isn't that a song? You're such a dork!" He was unbelievably cute when he was being cheesy.

Molly knew their relationship was unorthodox, and that was partly why it was so exciting, but she saw her feelings for Chase as purely natural. She didn't want to keep it a secret from their parents any longer. Two people that understood love as deeply as their parents did would certainly be able to accept the beauty of their romantic sibling affection, wouldn't they? She desperately wanted them to. She wanted them to know their love.

"Let's tell Mom," she said, impulsively.

"Tell her what, about us?"

"Yeah. I think she'll get it."

"Do you have rocks in your head? She'll blow a gasket!" Chase was incredulous.

"I don't know, Chase. She has love in her heart; you know that. I think she could see past the taboo and the societal inhibitions and see us for what we are."

"That's a nice thought," he said condescendingly.

Molly let out a sigh as Chase's words dragged her back to reality. Her thoughts drifted for a moment to the night of love she witnessed between her parents and the spontaneous lovemaking with Chase that it inspired. It was one of the most beautiful and gratifying encounters she'd ever had, even if it was somewhat deviant. Seeing her parents make love was an eye-opening experience. They had the most loving sex imaginable, and after watching them, there was no question in her mind they were perfect lovers.

She understood why they shared their love with others. It was about giving love as much as it was taking—partly to satisfy their own carnal desires, and partly for the gratification of providing someone else a beautiful loving experience. Will and Sara were currently the two luckiest people on earth, she thought. But they were abusing their love. They were no longer worthy of Kathleen and Jon's gift.

"How do you feel about Mom and Dad's relationship with Will and Sara?" Molly asked.

Chase sighed. "You know what I think? I think they don't deserve Jon and Kathleen."

"I know!" Molly agreed. "The more details I hear about what Will and Sara want from them, the less I like it. I don't want them to be with anyone that doesn't love them."

"What can we do? Tell them to break up?"

"Pfft," Molly responded haughtily. "Why not?"

"Well, it's not exactly out in the open quite yet. We need to broach the subject delicately with them. Let me think about it."

Chase took Molly's hand again and they walked over to the aquarium building to cool off for a while.

~ ~ ~

Kathleen busied herself in the kitchen, making dinner. Her whole family would be home for dinner tonight. They hadn't had many family dinners since Molly and Jon both got back from their trips a couple weeks ago.

She had been mulling over confronting Molly and Chase about the underwear she found in their hampers. She wanted to believe it was just a coincidence, Chase's boxers being in with Molly's laundry and Molly's panties in with Chase's. But they had also been acting strange lately—strangely friendly. They seemed to actually want to be in each other's company. Today was a perfect example, the two of them spending the day together at the zoo.

Kathleen's heart was glad that her kids were getting along and seemed to actually like each other, but this wasn't the status quo for them. She pondered the possibility that they were romantically involved. It was a ridiculous notion. They were close, Kathleen thought, but be reasonable! They hate as much as they love each other. They're brother and sister!

She heard Chase's car pull up in the driveway and the two got out to come in the house. "Hi, Mom," greeted Molly. "Smells good, what's for dinner?"

"Potato soup," Kathleen replied. "Needs to cook for a while. So, did you two have fun today?"

"Yeah," said Chase. "It's changed a lot since I was there last."

"You two seem to be getting very close lately. Aren't you just about sick of each other?"

They both shrugged. "Why would we be sick of each other?" Molly asked, as if surprised by the question.

"Oh, I just figured you two would want to spend more time with your friends, or go out on dates or something," she observed, fishing for some feedback.

"No prospects for a date right now," Chase commented. Molly shook her head in solidarity.

"Oh, I can't believe neither of you have any prospects! Beautiful, funny, charming kids like you? C'mon!" Kathleen said with a sly smile. "Chase, what about your mystery girl?"

Chase didn't answer. Molly was bursting to tell her. She knew Chase thought it would be a mistake, but she wanted to believe he was wrong. But, she held her tongue.

"Sit down, you two," Kathleen directed. They obeyed their mother and sat next to each other at the kitchen bar. Kathleen stood on the other side, as though a prosecutor, and continued her examination. She looked at Molly, then back at Chase, waiting for one of them to volunteer some information. Neither of them spoke. She had an ace in the hole, and she finally pulled it out.

"Look, I have a question to ask both of you, and I want you to tell me the truth. Don't be embarrassed; it's me, okay? You know you can talk to me."

She took a breath. She had been building the courage to ask this question for a couple weeks. "What was the deal with your underwear exchange?"

Both her kids got wide eyes at the same time. They weren't expecting that. They looked at each other and burst out laughing. Kathleen smiled at them, still waiting on the answer.

Molly clenched her teeth in an embarrassed smile. Their mother was hot on their trail. The jig was up and it was time to talk.

"Okay, you need to sit down," Molly advised. Kathleen grabbed a bar stool and sat across from them. Molly's dramatic opening statement had her worried. Chase was worried as well, but let his sister continue.

"Chase and I made a discovery a few weeks ago," Molly began. "There was a wonderful secret between us that neither of us completely understood until we were forced to talk about it."

"What did you discover?" Kathleen asked, intrigued.

"That we love each other," Chase chimed in. His nerves were rattled, but saying it out loud to his mother was a liberating experience.

"You love each other," Kathleen repeated. "That's good. Siblings are supposed to love each other."

"No, Mom. We love each other," Molly said.

Kathleen looked at her for a moment. "As in, love-love?"

"We're in love," Molly stated simply.

Kathleen felt her legs get shaky and was glad she had followed Molly's advice to sit down.

"Baby, what makes you think that?" she asked, trying not to sound too condescending.

"Mom, I know you have an open mind, but you're going to have to open it up all the way for this." Molly took a deep breath. "I've dated a lot of guys. I've seen some good ones and I've seen some bad ones—mostly bad ones," she admitted. "Chase is one of the good ones; you know that. But he's even more than that. He's the most loving, caring, sweetest, kindest, most beautiful guy I've ever been with."

"I know that sweetie, but he's your...what do you mean 'been with?'" Kathleen asked, then immediately regretted posing the question.

Chase and Molly looked at each other seriously before turning their gazes back to their mother.

Kathleen covered her mouth and her eyes grew wide. "Oh, you're not saying...you didn't...I...What are you saying?" Kathleen milked out every last drop of denial she had in her.

Molly nodded at her mother with a respectfully slight reassuring smile. "We...did," she said slowly, watching her mother's eyes carefully.

A long silence followed while Kathleen attempted to re-order her shuffled deck. The clues she had noticed here and there were now sharply contrasted against the now-blurred reality of her family relationships. She needed to understand. She needed to get her head around the events that led up to this. She held off judgment for now; she could exert her authority any time she chose. Right now she wanted questions answered.

"You're both so beautiful and bright. You could have anybody. Why each other?"

"You answered your own question," Chase pointed out. Molly put her hand on his to silence him.

"What he means is, when we think about having anybody, we think about each other," Molly said.

"But, how can you be in love? What secret?"

Molly explained in detail about receiving the anonymous letter from her secret admirer, and how it was recently revealed that Chase had written the letter, not as an admirer, but as an enamored, concerned brother.

"The real secret, it turns out, is that I really was her secret admirer," Chase concluded. "I just didn't realize it at the time."

"We've always loved each other, Mom. We just needed the fog to lift in order to see it. Sometimes what you really want is right in front of you." Molly desperately wanted to reach her, but could see by her eyes that Kathleen wasn't convinced this was real.

Kathleen grabbed both their hands and brought them together between her own. "Listen to me," she began. "It's good that you love each other. Believe me, it warms my heart to know you do. But you're young; you have...urges. It's important not to confuse the sibling affection you have for each other with the lust induced by raging hormones."

"Mom," Molly eyed her mother seriously. "We're both adults. We know the difference."

"I just don't think you have the perspective yet to know what a real romantic relationship is all about."

The comment incensed Molly. If there was one thing she had, it was perspective. "Jesus, Mom! Have you noticed the dickheads I've been out with? I was beginning to think that men had no other emotions besides lust. If it weren't for Chase, I'd still be thinking I was a worthless slut!"

Molly took her hand back and wiped her eyes. Kathleen glanced at Chase. He looked down at the counter, trying to secretly blink back tears. It became apparent that there was something there between them. She still didn't fully understand it, but she knew it transcended normal sibling affection. Kathleen's head was spinning; she couldn't make sense of it. She felt like the more she said, the more she would push her kids away. She needed to gain her own perspective.

She reached out and touched the cheeks of both her kids and brought their heads to hers. She kissed Chase on the lips, followed by Molly. "You know I love you. I'll always love you. We'll talk more."

Kathleen got up and stirred the soup before she left the kitchen. Molly sniffled and looked at Chase. "Well, that could have gone better," she said.

"Be patient. This was a shock." Chase hoped his mother would somehow be able to find some kind of acceptance, even if it was a reluctant acceptance. The thought of creating an emotional distance from his mom was a pain too overwhelming to think about.

Jon made it home from work to find Kathleen setting the table for dinner. "Smells good, honey. Potato soup?"

Kathleen nodded, giving him a kiss. Her greeting kiss was longer than usual and was followed by a tight hug. "It's good to see you too, babe," he said with a slight laugh in his voice. "Where are the kids?"

"Oh, they're around. Get comfy; it's ready. Dinner!" she shouted to the house.

"Well, what did you two do today?" he asked, looking at Molly as they sat down.

"Chase and I went to the zoo."

"Oh, really? Was it fun?"

Molly nodded.

"You two have been really enjoying each other's company, haven't you?"

They both nodded. It was becoming an annoying theme.

They all dug in, doing much more eating than talking. The dinner table was usually a lively place, with stories and opinions flying across the table almost constantly. But tonight the family was subdued. The silence didn't go unnoticed by Jon. Something seemed amiss, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"Everything okay?" he asked to nobody in particular.

Kathleen shot Molly a glance, shaking her head almost imperceptibly, imploring her not to bring it up. "Everything's fine, Daddy," Molly said, obeying her mother and delaying the inevitable confrontation. "How was work?"

"Eh, easy day. I'll be happy when Joe gets promoted to regional manager and gets out of my hair." The conversation lingered on Jon's office politics before Kathleen finally began clearing the table, prompting everybody to go off to do their evening thing.

Kathleen was anxious to talk to Jon. She was feeling very lonely right now with her new-found knowledge and needed to get this out in the open with him. She hoped he wouldn't fly off the handle, but he needed to know.

The evening was getting late and Molly and Chase had settled into their rooms for the night. They had been pushing the envelope lately with their middle-of-the-night trysts and both of them felt this was a good night to chill. Jon was in the master walk-in closet getting changed. Kathleen decided it was a good time to talk.

"So, what's all the silence about?" he asked Kathleen as she came into the closet.

Kathleen gave a sigh. "It's the kids."

"What about them?"

"You're not going to believe this," she said, turning around and walking into the bedroom. She sat down on the bed as Jon followed her into the room. "You're really not going to believe this."

Jon looked at her expectantly. "Chase and Molly...have developed..." she thought about her words. "...a new relationship."

"I noticed they've been friendly with each other lately, but—"

"They're more than just friends," she said cryptically.

"What does that mean?"

She paused. She couldn't' believe they were even having this conversation.

"Kathleen?" he implored.

"They told me they're in love."

Jon burst out laughing. Kathleen maintained a hard look until Jon's laughter faded.

"What does that mean?" he was serious now. "In love? How can they be in love?"

"They've had some kind of epiphany and now they can't get enough of each other."

"Well, that sounds kind of sweet."

"You don't understand." Kathleen mustered the courage to drop the bomb. "They had sex."

"What?" Jon sat down on the bed next to Kathleen and put his head in his hands. "What?" he repeated, without looking up. "How did this happen?"

Kathleen shrugged. "I thought I was in their business enough that I would know what they were up to. This came from left field. Something about a letter Chase wrote that revealed his true feelings for Molly, and she fell in love with him," she said, nonchalantly waving her hands in the air.

Jon sat quietly for a moment. "And how long has this been going on?"

"I don't know for sure—probably a few weeks."

"Wow. Right under our noses. And here I had been happy that they were getting along so well!"

"Me too!" Kathleen replied. "I can't remember the last time Molly was so contented. I thought they had both found new relationships they weren't ready to talk about yet. I never would have guessed they were with each other."

Jon's analytical mind went into high gear, assessing the situation and weighing the options. Plan A would be to forbid this relationship from continuing. It was wrong, it had no future and they could cause damage to the whole family. He nearly resolved right then and there to go down the hall and bring their lustful young minds to the light of reality. But, Jon rarely acted on impulse.

He considered how Molly would react if they could somehow disallow their relationship to go on. She had a bad track record with men, and whenever her parents tried to intervene, the situation always worsened. She did what she pleased in spite of her parents' insistence. Letting it play out might be the best solution. It's not like they were a bad influence on each other. Perhaps it would run its course.

Neither option was particularly enticing to Jon. He tested the passive approach with Kathleen.

"Well, at least Molly's not dating an asshole," he pointed out.

"Jon! Your children are engaging in incest!"

Jon shrugged his shoulders. "What are we going to do, tell them to stop?"

"Well, what else would we do?" she asked, rhetorically in a grumbling voice.

"You know what happens when you try to direct Molly's love life. Remember that shithead Billy? She went out with him at least two more weeks after we forbade her to see him, just for spite. Lucky she didn't end up pregnant with a black eye."




Uncomplicated Ch. 03



"It's just so wrong, Jon."

"Well, I can't say I've ever heard of it being a good idea. But, think about how Chase treats his girlfriends."

"He's a good boy. Oh, Jesus! I even told him that I wished Molly could find a boyfriend like him!"

"Does she deserve a boyfriend like him?" he asked.

"Of course she does!" Kathleen spouted. "Wait, what did you just do?" She felt like Jon coerced her into agreeing with him.

Jon laughed. "I'm just saying Molly's done a hell of a lot worse. My heart has been broken more times than I can count."

"You and me both," she agreed.

"Think of it this way: At the very least, Molly will learn from Chase how she ought to be treated. He has love in his heart, Kath. You know he'll never hurt his sister."

"So, you're saying let them be?"

"I'm saying forcing them apart will force them away from us. We don't have to encourage this, but denying them each other could be devastating."

Kathleen began to weep at the thought. She wanted them closer, not further away. Jon was making sense. She would have to relent for now or risk damaging the most important relationships she had.

Jon kissed her cheek, holding her head in his hand. Kathleen hugged his neck, reaching all the way around him to dry her eyes with her fingers. Jon went back to the closet to finish getting changed.

Kathleen lay down on the bed for a while to mull it over. There was one thing she had to admit: She had no problem understanding what Molly saw in Chase. He was beautiful to the core. She herself had even admitted to him that she would be all over him if he wasn't her son.

She was at least able to find some comfort in the fact that they were good for each other. Molly deserved someone who treated her right for a change. It would break Kathleen's heart to deny her that. Molly and Chase had been there for each other through much heartache. Their love certainly had a strong foundation. She still wasn't able to accept that their relationship was now romantic, but at least she understood why.

Her heart compelled her to go talk to her kids some more. She walked down to Molly's room and gave a considerate knock before walking in. Molly was lying on her bed with her laptop. "Hi, baby," she greeted her daughter.

"Hi," Molly responded, not knowing what her mom was going to do. Kathleen sat down on the bed and looked at her daughter.

"I told your dad."

Molly looked at her anxious eyes and awaited her sentencing. "Is he mad?"

"Um, well...no, as a matter of fact, he isn't."

Molly closed her laptop. Her concerned expression turned to intrigue. "What did he say?"

"He said not to force you and Chase apart."

Relief washed over Molly. Her dad was the one that understood? Her bizarre family continued to amaze her.

"That doesn't mean he condones what you're doing," she continued, tempering her good news with reality. "But we talked it over and decided that you and Chase are capable of making your own decisions and are responsible for the consequences."

It was a left-handed blessing, for sure, but Molly readily accepted it. She hugged her mom as tight as she could. "I love you so much, Mom."

"I love you too, baby, but sometimes you're a trial." Kathleen glanced at the picture on the dresser mirror that Alicia had drawn. "Love is not complicated," she read. "Is that you?"

Molly nodded.

"It's very pretty! Who drew it?"

"Alicia."

"How would she know—"

"She doesn't," Molly interrupted. "She just knows I'm dealing with a complicated love situation."

Kathleen admired the picture for a moment, her eyes a little misty.

She looked her beautiful daughter over. She couldn't understand how she ever took abuse from any man. She could wield power with that body, yet she consistently fell victim to single-minded men.

"What?" asked Molly, feeling her mother's eyes on her.

"Oh, just admiring your feminine grace. You do know you're stunningly beautiful don't you?"

"Not as beautiful as you," Molly said, admiringly.

"Oh, yes you are. I have to work at it; you're natural. And you're smarter, too. Never underestimate your worth, honey. Any man is lucky to have you in his life, even Chase."

"Okay, Mom." Molly took her earnest compliments with a grain of salt. She was her mother, after all. "I'm the one who's lucky. Chase is...amazing."

"Can I read the letter?" Kathleen was dying to peer into the heart of her son.

"Of course!" Molly went over to her dresser. Rummaging around in the bottom of a drawer, she finally produced the letter and handed it to her mom. Kathleen read it carefully:

My Dearest Molly,

Few things in this world are worthy of my constant attention and unending adoration, and you, my beautiful friend, are at the top of the list. Had I known how difficult it would be to approach such an amazing girl like you, I would never have allowed myself to become smitten with you. But, alas! I have.

You know me. We see each other frequently. We talk, we joke, we are friends. But, you don't know me like I wish you did. My feelings for you run much deeper than just being friends. You are the first and last thing I think of every day. You are the first person I want to tell if something good happens—or bad. If you were to have the same feelings for me, my life would be complete. But I'm sure you don't. I don't think it's because I'm unattractive. I don't think it's because I'm unintelligent. I don't even think it's because you don't find me charming. The reason you and I are not madly in love with each other is I'm simply not your type.

Your boyfriends are sexy, drive cool cars and think you are the hottest babe they've ever hooked up with. All good things, right? But what's missing, Molly? Have you ever felt loved? Have you ever known in your heart that your needs would be put ahead of his own, because he loves you? Did you ever believe that someone would want to be with you even if you weren't heart-meltingly beautiful—even if your breasts weren't those of an angel, or your beautiful hips didn't form the most graceful feminine curves ever drawn?

This is where your boyfriends fall short and I stand tall. I love you. I've loved you for nearly as long as I've known you. I will love you until I no longer walk this earth.

So this brings us to the burning question: Why don't I reveal myself to you? It's simple. Telling you these things in person would likely irreparably damage our relationship. You would never think the same of me. Our friendship would dissolve. We would drift apart. I can't have that.

So, what I want for you is the next best thing: I want you to be in love with somebody who loves you back the same way. I want you to be with somebody who knows the real you, and loves you anyway. You deserve to be loved, Molly. I want you to do something for me. Every new date you find yourself on, ask yourself this question: Could this guy have written such a letter to me? Could he love me that much? If the answer is 'no,' find someone else. Move on, because you will eventually find such a man. He is out there. Settle for nothing less. And who knows? If I'm fortunate enough to be the one you decide is worthy, then we will have both found unending happiness.

With sincerest love,

Your Secret Admirer

Kathleen dropped her hand to her lap, still clutching the letter, wiping her eyes with her other hand. "Oh my God, Molly! Chase wrote this?"

Molly nodded, her eyes growing misty just thinking about the words. She'd memorized the whole letter.

"How long has he felt this way about you?"

"Long time," Molly replied with a shrug. "You see why I'm hopelessly attracted to him?"

Kathleen took her hand. "I know, baby. He's a lover at heart."

"He's a wonderful lover," Molly said, slightly dipping into the topic of sex.

Kathleen smiled at her daughter. She wanted to know what happened between them, but it was still too awkward. Still, she couldn't help asking for a taste.

"So, is he..." Kathleen began, but ended with an embarrassed smile.

"Is he what?" Molly prodded, refusing to ease her anxiety.

"Oh, come on! You know, is he..." Ashamed, Kathleen felt her face turning red.

"Is he good?" Molly finally assisted with a smile.

Kathleen nodded sheepishly.

"Mom, he has the power to part the seas. Sometimes I'm not even myself when I'm with him."

"Oh my God," Kathleen said under her breath. "He sounds like your dad."

Molly let out an uncontrolled giggle. She felt like she had a pretty good grasp on what kind of lover her dad was too, after secretly watching them make love. They were lucky women.

"While we're on the subject of each other's' love lives," said Molly, " I have something to say to you."

"Okay?" replied Kathleen, unable to predict where she was going.

"It's about Will and Sara. Chase and I had a hunch you and Dad were closer with them than you let on. And he said he found out from you that it's true."

Kathleen looked down and smiled with embarrassment. She had wondered whether Chase would tell Molly about that. In light of their current relationship status, how could he not? She nodded to Molly.

"Mom, this is none of my business, but I think you could do better than Will and Sara."

"Ha!" Kathleen screamed out a solitary laugh. She was expecting be chastened by her daughter for her liberal lifestyle, but instead she was being scrutinized on her choice of partners.

"Chase told me about the strange sexual favors they want, and how everything you do with them now is deviant." Molly continued. "It sounds to me like you're being used. You two should be with someone who loves you—someone worthy of your love."

"Molly, we've known Will and Sara a long time. We've gotten to know their quirks pretty well. I've come to...expect it, I guess, for lack of a better word."

"I'm not judging; it's just an outsider's perspective. I want you to be happy."

"I'll take it into consideration," she said, her embarrassed smile still plastered on her face. "I need to go talk to your brother. Love you."

"Love you, Mom."

Kathleen knocked on Chase's door and waited. She was a little more apprehensive about barging into his room than she was Molly's. "Yeah?" Chase said from within. Kathleen walked in. Chase took off the headphones he was listening to and sat up on the bed.

Kathleen sat down next to her son and looked at him thoughtfully. "I've just had two heavy conversations, and now I'm here to have a third."

"Oh boy," Chase replied, preparing himself for the cold hand of justice.

"Look, you two are adults and are responsible for your actions. I hope you are considering what this can do to you both emotionally. Your sister seems tough, but she's fragile."

"She's been abused on the inside, Mom. I know how fragile she is. It's partly why I love her so much."

"She's been so unlucky, Chase. I worry about her self esteem."

"I want her heart to be safe, and her self-esteem to be high, but you and I both know Molly's self esteem hangs by a thread. She needs loved. You know I'll never hurt her."

Kathleen couldn't counter a single thing he said. There was almost no point in even having the conversation; Kathleen knew his heart already. There was no need to be concerned whether Chase was aware of the gravity of their situation. He had a better grasp on it than any of them. She felt herself losing her resolve to impose her will on them. Perhaps Jon was right about Chase's ability to nurture their relationship.

Kathleen marveled at her son's penchant for compassion. His caring empathy belied his age. She knew he was right about Molly and had no doubt he cared for her deeply. Kathleen was overcome by a sudden wave of affection for Chase and hugged him tightly.

"I love you so much, baby," she whispered in his ear.

"I'll never love anyone more than I love you and Molly," Chase said to her. Kathleen melted in his arms, trying to keep from weeping. She thought to herself, if this is what Molly feels like when she's with Chase, then she's at his mercy. It was a good thing Chase's heart was pure, because he had control over hers.

His mother's slender body felt good pressed against his. Chase suddenly felt strangely jealous of Kathleen's relationship with her swinging partner. He nuzzled her neck with his nose and kissed her under the ear. Chase spoke on impulse. "Mom, I don't want you to see Will anymore."

Kathleen brought her face to his, touching noses and looking through his eyes. She gently nodded her head. "Okay," she said.

Chase felt a twinge of guilt for imposing such an intimate request on her, especially in light of her generous acquiescence of his relationship with Molly. He had intended to be a little more subtle about it. Still, he felt relief at having said it.

It was the flutter in Kathleen's heart that led her to oblige Chase's demand so quickly. She no longer had a desire to be with Will and Sara. Their companionship seemed less meaningful than it once was, as though a bright light had suddenly swept over a shiny carnival game, revealing the dingy reality hidden behind the shimmering facade. Overcome by a passionate impulse, she tilted her head and gave Chase a tender, long, loving kiss on the lips—a kiss transcending a mother's normal love for her son, a kiss that begged to continue, but couldn't. She touched her forehead to his and collected her wits.

"Goodnight, baby," she finally said, weakly.

"Goodnight, Mom," he replied. Kathleen walked out of the room and shut the door. In the hallway, she stood for a moment, putting her hands on opposite walls to steady herself. She concentrated on breathing rhythmically, keeping her knees directly under her. She felt lucky to have made it to the hallway before her legs gave out. She didn't want Chase to see the effect he had on her.

~ ~ ~

Molly awoke the next morning with joy in her heart. Their secret was out and the world was in fact, still turning. She could hear her dad in the kitchen fixing breakfast for himself before he left for work. There wasn't much time this morning, but she felt like she needed to acknowledge his faithful concession of their new-found love.

She walked down the hall and found her dad standing in the kitchen by himself, eating toast. She smiled sheepishly at him in her nightshirt, her fingertips touching nervously in front of her. Jon smiled, drooping his head down toward his plate. He looked back up at his glowingly beautiful daughter. She said nothing as she tentatively approached him and slipped her arms around his waist, laying her head on his chest. Jon hugged her back.

"I'm sorry for making things complicated, Daddy."

"I love you, pumpkin. I hope you know what you're doing," he said, kissing the top of her head. Her hair smelled clean.

Molly put a palm on his chest, keeping her ear over his heart. "I don't," she said honestly. "But, it feels right. I've had a lot of boyfriends. Nobody has ever made me feel like Chase does."

"Molly, your boyfriends have broken my heart more times than I ever thought it could tolerate."

"Your heart?" she said with surprise.

"Of course! Every time you have a breakup, or get mistreated, or bring home a new guy I know is bad for you, a little part of me dies."

Molly hadn't really considered her dad's emotional involvement with her love life. He seemed pretty thick-skinned and distant from her affairs. She immediately regretted any sleepless nights she had caused him. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I know I've not made the best decisions."

"There's no need to apologize, honey. It's not about me. It's just that..." Jon's voice trailed off. Feeling his daughter's soft feminine figure pressed against his, he couldn't imagine any man ever showing anything but love and kindness to her. He swallowed hard, trying to put out of his mind any thoughts of Molly being mistreated or used. "I love you so much," he finally said.

Molly heard her father's heart beat faster in her ear. She hugged him tighter, thinking back a couple weeks ago when she and Chase spied on their parents making love. The gentle, loving touch he had shown their mother with his hands was indicative of the gentle nature of his heart.

"Run your fingers through my hair?" she asked of him. She just wanted to feel his fingers stroke her hair over her ears, just like what her mother felt that night during an extremely intimate moment.

Jon eagerly obliged, caressing the side of her head, gently pulling her hair back, brushing loose strands over her ear, smelling her hair as he did it. Molly suddenly felt the comfort and safety that she had experienced as a young girl, sleeping on her daddy's chest, his hands gently rubbing her head, her thoughts anywhere other than worrying about boys. She hadn't felt that way for a long time, and wondered how she had gotten used to not being physically close to her dad any more. She decided she was going to change that.

Jon began to lose track of time, standing in that blissful embrace, with his nineteen-year-old daughter pressed against him. It felt really good to be this close to Molly. He hoped she would continue to want his comfort. He glanced at the clock and noticed he was late. "I've got to go, sweetie."

"I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, pumpkin. We'll talk more, okay?"

"I'd like that."

~ ~ ~

Jon sat in his office thinking about what to do for lunch. It was looking like another dull meal at his desk from the company cafeteria when Kathleen called.

"Hey, hon," she greeted cheerfully. "Are you free for lunch?"

"You must have heard my thoughts; I was just wondering what to do."

"Great, how about Sami's?"

"See you in fifteen?"

"Okay."

The cool morning had not yet given way to the afternoon heat and they chose a table for two on the patio. Jon was eager to talk about the kids.

"Are you still okay with letting this play out?" Jon asked his wife.

Kathleen nodded. After talking with both of them last night, she was sure parental interjection would cause more harm than good.

"I talked with Molly this morning before I left," he said. "She's so beautiful, Kathleen. My heart is sickened every time I think of the way she's been denied happiness in love. She has profoundly changed recently. I felt closer to her this morning than I have in years."

"I've noticed it too. It's good to see her happy." Kathleen understood well the source of Molly's recent Joy. She thought of how she felt whenever she was in an intimate situation with Chase. The change in her pulse, the flush feeling, the weak knees. "Chase has a strong influence on her," she said.

"I know; he seems to have a way with women, doesn't he?"

"You have no idea. Well, I suppose you have some idea; he inherited it from you! He has some kind of gift, Jon," she said with a laugh. "His subtle looks and touches have a hypnotizing effect, and he doesn't even know it. I get weak knees around him and I'm his mother!"

Jon laughed. "Kathleen! Are you smitten with your own son?"

Kathleen giggled, a little embarrassed. "We have two remarkably attractive kids, Jon. It's no wonder they can't keep their hands off each other." Kathleen sat thoughtfully. "We need to be close to them—even more than before. I believe this is going to be healing for Molly, but I think they are going to need a safety net."

"I don't know how we can protect them without totally getting up in their business."

"You're right," she said with a sigh. "This is going to be difficult."

The waiter came to take their lunch orders. Kathleen had so much on her mind she could barely think about eating.

She had avoided talking to Jon last night about their kids' requests that they break off sexual relations with Will and Sara. The night had already been full of emotional discussions and revelation about Chase and Molly's new relationship, and there simply was no room in her heart to discuss this too. But now she was ready to bring it up. She had felt for a long time that they needed a change, but maintaining the status quo had been the easy option for them. Breaking up was going to hurt. The two couples had become close, and remaining friends after ending their sexual encounters would no doubt be awkward. The best solution would be just to not see them anymore. She desperately wanted to hear what Jon thought.




Uncomplicated Ch. 03



"There's something else I wanted to talk with you about," she said, playing with her fork. "The kids know about our extramarital relationships."

Jon nearly spilled his water down the front of him. He set the glass back down carefully and cleared his throat. "And how do they know about that?"

"Well, I told you Chase and I got close when you two were gone. He had noticed the signs and he confronted me with it over dinner one night. I just couldn't keep it from him."

Jon laughed, rubbing the wet spot on his shirt.

"He was really wanting details, Jon. Like the things we do, and whether we feel jealous or not."

"Jealous! That's funny," he interjected.

"And I ended up confiding in him some of the stuff that we do, including the deviant sexual activities that Will and Sara have been wanting. So, he told all of this to Molly."

"Okay, so what do our kids think of us sharing our love?" he asked.

"Neither of them seem have a problem with the swinging itself, but last night, both of them individually suggested that we break up with Will and Sara."

Jon sat thoughtfully for a moment. "What do you think?" he asked her.

"I feel like it's time for a change, but I don't see any way out of it without some broken hearts."

"I agree." Jon sighed loudly through his nose. "There was a time when I thought we would be with them forever; everything just fit together so well with them."

"Yeah, I don't know when things started to turn weird. We've definitely gotten ourselves into a rut," she said.

"Rut is a good word," Jon agreed. "The excitement has withered away and I'm often left wondering why we're doing it."

Kathleen got a tear in her eye, thinking about old times. "I'm going to miss them."

Jon took her hand to comfort her. "Okay, so I guess we're in agreement that we need to end it. How do we do it?"

"We've got tennis with them this weekend. Let's talk to them then. I think we need to sever social ties with them too, at least for now. It just wouldn't be the same." Kathleen squeezed Jon's hand. "It will be okay," she said reassuringly.

A somber mood presided over lunch as they ate quietly. Before parting for the afternoon, Kathleen and Jon embraced in the parking lot, their hearts already breaking at what they had to do. They were feeling very close at that moment, if even a little lonely together in their unique situation. Relationships with the people they loved most were changing rapidly. They were thankful for the one thing constant in their lives right now, each other.

~ ~ ~

Molly peeked out the window of the laundry room to see Chase working in the garden. It hadn't been weeded in a week or so and he was pulling new sprouts. She stood for a few minutes, watching his shirtless form bend over in his athletic shorts and flip-flops, grabbing here and there. She leaned into the counter and pressed her lower body onto the edge, gently stimulating herself. She had done this before while watching Chase wash his car, his sexy body sweating in the sun. But back then she couldn't act on her feelings and only ended up feeling guilty for looking at her brother. There was no guilt today, only joy.

Kathleen returned home from lunch and saw Chase working in the garden. She sat for a second with the car still running and watched him. He's such a good boy, she thought. She knew he did the unenviable chore of weeding the garden solely for her. The more he did, the less she had to.

Kathleen was still feeling emotional after her lunch with Jon. She knew she would find some comfort talking to Chase. She got out of the car and walked out to the garden.

"Baby, I said you didn't have to do that," she called out as she approached.

"I know. I want to."

Molly watched her mother approach Chase, still peering through the window. She saw her reach out her hand and touch his face.

"Thank you for helping me like this," she said. I couldn't ask for a better son."

"Is Dad mad at Molly and me?"

"Well, no, surprisingly," she informed. "In fact, it was his idea to let you figure this out yourselves."

"I've already figured it out, Mom. I love her."

Kathleen looked at her son, simultaneously afraid and happy her kids were bringing each other so much joy. "You know, baby, I have no doubt you do. It just scares me."

"Don't be afraid. Things will turn out okay," he reassured. He didn't really know how, but Chase had a feeling their path led to more happiness. He didn't want his mother to worry.

Molly watched out the window at her mother and brother talking intimately. Her mom was touching Chase's head, drawing him closer. They touched foreheads, still talking. Chase put his arms around his mom and rubbed her back. They finally hugged tightly, with Kathleen's hand on the back of Chase's head, her face buried in his neck.

The slight movements of Kathleen's head on Chase's neck correctly gave the impression to Molly that she was kissing him. She brought her nose to his and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. They looked at each other and kissed again, this time longer.

"Oh, my God," Molly said under her breath. She leaned harder into the counter. What she was witnessing was clearly strong physical affection between her mother and her brother. With her senses on fire and her heart racing, Molly waited for their next move while they held each other a while longer, looking at each other intently, and talking. At length, Kathleen gave Chase one more kiss on the lips before she broke their embrace and headed for the house.

Molly watched in a daze as Chase resumed pulling weeds. Hearing her mom come in through the garage, she finally snapped out of her hypnotic state and quietly walked out the back door toward the garden. She grabbed Chase's hand and quickly pulled him around to the back of the shed next to the woods, out of the view of the house.

Molly said nothing as she dropped her shorts and panties to the ground. She did the same to Chase as she stepped out of her clothes. She put a hand on his naked ass and drew his body into her, his flaccid penis beginning to grow as it rubbed into her pubic hair. She was overcome by desire for her beautiful brother, catalyzed by the loving affection her mom had just shown him.

Molly lay back on the soft grass, pulling her stunned, naked brother by the neck on top of her. He was unaware why the mood had taken Molly right at this moment, but he wasn't going to deny her what she obviously needed. He kissed her as he worked his hard cock into her. Little by little, until Molly's juices began flowing at full capacity, slickening his member as it finally achieved penetration of its full length inside Molly's young pussy.

Molly had never gone from non-arousal to having her swollen womb filled in so short a time. It was one of the benefits of being loving siblings—your lover is always around. She gazed at his face as he fucked her smoothly, up on his hands. Molly lifted her knees up high without looking away from his blue-gray eyes, making her sexy body as comfortable as possible for Chase to thrust into.

Chase loved Molly's spontaneity, even though she made him nervous sometimes. The air was dead calm between the shed and the woods and the sound of his large cock spreading open and sliding through her slick canal was like music to their ears. He gazed at the pretty girl lying on the grass, adoring the humps under her shirt. He decided not to disturb her clothing; she was beautiful enough as-is.

Chase sat back on his knees and continued stroking her, admiring her pretty vagina in the bright daylight. Her smallish lips were smooth and pale peach color, completely hairless, slightly disappearing as they folded in with each downward thrust. And each time he withdrew, her tiny, pink labia minora clung to Chase's thick, glistening tool, beautifully, futilely struggling to hold him in.

Molly watched Chase's lustful eyes take their sex in. She knew her body did it for him. It pleased her heart that she could please him. She looked down and watched the beautiful penetration with him, his long cock disappearing into her vagina repeatedly.

She pulled him down to her, bringing her mouth to his ear. Molly wrapped her ankles across Chase's ass and held down, persuading him to slow the thrusting to a grind.

"Do you know Mom thinks you're sexy?"

Chase looked at her with a smile. He nodded.

"Do you think she's sexy?"

Chase put his mouth to Molly's ear. "Yes," he whispered back.

"I watched you both through the window. I know she wants you. I saw how she touches you, and the way she looks at you. She wants to make love to you, Chase. Would you make love to her?"

Chase looked at his sister. Her expression was soft, benignly inquisitive. Where was she going with this? He hesitated before nodding slowly.

"Would you show her what an amazing lover you are? I bet you would make her cum like you do me." The thought of Chase being loved by their mother the same way she was loving him was taking Molly's sexual arousal to new heights. It was the oddest fantasy she'd ever had, and probably the most arousing.

Molly released his butt with her ankles and grabbed his buns with both hands, thrusting him in forcefully. "Fuck me hard," she hissed.

Chase thrust harder and faster, their bodies slapping in the open air behind the shed. Molly uttered a long, sustained moan as Chase's hard dick kindled the first spark of an orgasm deep inside her. "Yeeeaaaahhh harder!"

She licked her lips and looked straight into his eyes. "Fuck me like you would Mom," she said softly.

Chase looked at her seriously. What she was saying was startling and arousing him at the same time. He wasn't sure what to make of it; it was fantastically fringe. He finally let her words take over, increasing his excitement, allowing him to have a guilt-free experience of exploring the attraction he felt toward his mother.

"Fuck me like I'm Mom," she repeated. "You know you want to. You love her, Chase. She wants you." Her climax was peaking. "Fuck me, baby!"

Chase let her aberrant behavior take his arousal over the edge, thrusting hard to help Molly over the top as well. Molly calling him 'baby' was all he needed to hear. Chase came inside his sister, pretending she was his mother.

Chase collapsed on her momentarily to gather his wits. As reality set in, his mind began to grasp the weirdness of the little game Molly was playing, her kinky fantasy-by-proxy. An embarrassed giggle escaped from the half-naked girl underneath him. He looked at her with a smile.

"Did you do it?" she asked, smiling.

"Did I do what?"

"Pretend I was Mom!"

Chase rolled his eyes. "Yes! Why did you want that?"

"Oh my God, I don't know! I was spying on you two through the window just before I came out. She was kissing on you and touching you so lovingly. There's so much sexual tension between you two, Chase! The fantasy just came up on me in a rush!"

"Wow, bun! This is heavy."

Chase moved to withdraw from Molly's vagina.

"Nooo!" she protested weakly, grabbing his butt to hold him in. Chase put his weight back on his hips, sliding back deep into Molly's slippery cum-filled pussy.

"Does it bother you that Mom and I have this tension?" he asked.

"No. Well, maybe a little. But it's an unbelievable turn on!"

"Why does it turn you on?"

"It's just the thought of Mom loving you the same way I do! You making love to the woman I love most would just reaffirm our affection. She's not a threat to our love; she's an enhancement, an enabler even. Do you know what I mean? I felt closer to her just now. Isn't that weird?"

"Yes, you're weird."

Molly grabbed his hips and pushed him out. Chase rolled over naked onto the grass.

"Take it back!" she said, twisting his nipple.

"Ow! Okay, I didn't mean it!"

Molly lay her head on his shoulder for a while. "I asked Mom to break up with Will and Sara," she said at length.

Chase opened his eyes and looked at the sky. "So did I."

Molly lifted her head and looked at him with wide eyes. "Do you think they will?"

"I hope so. I don't even like thinking about them anymore."

"I know! After watching the way Dad made love to Mom, I just couldn't bear the thought of either of them being with somebody that didn't love them back."

Chase sat up on his hands. "I feel the exact same way!" They stared at each other, for a moment, both in deep thought. Wheels were turning in both their heads, but they said nothing more.

Molly finally got up and slipped her shorts back on. Chase lay naked on the grass watching her brush the grass and leaves off her back and shake out her hair. She grabbed Chase's one article of clothing and started to walk around the shed toward the house.

"Hey! Where are you going? You can't keep those!"

Molly turned around and held the shorts close to her heart, looking at Chase with puppy dog eyes and sticking out her lower lip in a plead. She finally smiled and threw the balled-up clothing at him. "Get back to work! Who said you could lie around naked!" she scolded before heading for the house.

Chase smiled at his sister's beautiful figure walking away. Molly was continually full of surprises, blurring the line between fantasy and reality. Although she was unpredictable, he had to admit, she made things exciting.

Molly's mind was buzzing with the image of her mother and brother in a loving embrace, gently kissing, almost precursing more intimate physical contact. Considering her relationship with Chase, it should have at least caused some jealousy in her heart. But, her heart right now wasn't feeling jealousy toward her mom. She didn't have a name for it. It certainly wasn't a bad feeling; it was more of an appreciation, a mutual empathy. She was sure her mother felt it for her as well. Chase was clearly a person to be loved. Was there any other way to treat him?

"Where have you been?" Kathleen asked as Molly walked into the kitchen.

"Oh, outside," she said as nonchalantly as she could.

"Oh, I couldn't find you."

"I was out talking to Chase," she said, partially telling the truth.

"In didn't see either of you out there."

"He took a break," Molly said vaguely. "He's been working hard in that garden this summer, hasn't he?"

"I know!" Kathleen said with a smile. "He's such a good boy. I told him he didn't have to do that, but he keeps doing it anyway."

"It's for you. He does it because he loves you."

Kathleen smiled. "I know he does. But my God, Molly, does he ever love you! I don't know what you've done to him, but I've never seen him like this. And this is coming from someone who watches his love life like a hawk."

Molly kissed her mother on the cheek and hugged her tightly. "I love him," Molly said to her mother. "And I know you love him just as much."

Kathleen smiled at Molly. She was pleased to hear Molly acknowledge their similar affection for Chase.

"Chase will always have enough love for both of us," Molly said, kissing her mother once more, this time on the lips. She left her alone in the kitchen.

Kathleen understood at that moment why she had so quickly condoned their relationship. She could feel in her heart why Molly was so attracted to him. But, Kathleen didn't fully understand what Molly would really mean to her relationship with Chase. Nobody did yet.

~ ~ ~

Chase awoke to daylight pouring into his room and footsteps in the hall. His clock said quarter after eight. It was an easy Saturday morning; he wasn't needed at the pool until afternoon. Molly pushed open his door, looking not quite awake. She said nothing as she climbed under the covers and snuggled up against Chase's bare back, laying her head on half his pillow. The comfortable warmth of her brother's bed lulled Molly back to sleep. Chase lay for a while, quietly enjoying the touch of Molly's soft body before he too fell back asleep.

Neither of them moved for another hour, until they heard their parents come into the house, back from their tennis date with Will and Sara. Molly reached around and took Chase's hand while they listened. Jon and Kathleen had been tight-lipped about this date, but the kids had a hunch they were going to drop the bomb on Will and Sara.

"What do you think?" Molly whispered to Chase.

"I can't tell; nobody is talking."

Activity could be heard, but Jon and Kathleen were silent. The sound of keys dropping on the counter, plastic bags rustling, a fridge door closing, and then it all suddenly stopped. Chase and Molly listened carefully to the silence.

"I know," said Kathleen in a subdued voice. "I know," she repeated to Jon's in audible words. Kathleen sniffled. Then, more silence.

Chase looked at Molly for some kind of confirmation. She just shrugged her shoulders.

Household noises finally resumed as Kathleen went about cleaning up the kitchen and Jon headed out to the garage. Molly kissed her brother's neck, smoothing her own hair back over her ear. She allowed her tongue to taste his flesh, moistening his skin. The wet touch of Molly's lips immediately aroused Chase. He reached up and caressed her hair while she loved on him. He wasn't exactly comfortable doing this right now with their parents up and about in the house, but he didn't have the will to stop her.

She worked her way around his chin to his mouth and kissed him deeply. Then, Molly stopped and looked at him with a smile. She got up and headed for the door.

"Tease," Chase said to her back.

Molly snapped her head around toward him with a grin as she walked out of the room.

Jon and Kathleen said very little to their kids all morning. They obviously both had their minds on something else. Chase and Molly each thought it best not to pursue what was on everybody's mind, and just let the tension hold tight for now.

Chase left for the pool shortly after noon. He would be working to close today. Molly spent time in the house, reorganizing her room some and straightening things in the kitchen, waiting for her mother to say something about this morning. Kathleen never moved beyond small talk, and Molly, while disappointed that she wasn't finding out what she wanted, was beginning to get a little concerned about her parents' state of mind. Still, she didn't press.

"I've got some errands to run; do you need anything?" Kathleen asked Molly.

"Maybe just some more hair bands," she replied, wanting to say at least something substantive to her mother.

"Okay. Have a good afternoon, baby," she said, kissing her daughter in the cheek. Kathleen clearly wanted to be alone, otherwise she probably would have asked Molly to come along on a Saturday afternoon.

Molly found herself alone in the house. Jon was outside working in the shed, busy fixing one of its doors, which was off the hinges and laid out on sawhorses. She waited for him to come in, hopefully ready to talk about what was on his mind, but he didn't. Molly finished cleaning her room and decided to just go out and talk to her dad. Maybe what he needed right now was some support.

"Hi, Daddy," she said, walking up to the shed.

Jon turned around, surprised to see her out there. "Hi, sweetie. What are you doing?"

"I just wanted to see if you needed anything."

"I'm good. I'll be better when I get this door fixed," he said, wiping the side of his face with his shoulder.

"How was tennis this morning?"

Jon sighed. "Well, we didn't play much tennis," he said quietly, looking down at the broken door hinge. He looked up and faked a smile at Molly. "I guess you knew about the close relationship your mom and I have had with Will and Sara?"

Molly nodded.

"We ended it today," he said.

"How did it go?" she asked with a concerned voice.

Jon said nothing, but looked down, shaking his head.

"They didn't take it well?" Molly asked.

Jon shook his head.

Molly moved closer and took his hand, rubbing the back of it with her thumb. "Daddy? Do you want to talk to me?"




Uncomplicated Ch. 03



"I knew it would hurt," he said, choking back tears. "Sometimes it's hard to understand how much you love someone until you realize you've hurt them. It was completely unexpected. They were devastated."

Molly wanted to speak the right comforting words to her father, but the bitter taste of guilt grated her tongue. Why had they intruded into their parents' affairs? She had no business persuading her mother to dramatically alter their love life. The world had four more broken hearts in it now because of her selfish meddling.

"I'm so sorry," Molly said as she began to cry, squeezing her dad's hand. She wanted to comfort him, yet her guilty conscience prevented her from expressing any further consolation. In desperation, she pled the case for the breakup. "Daddy, they didn't love you back," she said through the tears.

Jon instinctively hugged Molly. He didn't understand her emotional outpouring, but he needed to comfort her nonetheless. He felt Molly's warm, wet face against his own. Her feminine sweetness drew down his stoic masculine facade, inducing his own tears to flow. He held Molly tight, finally letting a gush of emotion free itself from his manly exterior. The release was immediately cleansing to his soul. He wrapped his arms tighter around his daughter's midsection.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," Molly sobbed. "I asked Mom to break up with them. I never knew it would be so painful. I started all this."

"No, baby, you're right—they didn't love us back." Jon consoled, allowing the tears to flow. "This wasn't your fault. This has been an overdue change. We just were afraid to do it until now."

"I feel like I've really screwed things up for you. Are you mad at me for meddling?"

Jon kissed Molly on the cheek. "I'm not mad at you, baby."

They held each other for a few moments, allowing the tears to subside. Molly's guilt began to ease, thinking about how her father would no longer be used by some other woman. She nuzzled into his neck, maintaining their embrace. "I'm here for you, Daddy," she finally said, and kissed him gently on the neck. "Whatever you need." She kissed him again.

Jon touched the back of her head in response. He couldn't recall Molly ever having kissed him like that before. She didn't even know why she did it. It felt wonderful and taboo at the same time.

Molly felt herself treading on new territory with her dad. She had just done something that obscured the boundary between a daughter expressing love for her father, and inappropriate behavior. She wanted to express her love for him in ways beyond what he expected. She felt safe in his arms, like any affection she showed right now would be accepted by her loving father.

She inched forward onto the blurry line and rubbed her cheek tenderly on his face. The simple loving affection she was showing him belied a deeper desire in Molly's heart. She thought again of her father making love to her mother, caressing her hair lovingly, gazing into her pretty eyes, absorbing Kathleen's affection. Molly gently kissed his ear. She lingered for a moment before touching her nose to his, their eyes closed. The intoxicating mix of unchecked sexual attraction and the insuppressible comfort of being in the arms of the first man she ever loved was disrupting rational thought. Molly permitted unhallowed desires to take over. She tilted her head and gave her father a moist kiss on the lips.

The kiss awakened Jon to the sensual path Molly was leading them down. The quiet sound of her lips gently smacking in his ear, followed by the light breathing from her nose had been gently coaxing Jon out of his comfort zone of decency. It felt wonderful, but it was also wrong, and he knew it. The sensual kiss was the last straw. The desire to permit the wicked sweet touch and loving sounds of his beautiful nineteen-year-old daughter were suddenly trumped by Jon's need for normalcy. He gently broke away from her embrace, taking her hands in his.

The blurred line suddenly refocused and Molly snapped back to reality. "Oh my God, Daddy! I don't know what came over me," she exclaimed, stepping firmly back to the safe side of the line. The hypnotizing memory of her parents' lovemaking was having a strong impact on Molly's sense of acceptable interaction with her family—first her far-out fantasy about Chase and their mother, now this. She hoped she wasn't spooking her men. She felt embarrassed at making such a bold advance on her dad.

"I know, baby" he said gently. "It's okay." Jon rubbed the side of his daughter's arms. "Do you want to talk?"

"I just want you to be okay," Molly explained. "I know there is pain in your heart right now. I was trying to make you feel better and I guess I got carried away."

"Baby, it...does make me feel better." Jon was being perfectly honest with her. "It's not that I don't feel good being intimate with you, it's just that I'm not comfortable with you kissing me like that."

"God, I know!" she lamented. "I'm such an idiot!"

"No!" Jon implored. He already felt bad for calling her out on her risky behavior. What would have been the harm in loving on each other a bit? It didn't matter now; he had already taken his stand. Now he just wanted to soften the embarrassment for her. "I love you, pumpkin. I love that you care about me like you do. You're a wonderful, sweet daughter."

"Now you're just being a kiss-ass," she kidded with a smile.

Jon laughed, admiring his daughter's typical practice of killing tension with a snarky comment.

"Can we talk about something else?" he asked.

"What?"

"Chase?" he prodded.

Molly let go of his hands and leaned back against the wall. "Are you wanting to know why Chase and I are romantically involved?"

"It's the question of the week," he said, trying not to sound too eager.

"Daddy, he means the world to me. I've always loved him. No guy has ever treated me the way he does."

"But, sweetheart, you are the most beautiful girl in the world! You could have any guy you wanted. What is it about Chase that beats out other guys that..."

"That aren't my brother?" she said, completing his sentence.

Jon nodded.

"Because Chase treats me the exact same way you treat Mom."

Jon took in the comment and tried to respond, but couldn't. He had no rebuttal to such a true, concise and irrefutable statement. Molly approached her dad again and hugged him, putting her mouth to his ear once more. "I'm sorry you're hurting, Daddy," she whispered. "I know it will get better." She left him in the shed to finish his work.

Jon needed to sit down for a moment to reflect on what just happened. For a brief moment, he felt an immense sexual attraction to his nineteen-year-old daughter. She was kissing him like a lover would. Her soft voice, her beautiful feminine breath in his ear, her supple breasts pressed against him, her sensual touch, all were adding up to what felt like a seduction. But, why would Molly do that? The more important question was, why did he enjoy it so much? He was glad he stopped it when he did. Jon shook his head hard to slough off the thought, and went back to work on the door.

Kathleen arrived home late in the evening. She had been keeping her mind busy running errands all afternoon and evening. She was cordial to her kids and husband, but didn't have the energy to engage them in her usual loving way.

Molly and Chase talked softly as they watched TV in the living room, waiting for some indication from their mother that she wanted to talk, but Kathleen went to bed early after kissing them both goodnight. The night turned out to be an early one for everybody in the subdued house. Jon decided not to tell Kathleen about the excessive affection Molly had shown him today. They slept that night with half the width of the king-size bed between them.

~ ~ ~

The next day yielded little more from Kathleen, who seemed to be a little depressed. Chase worked another long day at the pool, sitting high up in the lifeguard chair, with little else to think about but his mother. During an afternoon break he texted his sister. "Has she talked to you yet?"

"No," Molly replied. "I'm worried about her."

"Me too. Maybe we need to just confront her."

"Tonight, then."

That evening, after dinner, Molly decided to get her mother alone to talk. If the situation was reversed, Kathleen would have ferreted out the source of Molly's depression and resolved it yesterday. Molly felt it her duty to give her mother a shoulder to cry on.

"Mom, come here for a minute," she said from her bedroom when she saw her mother pass by in the hall. Kathleen pushed open the door and came in with eyebrows high to hear what Molly wanted. Molly patted the bed, encouraging her to sit next to her.

Kathleen looked again at Alicia's drawing on the dresser mirror as she sat down. Reading the words in her head, she felt a familiar lump return to her throat. Molly touched her arm, rubbing gently.

"I don't want to intrude," Molly began. "But you've not been yourself the past couple days."

Kathleen forced a smile for her daughter.

"Dad said you broke up with Will and Sara."

"It didn't go well," Kathleen said. "I'm sorry I've been so distant; it's been a hell of a week."

There was no denying that. Molly couldn't help but feel responsible for her stress this week. She hugged her mom. Kathleen immediately felt some of the tension in her body melt away inside Molly's embrace. Molly could feel her soften.

"Talk to me," Molly gently insisted.

"You know the old saying, 'You don't know what you've got until it's gone?'"

Molly took her mother's hand. "I've felt terrible the past couple days for encouraging this."

"Oh, Molly, don't feel—"

"I'm not saying that because I want you to forgive me. I've just hated to see you and Dad in pain. I believe you did the right thing."

Chase gave a polite knock before walking in to join the women. Without saying anything, he climbed on his knees onto the bed behind his mother and brushed the hair off her shoulders to give her a rub. Kathleen felt even deeper tension liquify and run off her back under the kneading of Chase's strong hands. "Ohhhh," Kathleen moaned. "You are...so...good...Chase!"

Chase and Molly shot a smile at each other. They were both relieved to hear Kathleen beginning to sound like herself again.

Kathleen marvelled at how much better she felt by her kids' physical touch. What healing powers they had as adults! She wondered why she hadn't just gone to them immediately for comfort. She would know better next time. She loved her kids in more ways than she could even count.

"How did you leave it with them?" Molly asked.

"I doubt we ever see them again," she stated. Kathleen spoke without emotion. She had cried for two days straight. Now, sitting in the comfortable company of her kids, being intimately touched by her son, the ordeal seemed a little less devastating. "It's been an amazing relationship, but it has run it's course."

"What will you and Dad do now?" asked Molly.

"Jeez, Molly! Way to get right up in her business!" chastised her brother.

"I want to know these things!" Molly retaliated. "Don't pretend that you don't."

Chase got off his knees and lay back on the bed, gently coaxing his mother to scoot back with him. Kathleen lay back onto Chase's belly between his legs and rested her pretty head on his chest. Chase stroked her hair back off her forehead. Molly lay down next to them and watched Chase play with her hair.

"It's just that Molly and I feel sort of protective of you and Dad now," Chase said.

"You?" Kathleen said, surprised. "Want to protect us?"

"I know it's weird," Molly chimed in. "But ever since we've known about your secret love life, we've been uncomfortable with the idea of you being used for sex."

"I don't want you to be with anyone who doesn't love you," Chase told her.

Molly took Chase's hand in one and Kathleen's in her other. She lay comfortably on the bed, holding their hands while Chase continued to caress his mother's face with his free hand.

"Well, I don't think you need to worry too much; we won't be with a new couple for a while, if ever."

"Why not?" asked Molly.

"These relationships take time to nurture. We don't just go jump in bed with the first hot couple that comes along!"

"Oh, we just thought you were a slut-couple," Chase said, winking at Molly. With a smirk, Kathleen reached back with her free hand and smacked Chase on top of the head.

"Ow! You'll pay for that!" Chase exclaimed, putting Kathleen in a headlock. "Molly, the feet!"

Molly dutifully grabbed her mom's ankle and tickled the sole of her foot until Kathleen pushed her away with her other leg, laughing uncontrollably. Kathleen squirmed free of the headlock and got on her knees, facing Chase.

"I'll make you both a deal," Kathleen declared. "Your father and I will promise to keep you in the loop of our love life if you promise to keep us in yours."

Molly and Chase smiled at each other. "Deal!" they said simultaneously.

Kathleen leaned forward on her knees to give Chase a kiss. Chase grabbed her face and held it while he kissed her softly, opening and closing his mouth one time, exchanging a little wetness. Kathleen, reacting without thinking, opened her mouth as well. Molly smiled contentedly as she watched her mother be consumed by Chase's charm. Kathleen closed her mouth, realizing the inappropriateness of the kiss. At last he let go of her face, allowing Kathleen to climb off the bed, her mind in a haze. Molly sat up and held her hand while she got to her feet.

Kathleen wobbled a bit. "My God, Molly!" Kathleen whispered, beseeching her daughter's shared affection for Chase. She couldn't take her eyes off the floor for fear of losing her balance.

Molly giggled. "It gets even better."

Kathleen covered her mouth in response to such an impudent remark—not out of embarrassment, but to hide the lustful expression that must have issued from her face.

Kathleen came to her senses at the door. "Love you both; don't forget where your own rooms are," she said, exerting a little authority as she left.

Molly sat back down and looked at Chase with a sly grin.

"What?" he asked.

"You mad lover! I saw that kiss."

"You said it turns you on," Chase pointed out.

"It does," Molly replied. "But you didn't do that for me."

"God, it feels amazing to do that to her!" Chase exclaimed.

"I think she likes it too." Molly laid down next to Chase, kissing his chin before her lips met his. Chase kissed her exactly how he had just kissed their mother—softly, with a brief open and close of the mouth. "I don't think she would mind if you went a little further," Molly said between kisses.

Chase returned his own sly grin. "What are you suggesting, Molly?"

Molly shrugged. The subtle hints and innuendo that were surfacing in the family's everyday interaction was starting to keep her up at night, fantasizing. Was there something to the tension she perceived between the four of them? Or was it just in her twisted mind? She was seriously considering suggesting to her brother out loud what they had both already been individually contemplating. But, she wasn't ready yet. "I'm not sure," was all she would allow herself to say.

Chase had a hunch he and Molly were thinking the same thing. He decided not to press; she would talk when she was ready. He kissed her goodnight before going to his own room. He had a long work day tomorrow.

Molly lay in her bed thinking about her parents' grief with their love lives. She hoped it would pass soon. The sooner they were over it, the sooner her conscience would be clear. She felt like her mom was coming around, but she wasn't sure about her dad. She hadn't talked to him much since their emotional conversation yesterday. She resolved she would try and talk to him some more tomorrow.

~ ~ ~

To Molly's delight, her dad had taken Monday off and was doing some light household maintenance today. Kathleen was busy with laundry. Molly found her dad up a ladder, changing a chandelier light bulb in the foyer. "Hi, Daddy!" Molly said, holding the ladder.

"Hey, honey. You're just in time. Hand me that globe?" Molly grabbed the glass globe and climbed a couple steps to hand it to Jon's outstretched hand. He installed it over the new bulb before climbing back down and turning on the fixture. "That's better," he said.

Jon looked at his beautiful daughter, his mind going immediately to yesterday when she kissed him. A part of him wished he hadn't stopped her. He felt an excitement like none he'd ever experienced. If Molly was just any girl, her sexual allure and sensual touch would be enough to pull him into her. But, she was his daughter. And since having his own daughter was out of the question, her forbidden love was made ever more darkly tantalizing. The best thing he could do was just to drop the thoughts completely and not torture himself, but he couldn't. He couldn't get the memory of her lips on his neck out of his mind.

He thought about what she had said yesterday about Chase. Jon felt an ease that he wasn't expecting. He was suddenly comforted by the knowledge that it was Chase with whom Molly was romantically involved. Chase was the one loving her; not some moronic, abusive douchebag. He understood precisely what Chase saw in her. Molly deserved to be loved by a man who appreciated her. Chase loved her. Chase loved her like he would, Jon thought.

Molly saw a faraway look in her dad's eyes. She took his hand to gently get his attention.

"Are you okay, Daddy?"

"I'm fine, pumpkin. Are you going to help me?"

Molly imagined he needed the love and affectionate attention that she so desperately wanted to give him. He was asking for her help. "Yes, Daddy. Whatever you need."

"Great! Grab my drill from the back porch and meet me in your room. I'll get the ladder."

"Oh, okay," she replied, snapping back to reality. She realized her mind had only one track lately.

Jon set the ladder up by Molly's bedroom window and climbed up to inspect a loose curtain rod.

Kathleen had been folding laundry in the master closet and had emerged into the hall to make another trip to the dryer when she heard her husband and daughter talking in her room. Eavesdropping was not something Kathleen ever desired to make a practice of, particularly in the open, communicative household they kept, but something about the tone of the conversation she heard in the room gave her pause at the door.

"Daddy, can I make an observation without being too nosy?" she asked, handing him the drill.

"Okay, go ahead."

"You and Mom haven't been your usual loving selves toward each other. Are you two okay?" she asked.

She was right. He should have figured Molly would be well tuned in to her parents' intimacy, being the sensual person that she was. He thought about the question. "We just don't know for sure," he answered. "Our relationship will be different now."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

He shrugged. "We've sort of entered a new phase. We are used to having Will and Sara in our lives—intertwined in our love. It's not that they came between us, but without them we both feel a void. It will take some time to adjust to being a little more alone."

"I hadn't thought of it like that," Molly admitted.

"Honestly, I think we're happier in love when we're sharing it with others."

The very idea that her parents were actually worse off emotionally after the break up was a shock to Molly. She had only foreseen the obvious benefits of getting rid of a needy couple. Now there was the emotional aftermath that Jon and Kathleen were going to have to deal with. Her heart was aching for them.

Kathleen got teary eyed hearing Jon sum up the cause of her heartache. She quietly stood in the hall with her fist pressed against her lips. Their new love reality was difficult to ponder.




Uncomplicated Ch. 03



Molly said nothing but took her father by the hand. As he turned to her, she grabbed the other, interlocking fingers of both pairs of hands. She moved close to him and lay her head on his shoulder. She wanted desperately to soothe away the anxiety of missing a loving partner. She wanted to love on him, to kiss him, to comfort him with her mouth. She fought the impulse, still ashamed about what happened yesterday. "What can I do to help you feel better?" she asked softly.

"You're already doing it," he said honestly. His beautiful daughter touching him with her body was bringing about the same wonderful illicit feeling he'd felt yesterday. His prudential sensibilities were somewhat diminished today and he permitted himself to lean in to her, causing her soft breasts to mash into his chest.

Molly noticed her dad's defenses were more relaxed than they had been yesterday. She didn't want to press her luck, but she couldn't resist giving him another nibble on the neck. Slowly, tentatively, she kissed him lightly. To her elated surprise, he returned the favor, kissing her on the shoulder, where the wide collar of her shirt was allowing skin to be exposed. Feeling her father's lips on a place usually reserved for a lover's kiss made Molly's heart skip a beat.

Kathleen was taken aback at the sounds of sweet affection she was hearing from the room. She wanted to peek in, but she didn't dare.

"I'm here for you, Daddy, " Molly whispered tenderly in his ear before giving him another kiss on tender skin, this time just under his ear and with an open mouth. Jon exhaled audibly at feeling the sensual wetness and she squeezed his hands in response. Jon kissed her again, this time higher up on the neck, opening his lips slightly and imparting his own wetness.

Molly decided the time was now to find out if Jon would accept more serious advances. She needed to be physically close to him and to demonstrate her sincere affection with her lips. Her apprehension was dissolved at his tender responses. If he was going to reject her now, she would accept it, and she knew her dad wouldn't hold it against her. She desperately hoped he would welcome her affection. She needed to comfort him. She needed to love him. She needed to kiss him.

Still holding hands, Molly brought her lips to his without warning and eagerly kissed him. Jon softly inhaled in surprise at the sudden rapid progression of their affectionate exchange and accepted Molly's tongue into his mouth. The taste of his beautiful daughter was as sweet and appealing as any kiss he'd ever been given. He kissed her back just as ardently, driven by sheer desire, governed by a deep desire to accept the love Molly proffered.

Kathleen heard the quiet smacking of lips as the two kissed. She heard Jon's breathing grow louder as his nose struggled to get enough oxygen, his mouth too busy kissing his daughter. Her teary melancholy mood gave way to anxious curiosity as she listened to the sounds of the loving exchange. Where did this come from? The whole time she was battling her own lustful urges with Chase, she hadn't paused to consider that maybe a similar attraction existed between Jon and Molly. She couldn't decide if she should be upset that this was going on behind her back, or be glad that they were finding comfort with each other. She had to remind herself that her little exchanges with Chase were not something that she had yet confided in Jon. It wasn't that she was hiding her affection for her son, it's just that she still didn't quite know what to make of it. And now she didn't know what to make of this.

Jon let go of Molly's hands and gently held her face while he kissed down to her chin, licking tenderly down her neck. Her young skin tasted so good in his mouth. Finally kissing and loving on the beautiful girl he'd watched go off with the wrong man countless times was undeniably satisfying. He kissed her on the mouth again, showing her with his lips and tongue how much he cared for her. She would always find protection with him; he wanted her to know that.

As he kissed her, delighting in the pleasure of loving on a beautiful young girl, a twinge of guilt began cast a shadow on Jon's soul. This was going beyond taking comfort in his daughter's loving touch. This was lustfully reveling in her young body. He was enjoying it too much. Using her sexually was unthinkable. He needed to think about this turn of events thoroughly before proceeding. If he didn't, he would be no better than the douche bags that had used her in the past.

He took Molly's hands again and stepped back. Jon took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts. Molly looked at him quizzically.

"We have to slow down. I know it feels good, but we shouldn't be doing this. We should probably get this curtain fixed," he said to her. Jon's heart was beating rapidly, his hands shaking. He had just forced himself away from the sweetest, most clandestine initiation of lovemaking he'd ever experienced. How was Molly able to break down the barriers so easily? He wanted her. He mustn't give in to his dark desires. He mustn't fail as a father.

"Okay, Daddy," Molly said, a little shocked herself that things had gotten so hot so quickly. They didn't talk any more. Molly helped her dad take down the curtain and held the ladder while he drilled holes in the wall to hold the anchors that were now necessary to hold up the curtain rod. Jon and Molly arranged the curtains again after the rod was securely in place. Jon folded up the ladder and grabbed his tools, heading for the door.

Kathleen quietly walked back to her room. She wasn't going to confront them now. She needed to think about it for a while. She wasn't angry with Molly. She wasn't even angry with Jon. But they were definitely going to need to talk.

Molly touched his arm. "Daddy, I'm..." she began.

"I love you, pumpkin," he said before she could get out what she wanted to say. If she was going to express regret, he didn't want to hear it. He felt just as guilty. Jon left the room in a hurry. Molly sat down on her bed, thinking about what had just transpired. She looked at the floor. The impressions two pairs of feet facing toward each other could be seen in the carpet. She put her bare feet on them and lightly scuffled back and forth, gently rubbing them away. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Kathleen continued working on the laundry and finally finished for the day before starting dinner. Jon silently peeled the potatoes at the sink. Kathleen wanted to ask Jon what he was thinking, but the time wasn't appropriate. Jon had been very quiet ever since the episode today and she didn't let on that she knew anything.

After dinner, Chase and Molly both went to the basement home theater and put on a movie they'd both seen before. They watched with the volume low.

"Mom and Dad are lonely," Molly said after a while.

Chase looked at her. He had a line on Kathleen's state of mind, but not so much Jon's. "What does Dad think?"

"He just seems sad. He's more serious than normal."

"He's still upset about the breakup, probably," Chase offered.

"Yes, but it's more than that. Now he has something on his conscience, and it's my fault."

"What?"

Molly lay back on the armrest of the sofa. "I kissed him."

"I take it you mean more than a peck on the lips," Chase surmised.

"I felt so bad for him! He was telling me about the breakup and I wanted to make him feel better. It was the sweetest thing I could think of to do. So I hugged him, and I kissed his neck, and I kissed him on the mouth. It was a real kiss."

Chase looked at Molly, thinking about what this revelation meant. "So...What did he do?"

"He kissed me back. And then he put a stop to it. I think I made him uncomfortable."

"Imagine that!" Chase said a little snarkily.

Molly lightly kicked him on the thigh. "Does it bother you?"

Chase rolled up onto his knees and crawled over to Molly. He kissed her deeply, caressing her tongue lovingly. Molly grabbed a tuft of hair on the back of his head while she feverishly returned the affection. Chase stopped and touched noses with her. "No," he answered.

Chase sat back down on the sofa and Molly scooted over to him, resting her head on his shoulder and putting her arm around his belly, mindlessly watching the movie.

Chase spoke at length. "What should we do with them?"

"We should help them. They need something more than they can give each other."

"They need it now more than ever. I can't stand to see them hurting." Chase added.

Molly felt her heart quiver thinking about what could happen with the four of them. It was such a golden moment of resolution, she didn't even want to say it out loud for fear of spoiling it.

"Do you think they'll accept us?" she asked.

Footsteps could be heard coming down the basement stairs. Kathleen was looking for her kids.

"Only one way to find out," Chase answered.

"There you are!" Kathleen said happily. Chase and Molly separated enough to invite their mother to sit between them. She eased into the sofa and her kids closed back in on her.

"Oh! You two feel so good!" She really did feel an emotional high being in physical contact with her kids.

"How are you doing, Mom?" asked Chase.

"I'm okay," she said casually.

"What about Dad?" he responded.

Kathleen shrugged dubiously. "I don't know. I think he'll be okay. Molly apparently lifted his spirits today."

"Did Dad tell you?" Molly asked, a little surprised at her mother's candor.

Kathleen nodded. "We just now talked." She decided not to mention the fact that she had heard the whole thing happen from the hall. It didn't matter now anyway.

"You don't seem too upset," Chase observed.

"Are you upset?" Kathleen asked, turning to her son.

"No."

"He was feeling comfort from you, Molly. You have a healing touch. Both of you do."

Molly was pleased to hear that her affections had the desired effect.

"But, his conscience got the better of him," Kathleen went on. "He's not comfortable with the extreme affection. It's wrong to be having feelings like this for your kids."

"But, what if your kids want you to have those feelings?" Molly asked innocently.

"It doesn't ma—" Kathleen began, but was interrupted by Chase.

He kissed her open mouth without warning in mid-sentence. Chase didn't even wait for her to kiss back, opening and closing his mouth repeatedly, caressing his mother's lips with his own. Kathleen sat between her children, stunned, allowing Chase to kiss her deeply as she touched tongues with him for the first time. Kissing Chase like this felt like an enormous gate that had been blocking the path was lifted out of the way.

Molly watched the exchange in blissful dazed silence as Kathleen involuntarily grabbed her daughter's wrist, as if grasping for a piece of the outside world to hold on to before her son's insurmountable gravity pulled her all the way in. Molly put her hand on Kathleen's and held it while she kissed her son. Chase touched his mother's face and brought his mouth to her ear.

"We know you're still hurting and we want to make it better," he said quietly. "We want to ease your pain. Let us love you like you want us to."

As Kathleen sat there listening to her son declare their intentions, calm serenity washed over her. She was truly at ease with what her son was suggesting. She had been melted into submission by Chase's loving lips. She felt Molly bring the hand she was still holding to her chest.

Chase continued his gentle persuasion. "I want to be with you. Let me be with you." He lightly bit her earlobe. "Let me love you." He was whispering now. He kissed her gently on her neck, on her ear, on her face and back to her lips. Kathleen lovingly slipped her tongue back into his mouth. He tasted perfect, his breath as sweet as honey, his words like rose petals caressing her ears, his tongue like juicy, tender fruit. She was ready let him in—to give herself completely to him, save for one thing: Jon must consent. This was the one irrevocable rule they had always followed. If all four people were not completely okay with the situation, the open loving could not exist. Open communication was the cornerstone of their marriage. She wouldn't risk cracking the foundation of their relationship by hedging that rule.

Chase continued gently kissing her, alternating between her lips and her ear. "Will you let me comfort you? Will you let me love you?" He whispered very quietly, almost inaudibly, "Will you let me make love to you?"

Kathleen thought she heard him correctly. She gave him a long pensive look into his blue-gray eyes before nodding an almost imperceptible 'yes.' She put her hand on the back of his head, kissing him again. Molly watched the whole exchange with breathless attentiveness. Seeing her mother answer Chase's prime question in the affirmative filled her heart with nervous joy.

Chase found his sister's hand while still kissing his mother and squeezed it. They silently rejoiced together at their mother's assent. Chase disengaged from his mom's mouth to find Molly's. They kissed tenderly in celebration.

Breaking the kiss allowed the cloud around Kathleen's head to evaporate somewhat. She watched her two kids lovingly kiss each other. It was the first real display of affection she'd observed between them. It looked strange and beautiful at the same time. "Of course, your dad has to agree to this," Kathleen reminded them.

Chase and Molly both looked at their mother and nodded compliantly. Kathleen leaned over to Molly and pulled her head into her, nuzzling into her ear in a show of motherly affection. "I love you," she said to her daughter.

She got up from the sofa and headed upstairs to talk to Jon. Kathleen was almost beside herself with impure thoughts of her son. The indecent proposal he had just whispered in her ear was on the fringe of lunacy, an idea borne of the most obscure lustful fantasy, yet her panties were now wet from the incredible arousal she was enjoying. How could something so clandestine feel so warm and beautiful? So perfect? Kathleen was beyond allowing her conscience to step in. The allure of her sexy son and his perfect kisses was now conducting her thoughts and actions.

She found Jon lying in bed reading the paper. She went to the closet and stripped her clothes off, throwing them in the hamper. She ignored her nightgown and headed back into the bedroom naked. Jon glanced at her as she quickly slid under the sheet and snuggled up next to her husband. She kissed his shoulder. It was the first show of affection either of them had afforded since the breakup with Will and Sara.

Jon dropped his paper on the floor, ready to respond to Kathleen's loving advance. He typically went to bed naked and was ready for Kathleen when she slipped a leg over him and slid her body sideways until she was on top of him. She wanted to talk about the kids, but she wanted him inside her even more. Her vagina was swollen and wet and wanting filled. She put her knees on the bed and rocked backward, accepting the full eight inches of Jon's wide cock into her slippery pussy on the initial stroke.

Jon was surprised and delighted at Kathleen's readiness for sex. He loved the nights her pussy was extra wet. He leaned up and slurped up the sweet pink nipple of Kathleen's C-cup left breast. They were smallish for a C, but looked stunning on Kathleen's slender frame. He loved her small tits; they were elegantly perky and matched her personality. He sucked the other one with equal attention.

Kathleen kissed his neck as she rode his cock. They both had been incredibly turned on today and both now felt a need for each other. It was a wonderful feeling being together again, but they both were having pleasant thoughts about the time they had spent with their kids today. Kathleen decided to bring it up right this moment. She pushed down until his cock was buried in her and held it there while she looked him in the eyes.

"I just talked to the kids," she whispered.

Normally, bringing up the kids at such an intimate moment would have seemed off-the-wall to Jon, but right now he wanted to hear what she had to say. "What about?" he asked.

"We talked about the kisses."

Jon nodded.

"They've been seducing us, Jon."

"I noticed," he said with a smile.

She stroked a few times on his cock and kissed him. "They have both felt guilty for encouraging the break-up. They feel like loving on us brings us comfort."

"Does it you?" he asked.

Kathleen smiled and nodded.

Jon smiled back. "Me too. Molly has a healing touch, like her mother."

Kathleen grinned wider at his compliment. She leaned down and nibbled his ear while she ground her hips. "They both do. They each have a staggering capacity for love and empathy. I know exactly why they are in love with each other. They're perfect lovers, Jon."

Jon nodded. "They probably believe that nobody else is good enough for them."

"For now, they may be right," she pointed out. "They just feel lucky that they realized their love. And they have a lot of love to give. That's why they've been so friendly with us lately."

"What are you getting at, exactly?" he asked, suspiciously.

Kathleen stopped grinding and looked at him seriously. "Our kids just made a suggestion to me that we take our relationships with them further."

Jon looked at her, his eyes growing wider as his brain assembled the meaning behind that statement.

"You mean..." he was too embarrassed to even say it.

Kathleen said it for him. "They want to be our new love-sharing couple."

Jon looked at the ceiling. "Oh my God," he uttered in disbelief. "They want us?"

Kathleen nodded and waited.

"Why would they want us?" he asked.

"Um, well, okay, look at us!" she giggled.

Jon didn't know why their kids would want someone more than twice their age, but looking into Kathleen's eyes, he didn't need to ponder that question long. He understood the attraction between all four of them on some primal level. Nevertheless, it was too far out to even consider. It was time to nip this idea in the bud.

"Jesus, Kathleen! This is going too far. This is the most far out idea I've ever heard of. It's beyond crazy."

"I have to admit, it's the strangest thing I've ever considered."

"You've considered it?" he asked incredulously. "We can't do this. It's completely unacceptable. I mean, playful kissing and flirting is one thing, and even that was pushing the boundaries, but this? This erases the boundaries completely. The emotional aftermath of such a thing can't even be pondered. You agree, right?" He was steadfast in his resolution.

Kathleen's shoulders drooped at the rejection. Her disappointment was harsh, but brief as she realized the foolishness of the idea. "No, you're right," she said. "It would be make things difficult between us."

"It would twist our relationships into a complicated emotional pretzel," he said, more eloquently. "It's bad enough that they are doing that with each other. We don't need to add fuel to that fire."

She had no choice but to agree with her husband. They acted together or not at all. There was no gray area with that. Kathleen rolled off Jon, pulling off of his waning erection. The mood had evaporated in the heavy discussion. She knew he was right. She had let Chase's charm and Molly's soothing touch get the better of her. They were so beautiful, she thought, but very dangerous together in the power they held over her.

"We need to stop with the playful teasing kisses. It's a dangerous game. I'm not comfortable with anything other than loving parental contact from now on," he said.

"Oh, it's just having fun—"

"Kathleen! Look where it led us! It's time we started acting like parents again."

Kathleen relinquished a nod. That was that. She got up and went to the closet to get a nightgown. She lay back down without speaking and turned off the light. The small steps out of the cellar of depression she'd taken over the last couple days were suddenly negated in one crushing refusal.




Uncomplicated Ch. 04



"Did you pack your toothbrush?" Kathleen asked Chase as she passed by his room.

"Yes, Mom."

"Can you get my bag, baby? It's so heavy."

"Got it," he replied. Being called 'baby' by his mother last week at this time would have melted his heart. But now, it only reminded him of the loving pleasure that he and his mom would never get to share. His dad had finally put his foot down on the flirtatious kissing and denied the indecent proposal Chase and Molly made a few days ago.

His heart had been heavy ever since, as had been Kathleen's. They had accepted reality and were moving on. Molly would always be Chase's one true love, but the relationship he had with his sweet mother was one-of-a-kind special. It made his heart hurt to think he could never give her the special kind of love she needed from him.

This weekend would be a pleasant diversion from the heartache they all felt. He and his parents were driving to Racine College for Chase's freshman orientation. This was for students and their parents; no sibs, so Molly was staying home this trip. It was a two-day event where he would meet his dorm mates and get familiar with the campus before returning for classes in the fall.

Chase and his parents had nearly finished loading up the car, when Jon's cell phone rang. It was Joe, his supervisor. He rarely called him on his days off.

"Hello?" Jon answered.

"Jon, let me apologize right up front for springing this on you. We've got a bit of a snag in the Anaheim distribution center. The new network architecture is giving the boys fits and they are needing your brains to get it rolling."

"Joe, I'm getting ready for a college trip with my boy. Can't they install the old hardware on the lower tier?"

"It will take too long. If the center is not operational in two days, we start hemorrhaging cash. You're the only one familiar enough with the new system to troubleshoot and we really need you on-site. I promise we'll make it worth your trouble."

Jon paused, thinking about how he would break this to his family. He finally relented with a sigh. "Okay, Joe. When?"

"I've booked you a red eye tonight. Ten o'clock. You're a good man, Jon. I'll have Carmen suck your dick for you."

"Heh, like I need your help!" Carmen's incessant flirting with the men in the department was getting to be a joke.

Jon pocketed his phone and looked at Chase. "I'm sorry, big man. I hate to do this to you, but I can't come. I have to fly to California tonight."

Kathleen had overheard him talking on the phone and suspected it was bad news. "Joe can't handle this?" she asked, annoyed.

"Ha!" Jon cackled. "He didn't get to where he is because of his brains."

Kathleen gave a sigh. "Well, looks like it's just you and me, kid."

"It's okay, Dad; we'll be fine," Chase chimed in. "I understand."

"I know you do. You're a good boy. I'll probably snag a promotion over this. If I do, I'll buy you an ice cream cone!"

Chase laughed at his father's silliness and gave him a hug. Jon pulled his bags back out of the car and set them on the garage floor. "Well, at least I'm already packed."

Jon's joking belied his guilty conscience. This was merely the most recent letdown of his family, beginning with his outright rejection of Chase and Molly's love-sharing proposal, although he felt justified in that. But then, after the night he and Molly shared together, his supposedly steadfast decision held no water, and he knew it. It was his duty to confess to Kathleen what he and Molly had done, but he needed to do it in the right way. He needed to save face. It was this selfishness that had prevented him from allowing Molly or himself to reveal it yet. This thoroughly aggravated Molly, but she wouldn't go against her daddy's wishes.

He fully intended to disclose the tryst to them, but he wanted to wait until after this college visit, so as not to be a distraction for Chase. And now he wasn't even going with him. Jon felt about two inches tall.

Chase went inside to find Molly before he left. Rapping on her bedroom door, he walked in before she could answer.

"You guys all set?" she asked.

"Dad can't go now," Chase informed.

"Why not?"

"He got called to an emergency in California."

"Damn, that sucks." Molly thought a moment. "Just you and Mom, then?"

Chase nodded. Molly gave him a cursory grin before stopping herself from saying anything more. She desperately wanted to tell him about the affair with her dad. She wanted Chase and Kathleen to know that the possibility of exploration of the beautiful sexual tension they all felt was still possible. She felt guilty that she had taken her slice of the loving pie sneakily. But, if she hadn't, would it have ever happened? They just needed to talk about it. They just needed to get it out in the open. But they hadn't yet. And they wouldn't until everyone was back from their trips. It was such a wasted opportunity.

She hugged her brother tightly. "I'll miss you." She kissed him sweetly on the lips. Chase returned a deeper kiss, holding her face in his hands. He stopped to smell her sweet breath. Molly wetly kissed his face a few times.

"Enjoy your alone time with Mom," she whispered in his ear, in a subtle encouragement. She wanted to say more. She wanted to tell him to just ignore what their parents said, and just act on his gut feeling. But, in obedience to her dad, she would say no more.

"I love you, Bun," he said. He grabbed Molly's shirt and started wiping off the wet spots that she had left on his face.

"Stop!" she yelled, yanking back her shirt. "You're supposed to keep those!"

Chase grinned at his beautiful sister. Even though they were keeping the mood light, his heart was heavy at the thought of being away from her, even for two days. She took his hand and walked with him down the hall toward the garage, where their parents were.

Kathleen gave Jon a kiss, then Molly. "Will you be lonely without us?" Kathleen asked her daughter.

Molly smiled. "Tisha and I are going to hang out. No worries."

"Good luck, Jon," Kathleen said to her husband as she got in the passenger seat of her Mercedes. It was about as warm a send off as she could muster. Their intimacy was suffering in the aftermath of the breakup with Will and Sara, further complicated by Jon's outright rejection of their kids' offer to fill the void. Kathleen hoped they would eventually find again the close intimacy they always shared. But, their relationship was probably going to change, their swinging days very possibly behind them.

As Chase drove off, he rolled down his window and stuck his hand out, giving the sign 'I love you' to Molly. She curled her middle and ring fingers down and held up the same sign, hoping he could see her in the rearview mirror.

As the hiss of the tires faded to obscurity, Molly gave her dad a blank look. She didn't need to say anything; he knew the cause of her coolness. He gave her a contrite expression. He would make it right.

"We'll talk when they come back," he assured.

Molly nodded in agreement. "I'll drive you to the airport tonight if you need me to," she offered.

"Thank you. Probably leave at eight? Right now I need to go into the office for a while."

Molly nodded and went back into the house. It would be a long and lonely weekend by herself. Jon departed for Anaheim with little fanfare. His weekend would be lonely as well, but he would be too busy to dwell on it.

Molly kept herself busy doing some housework for her mom and spent a day shopping with Tisha and taking in a movie. She spent her nights sleeping in Chase's bed.

Chase and his mother turned onto the thickly tree-lined boulevard that formed the main drag of the Racine College campus. It was beautiful, just like Chase remembered from his visit last year. They parked the car and made their way to the freshman dorms.

"You must be Chase," a young man said to him as they approached the door of his assigned dorm room. He looked slightly older than Chase and had a name badge that said 'Colin.'

"I'm your resident advisor for this floor," he said, shaking hands with Chase. "And you must be...his sister?" He said to Kathleen.

"This is my mother, Kathleen," Chase corrected.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Kathleen!" Colin said.

Kathleen could never tell if someone was sincere in the mistake, or just trying to flatter her, but she was used to people mistaking which generation she belonged to. Sincere or not, she always got a huge kick out of it. Funny how it was always men that made the mistake.

"Nice to meet you too," she said with a giggle. Chase was entertained by the whole exchange, as he usually was. He'd probably seen fifty men try that trick on his mom.

Colin showed Chase his dorm room and introduced him to some of the other freshman residents that would be his neighbors. The showers were a short hike down the hall, and the common area was in the opposite direction. Kathleen talked with a faculty member about the campus while Chase followed Colin around the floor, getting acquainted with the surroundings and other people that were there participating in freshman orientation.

Making their way back to the common area, Chase shook hands with a group of guys gathered there. They all seemed to be distracted by the beautiful woman chatting at the other end of the hall.

"Jacob, that's his mom," Colin volunteered.

"Dude, that's your mom?" exclaimed Jacob, tearing his eyes away from Kathleen to greet Chase.

"Oh, man!" said another. "How do you keep your hands off her?"

Jacob smacked him on the back of the head. "Moron! That's his mother!"

Chase grinned. "I know; it sucks! My dad won't let me touch her," he replied, surprising himself with a brazen joke typical of Molly. His remark got a round of laughter from the group. They liked him immediately.

The rest of the day was spent touring the beautiful campus, getting familiar with the street layout and building locations. He looked forward to it with bittersweet emotion, his home life being far more attractive right now than it once was. Fall was still a long way off, however and he would be making the most of the time he and Molly had together.

The college treated them all to dinner at the commons, which was average fare, but heartily consumed by the students and their families after a long day of walking in the heat. This was the last scheduled activity for the day, and Chase and Kathleen finished their dinner at a leisurely pace.

A shuttle took them back to their car late in the evening, and they drove to their hotel. They were both exhausted from a busy day.

They had booked two adjoining rooms for this trip, assuming Chase would have his own room and Jon and Kathleen would have the other. Now, two rooms seemed overkill with just the two of them. Chase helped his mother carry her stuff into her room before going back to the cart to carry his own bags into the other. Dropping his bags on the table, Chase found the door that adjoined the two rooms and opened it up. Kathleen opened the door on her side at the exact same time.

"Hello!" she said to her son in a fake greeting.

"Nice to meet you," Chase said, playing along. "You're the most beautiful neighbor I've ever met!"

"Oh, you're so sweet!" she exclaimed, touching his face with her fingertips and giving him a light kiss on the lips. A familiar euphoric tingle trickled down Kathleen's spine at their contact. It was the first playful kiss they had shared since Jon's decree.

Kathleen drew back, as though she had touched an electric fence. She cleared her throat awkwardly.

"It's okay, Mom," assured Chase.

"I know, it's just...yeah." She was bothered by the inordinately strict rule, but she knew it was for their own good. There was no sense making things difficult by tempting herself.

"We've got an early day tomorrow," she pointed out.

"Yeah," he agreed.

"I love you, baby," she said sweetly.

"I love you too, Mom."

Chase went into his bathroom and brushed his teeth. He stripped down to his boxers and flipped off the light before climbing into bed. He could see by the light through the doorway that Kathleen was still up. She brushed her hair out and changed into her nightgown. A couple of minutes later she turned off her light.

Chase lay on his back staring at the unfamiliar shadows on the ceiling. The stifled kiss he received from his mom only served to heighten his awareness that they were now further apart emotionally. The closeness they had been gaining in the last few weeks was a dangerously wonderful feeling to both of them, and also to Molly. Exploring these strange, new urges was exciting, both for how wrong they were, and how right they felt. And now they had been artificially cut off by a seemingly arbitrary rule.

Chase had an idea. He knew his mother wouldn't just go against his dad's wishes, but perhaps she wouldn't stop Chase from bending the rules a little, just for their own comfort. There was no harm in what he wanted. He just wanted to be close to her—physically close to her. After another minute of self-debate, he allowed himself to win the emotional battle and threw off the covers.

He walked into his mother's room in the darkness and found the bed. Chase gently climbed under the sheets and scooted up to Kathleen, who was facing away, still awake. Putting an arm around her, he pressed his body against her slender figure and relaxed. Kathleen hugged his arm around her and said nothing, smiling contentedly to herself. Her heart was overjoyed at Chase's subtle appeal for loving closeness. Nothing needed to be said; this would be their quiet secret. They both quickly, effortlessly drifted off to blissful sleep, each in the comfort of the other's warm body.

Kathleen awoke the next morning to find herself lying close to Chase, her arm draped over his bare chest. She felt like she had slept more peacefully than she had in a year. She got up on her elbow, resting her head on her hand and smiled at her sleeping son. How was it she felt such natural comfort being so intimate with him? She felt so at ease lying there. Why did their physical love need to be curbed? Every fiber of her being told her to show her love to him—a love with no boundaries. Every fiber, that is, except the train of rational thought that forbade her from corrupting her son or defying her husband's wishes. Her heart ached with bittersweet joy at waking up next to him. She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

The kiss awoke Chase, who looked in his mother's direction. He smiled at seeing her beautiful face first thing in the morning. "Did you sleep well?" he asked.

"I can't remember the last time I woke up feeling this good!" she said. "Thank you for spending the night with me."

Chase scooted his head over and laid it on his mother's pillow, in a position obviously awaiting a good-morning kiss. Kathleen had no choice but to oblige her son's subtle request and leaned down to kiss him. She lingered on his lips, prolonging the sweet contact as long as possible without being awkward. Chase cupped her face in his hand, sweetly caressing her ear.

At last they parted lips. They hadn't crossed any lines; it was just affection—sweet, subtle, warm, tingle-inducing affection. "Maybe we won't tell your dad about this," she said waving her hand at the whole bed, an embarrassed grin on her face.

Chase smiled and nodded in agreement. Having secrets with his mom felt good.

He got up and went to his own bathroom to shower. Another busy day awaited them. Today would be more of an academic orientation, visiting classroom buildings, lecture halls and labs.

The engineering school where Chase had been accepted was one of the best in the country. He had the grades and test scores to get in; he just hoped he had the chops to get through the tough academic schedule.

Their morning tour began with a walk across campus from the parking area. It was a crisp morning and a group of students and parents were gathered outside Kemper Hall to start their tour of the engineering school. Chase scanned the crowd, looking for familiar faces from yesterday.

Kathleen watched her son standing there with the other students, preparing himself to launch into responsible adulthood. She knew the days of having him around the house all the time were numbered. She wanted to just keep him at home forever, to smother him in her love, but yet, here they were, prepping him to spread his wings. She felt a lump grow in her throat at the thought of Chase leaving home. She hooked her index finger into the rear belt loop of his jeans and held it, as though that would be enough to hold him back, to keep him from flying away. It brought her a small amount of consolation.

The tour started up the front steps of the building and into the large lecture hall where the dean of the engineering school greeted incoming students and they were allowed to browse the building. The facility was impressive, and brought a great deal of pride to Kathleen's heart that her son was accepted into such a prestigious program.

They toured state-of-the-art labs and high-tech classrooms—nothing like Kathleen remembered in college. "God, I feel old here," she commented. "I didn't even know what email was when I was in school. I'm not that old, am I?"

"You're as old as you feel," Chase offered.

"How old do I feel?" Kathleen asked, a sly grin creeping across her face.

They were standing in back, behind everyone in the room. Chase looked to either side to make sure no one would see. He reached behind Kathleen and felt her ass with the palm of his hand, squeezing her buns gently, getting a nice, long feel. "About twenty-five," he said, maintaining a straight face. It was a cheap thrill for Chase, but he didn't let it bother his conscience in the least.

Kathleen covered her huge smile with one hand and lightly slapped Chase on the arm with the other. "Oh my God!" she whispered, looking around embarrassed. Chase had never done anything so brash. It filled her with lustful elation.

At the next classroom stop, they stayed at the back again. Kathleen put a hand on Chase's lower back, reaching under his shirt. She felt his bare skin and rubbed gently, lightly scratching him with her fingernails. The touch ignited a desire in Chase. Touching him like that was completely unnecessary, yet was exactly what he wanted her to do.

They spent the day making nonchalant physical contact, brushing up against each other on different stops on the tour, standing unnecessarily close, touching a waist, briefly hooking fingers together as they walked. It was fun. The day went by fast as they each tried to surprise the other with a new subtle flirt.

It was late afternoon and the orientation weekend came to an end. They finished the day browsing a vendor's' bazaar on The Green, where there were different free knick knacks like pens and thumb drives they could take with them. It had been a pleasant day and they still had the evening ahead of them. They had already booked the hotel for this night, assuming they would want to avoid having to drive home tired after a long day of walking. Neither of them was tired, but since they already had the rooms for the night, neither Chase nor Kathleen felt a need to suggest they drive home. They leisurely strolled across campus back toward Kathleen's car.

"Where do you want to have dinner?" Kathleen asked her son as they walked.

"Are you asking me out?" came the saucy reply.

"I told you I'd like to date you," his mother teased.

"There's a Mexican place in town; you can buy me a margarita," Chase suggested.

"And what makes you think I'll do that?" Kathleen asked indignantly.

"If you're gonna date me, you're gonna need to provide some incentive."

"Oh my God, you little twerp! Do you know who you're talking to? Who's the lucky one here?" Kathleen was delighted to be making light of their sexual tension. She'd had a heavy heart because of it lately—right up until this morning when she woke up half laying on Chase. The memory of it warmed her heart. She took his hand and held it the rest of the way to the car.




Uncomplicated Ch. 04



The noisy restaurant was small but authentic, and Kathleen ordered margaritas for the both of them, once again avoiding getting them carded. Chase was famished and dove into the chips and salsa. Kathleen hadn't talked too many details with Chase about his relationship with his sister, so she figured greasing him up with a little tequila would nicely color the conversation. By the time they started in on their second bowl of chips, with about half their margaritas gone, Kathleen was feeling bold.

"Molly's happy," she casually noted.

Chase smiled at her. "I enjoy making her happy."

"I'll bet you do! She makes you happy too. I can see it."

"Mom, my God she's amazing!" Just getting started on the topic was making him feel flush. "I've never felt like this with anyone before. I can't get enough of her."

"How is she different from your girlfriends?" Kathleen prodded, happy he was finally opening up to her about this.

"Just being near her feels good. The way she touches me, the way she looks at me and kisses me—she's perfect. I'm in heaven when I'm with her."

It was plain to Kathleen these were the words of somebody in love. Deep down, she wanted her kids to grow from their loving experience, to know what it was to be loved, and gain perspective for future relationships. Would they have future relationships? This one seemed hard to top. She and Jon were both convinced their kids would outgrow this phase and move on, eventually. But, what if they didn't? Right now her heart was telling her to let it go, to let them enjoy this unique love. Even the kids themselves had asked her to enjoy it with them.

Oh, how she wanted to! Her conscience and her heart were locked in a bitter stalemated battle. She knew which had to win, but the tempting allure of an open relationship with the sexy young man sitting across the table from her had obscured the line of decency under the murky depths of a tempestuous sea of desire. Her moral compass barely registered when she was physically close to Chase. Kathleen was aware of the proximal intoxication, and knew it would diminish once she was away from him, but she didn't want it to. Her libido was like a drug, compelling her to take some more. It seemed like the more continuous time alone she had with Chase, the more her desire compounded.

"Chase, can I ask you a serious question about our relationship?"

Chase nodded, his blue-gray eyes fixed on his mother's.

"You're clearly in love. You undoubtedly feel Molly is your one true love." She reached across the table and took his hand. "Why do you want to have a romantic relationship with me?"

Chase smiled and squeezed her hand. "I have a thousand reasons. Molly and I watched you and Dad backslide after the breakup that we encouraged. We could see it in your faces. We could tell by the way you treated each other that something was off with you two. And it dawned on us both that you aren't truly happy unless you're sharing your love with others. It seemed strange at first, but I've come to understand you and Dad. And..." He took a breath. "I also think I have the same need to share. I want to comfort you, Mom. I want to be there for you—emotionally and physically. I want to show you my love." Chase leaned in close to her so he could whisper in her ear. "I want to so bad," he said softly and leaned back to look her in the eyes again.

Honest divulgence was pouring out of Chase's mouth, propelled by the lubricating catalyst of the alcohol. His heart was strengthened with the cleansing power of disclosing such intimate truths to his beautiful mother. If he wasn't in a crowded place, he would have kissed her on the spot.

Kathleen swallowed hard. "Baby, wouldn't it bother Molly?"

Chase smiled broadly. "Mom, whose idea do you think it was to make the proposal?"

"Really?" she said.

Chase nodded. "And it's not just a selfless encouragement. It turns her on. I mean really turns her on."

Kathleen put her hand to her mouth, slightly shaking her head. Her expression was disbelief, but inside she understood exactly what was motivating Molly. It was the very same turn on that she and Jon indulged when they were swinging. The thought of someone else loving him—really loving him—completed the circle. It was the act of giving another partner to her man, and allowing him to give his love back. It was truly a gift of the highest magnitude, and one they could give each other.

Things were beginning to make sense with Molly's behavior. She had the family's best interest in mind though all of this. Kathleen realized she just wanted to make them happy—emotionally and physically.

The waiter set their plates of food in front of them. Kathleen eyed her Santa Fe salad, wondering what to do with it, her appetite having been eclipsed by the raw emotion that was roiling inside of her.

"How do you feel about her being with your dad?" she asked pointedly.

"How do you feel?" Chase countered without answering the question.

"I think she'd be the sweetest young piece of ass he ever had!"

Chase laughed. He laughed so hard he started to cough. Grabbing the margarita, he took a sip, which only compounded his breathing dilemma. Kathleen handed him a glass of water with a big grin and he finally calmed down, still giggling.

"You're right," he finally said. "And she wants it to happen just as much as I want you and I to happen."

Kathleen felt her heart rate increase at the thought of Molly making love to Jon. It would be beautiful, sweet, loving, and unquestionably, undeniably wrong, judged by societal standards. But it was right in her heart. It felt like the way it ought to be. Normally she felt a surge of love for Jon when she was with him after they made love to others. But the feeling was always isolated to just her and him, it didn't extend to their loving partners in the same way. Now, considering Chase and Molly as their loving partners produced a completely new and genuine affection—for everyone involved. She felt like her heart would burst at the thought!

"You want her to, don't you?" she asked her son.

"Yes, but it doesn't matter. We can't convince him."

The regret of reality gripped Kathleen's wistful heart. She briefly thought of just throwing Jon's opinion to the wind and following her instinct, but in the end it would certainly cause more harm than good. Even in her current lustful mood she could still follow reason.

"You're so beautiful," Chase said to her, the truth serum coursing through his veins, guiding his thoughts and words. "In fact, you're the most beautiful woman on earth."

"You're a little tipsy, baby," Kathleen observed with a smile.

"It doesn't matter. I have the same feelings for you when I'm stone cold sober. Do you know men can't take their eyes off you? I'm aware of three of them in this room that can't stop looking over here. You're unbelievably sexy."

"Stop," she said, stabbing some lettuce with her fork. She had noticed a man behind Chase looking at her, but not the others.

"They think you're here with your hot young boyfriend, you cute little cougar!" Chase said with a laugh.

"I know! It's fun, isn't it?"

"Let's hold hands when we leave, to give them a good show," he suggested.

"I'll do one better." Kathleen leaned across the table and gave her son an open mouth kiss for several seconds. When they finally parted lips, Chase looked over at the man to his left, who had been the worst ogler of the bunch. Upon making eye contact with Chase, the man immediately turned his wide eyes to his plate.

"Oh my God!" Chase exclaimed quietly. "You turned us both on!"

Kathleen giggled to herself. That was more fun than she expected.

"Let's get out of here," she said. Chase had been picking at his food and had the same worthless appetite as Kathleen.

"Yeah," he agreed. "I'm done."

Chase took his mother's hand as they walked toward the exit to pay for the dinner. He gave their chief ogler a wink as they passed by.

Feeling Chase's hand in hers was more than just putting on a show—it was causing deep turmoil in Kathleen's heart. She was hopelessly aroused. The innocent flirting that had been going on all day was beginning to pile up on her will to keep it at bay. They were just having fun. It was such a joy to be close to Chase. Their flirting and gentle kissing was just their way of showing affection. This is what she told herself several times today.

They returned to their hotel rooms in the late evening, both feeling a bit tipsy from the margaritas, both feeling a bit unsure of where their relationship stood right at that minute. Neither wanted the comforting flirting to stop, but they were both wary of the rules they were bending by indulging in each other's temptations.

"Are you going to sneak in my bed again?" Kathleen asked, breaking the tension.

Chase smiled, a little embarrassed.

Kathleen smiled back. "It's okay, baby. I like sleeping next to you."

There was that term of endearment again. Chase felt his warm heart liquify in his chest. "I gotta go brush my teeth," he mumbled as he headed to the adjoining room to get ready for bed.

Kathleen grabbed her nightgown and went into the bathroom. She took her makeup off quickly and fluffed out her hair. Shedding her blouse and capris, she watched herself undress in the mirror. She leaned onto the counter and eyed herself closely, standing in her bra and panties. "God damn, you Jon!" she said softly at her reflection. Her acquiescence to their new rules with the kids had been surmounted by the frustration of having to abide by them. She was just as upset with herself as she was with Jon.

She reached behind her and unfastened her bra, letting it slip off the front. Her breasts were sensitive and tender, a result of her state of constant semi-arousal all day. She rubbed them gently with her right hand while her left pushed her panties off her hips, letting them fall to the bathroom floor. "Oh my God," she thought to herself as she looked at her hairless naked body in the mirror. "What am I going to do?" She knew she ought to just tell Chase to spend the night in his own room, thus ending these dangerous temptations, but she couldn't bring herself to. She could keep it together, she resolved. She could enjoy the intimate company of her son and still abstain from doing anything inappropriate.

She could see Chase in the bed already as she emerged from the bathroom. Kathleen flipped off the lights and climbed in next to him. Just getting into bed with him made her heart flutter. "Goodnight, baby," she said as she leaned down to kiss him. Chase met her lips with an open mouth. She opened her mouth to kiss him back, but cut it short in desperation. She was keenly aware of the spell she would quickly fall under if she allowed Chase to give her a lover's kiss. Lying next to him, she felt like a hungry wolf in a lamb's pen.

Kathleen had a plan to enjoy an intimate night with her son without stepping beyond the boundaries. "Turn over and I'll rub your back," she suggested. Chase obliged and faced away from his mother. Kathleen felt some relief at getting her face away from his. She had control this way. She lay on her side as she rubbed his neck and shoulders for a while, lightly scratching over his ears and into his messy hair.

"That's going to put me to sleep," Chase said, with his face buried in his pillow.

"Exactly. Just relax, baby." Kathleen's heart rate went up as Chase's decreased under her gentle touch. If he would just fall asleep, it would all be okay. Kathleen lovingly caressed the middle of his back, working her fingers down the spine, kneading the flesh underneath the skin, helping Chase relax ever more. His beautiful body felt just right in her hands. This was the closest to making love to him she could achieve. She had control; it would not progress further. Her hands were loving him intimately even though her body couldn't.

As her hands worked their way down to his lower back, Kathleen rubbed down to the waistband of his underwear, except she felt no waistband, only bare skin. She felt a little below his waist to be sure. He was naked. "Chase!" she scolded. "Did you forget something?"

"Sorry," he said, embarrassed. "I'll go get them."

"No!" she exclaimed, holding him back. "It's alright. Just stay where you are," she said with a giggle. She thought about how much this would have pleased Molly to know Chase was lying naked in bed with his mother.

Chase had shed his underwear on an impulse before coming into his mother's room. Just walking into her space naked had given him a thrill. Whatever happened, he thought, sleeping naked with his mother was going to feel wonderful. Her hands on his body felt like the touch of an angel.

She resumed rubbing his back, thinking about his naked body under the covers. Her heart quivered at knowing his ass was bare under there. She continued rubbing his back, making her way naturally down his spine, eventually reaching his waist again. She fought the urge to go lower, and worked her way back up to his neck. She made the up and down circuit several more times.

Chase attempted to turn over and face his mother, but she firmly held his shoulders, gently persuading him to stay where he was. "Go to sleep, baby," she whispered softly. "Relax. Mommy loves you." Chase once again relaxed to where he was before his mother called him out on his nakedness. She lightly ran her fingers through his hair to finish him off. His breathing was steady and light. Under the influence of her gentle touch and the alcohol he'd consumed, he had drifted off to sleep, and had taken with him the temptation of doing something Kathleen would regret. She felt bittersweet relief at Chase finally being asleep. The temptation was gone, but so was the opportunity to make love to him. Her conscience was clear. Soon her head would be too, as soon as she slept off the menacing arousal she had worked up inside her.

Kathleen put an arm around her son and spooned up next to his naked body. She shared his pillow as tears formed in her eyes—tears of love and frustration. Chase had a clear head and an easy sleep. She kissed the back of his neck and held on to him, allowing the warmth of her son's body to lull her to sleep.

Chase slept deeply, unmoving. Kathleen's sleep was somewhat restless, and she turned over several times in fitful dreams. She awoke and looked at the clock. It was two in the morning with a long night still ahead. She had expected her sexual arousal to subside after falling asleep, but being in such close proximity to Chase's naked body had kept her subconscious on high alert, her vagina soaking wet.

She wanted to feel her bare skin on his. Chase would never know it if she lay naked with him for awhile. Kathleen sat up and slipped her nightgown off, laying it at the foot of the bed. She comforted herself by rolling back over against Chase's naked body and hugging him. Her breasts were still tender, although they felt good being lightly pressed against her son. He still didn't stir.

As Chase lay face down, Kathleen pressed every inch of her body against his, from her feet to her chin, making beautiful contact with as much skin as possible. How she wanted to make love to him! She lay for several minutes enjoying their mutual nakedness. She kissed his back tenderly with her tongue and her lips, making a trail of wet spots over to his shoulder.

She put her hand on his hip and rubbed down his thigh and back up. She couldn't resist getting in a small feel while her son was asleep. She didn't feel guilty; if he'd been awake, he would have loved her touching him. It was simpler this way. Kathleen allowed herself the enormous pleasure of feeling his ass with her hand. He was firm and muscular, just like he looked. She kissed his shoulder as she rubbed from one cheek to the next before wandering down to his legs. She put her other hand under the covers and felt his ass with both palms. He was ridiculously sexy. Kathleen felt a new surge of wetness from her pussy and spread her legs open in response. She was incredibly turned on and could do nothing about it. To allay her frustration, she slipped one leg over his hip, half mounting him and touching her extremely sensitive clitoris to his butt.

Kathleen helplessly dropped her forehead against his shoulder, her eyes closed, disbelieving how much she had just turned herself on with one touch. She instinctively pressed hard onto him, rubbing her vagina on the soft skin of his behind. She ground harder; she couldn't stop. The stimulation was driving her mad!

The grinding motion and wet feeling on his back from Kathleen's kisses woke Chase from a deep sleep. He lay unmoving, dimly aware that he was with someone. As consciousness trickled back in, Chase remembered he was in a strange bed and his mother had given him a back rub and now her whole body was touching him. He had no idea how long he'd been there.

He felt her grinding on him from behind. His cock sprung to life at the moment he realized Kathleen was rubbing her pussy on him. He felt his blood pressure rising, his lustful desire for his mom suddenly piquing. He could feel her wetness on his ass. Chase lay perfectly still; half awake, enjoying the furtive sensation of his mother lustfully using his body for her own enjoyment.

Kathleen hadn't realized that Chase was awake and continued half-humping her son. It wasn't that she was trying to wake him up; she was acting out of pure primal lust. She probably couldn't stop now if she wanted to.

As Chase's erection grew, it burrowed through the folds of the sheets, rhythmically pushing in under the thrusting weight of Kathleen's body against his ass. Chase had gone from deep sleep to full sexual arousal in less than half a minute. He could tolerate no more teasing, no more near-miss sexual encounters. His drive to have sex was maxed out, while his rational mind was idle.

Without warning, he rolled over and attacked her with his lips, kissing her feverishly while holding her face in his strong hands. He forced her flat onto her back. Kathleen gasped at Chase's dramatic coalescence. He kissed down to her tits and slurped up her nipples, one at a time, savoring their sweet feminine solace. In his immediate post-sleep reverie, Chase had only one thing on his mind: fuck his sexy mother. Nothing was going to stop him. He picked her legs up and put them over his shoulders.

Kathleen was surprised at her son's aggression, as though she had awoken a sleeping dragon! At this point, she knew he was going to do what he wanted with her, whether she allowed it or not. Being under the control of her stronger, much larger son was driving Kathleen insane with carnal lust. She said nothing to him, but maintained a submissive demeanor.

Chase positioned the head of his cock on her tiny wet slit and, without hesitation, thrust into his mom's vagina. Her slippery, engorged pussy readily accepted full penetration of his thick, young manhood.

"Ohhhh! Chase...Oh my Gah...baby..." she breathed as his ample width plowed through her needy pussy. Kathleen was totally taken by surprise. She had been teasing herself all night, with no intention of ever satisfying the lust that was slowly overwhelming her. Having her son's massive cock suddenly fill her was like slipping into a warm bath after a cold day outside. She did her best to keep quiet as she took his entire length.

Chase fucked her like a mad lover. He forced her legs back, pressing her knees into the bed beside her, lifting her pussy out above the rest of her body. Kathleen still had the remnants of a gymnast's flexibility, but ankles above the head normally required some stretching beforehand. Chase's forcing caused her some pain, but she stifled herself, letting out only a short squeal as his dick rammed in and out of her wide open pussy.




Uncomplicated Ch. 04



Kathleen's stretched hamstrings gradually relaxed as Chase put all of his weight onto his hands inside her knees, burying them into the mattress, her feet almost unnaturally resting above her head. She was completely helpless under Chase's weight. He had total control over her and didn't seem himself in this dominating role. The thrill of finally having Chase inside her was almost too much for Kathleen to fathom, and trumped the twinge of fear she was feeling right now in her helpless state.

Chase let go of her legs and put his hands on her tits, squeezing them lustfully. Kathleen put her elbows inside her knees to maintain her spread-wide position and silently moaned to herself at Chase's exploring hands. He pounded her hard, almost making the bed bounce under them. Kathleen was impressed with her 18-year-old son's stamina. Many lovers had said her tight pussy made it difficult to hold off orgasm. The bed was firm and rebounded her body, causing her to slap back against Chase with each violent thrust. Kathleen kept quiet, like a good little girlfriend, and held her knees down under her armpits, her ankles touching her ears in the sluttiest position possible.

Chase had no inkling what his mother felt at that moment; neither did he care. Fucking that sweet, wet, spread pussy was all that mattered. Up on his knees, he barely had to put any effort in to it, his mother contorting herself into the most easily accessible position. His mind was a blank slate, save for the encompassing lust that was driving his every action. He suddenly wanted to taste her body.

Chase quickly withdrew and forced Kathleen over onto her tummy. He pushed her legs open wide. Kathleen assisted by doing the splits for him, holding her legs straight out to the right and left. She lay down on her tummy, making her pussy easily accessible. Chase lustfully looked at his mother's pretty little ass and buried his face between her cheeks, shoving his tongue deep into her juicy hole while his nose burrowed into her butt. He single-mindedly consumed his mother's sexiness—tasting, smelling, licking every crevice she had in a mad frenzy, the pent-up tension lashing out through his tongue, willing her to yield to his darkest carnal desires. He was conscious of nothing else.

Feeling her son's face in her darkest crevice caused a ripple of dirty euphoria to emanate through Kathleen's belly. It was the most depraved thing she'd ever experienced, yet, she never wanted it to stop, reaching back and holding Chase's head down on her, pressing as hard as she could on the back of his head, allowing Chase to breathe only her from her deepest recesses.

Chase wriggled free of her hold and mounted her tiny ass. He reinserted into her vagina while Kathleen remained completely submissive. She loved his sexy weight pushing down on her ass, using her pussy for his own satisfaction. Feeling Chase's short pubic hair brush across her anus as he pumped her was causing a titillating frenzy inside Kathleen's belly. She could picture what he looked like, driving his firm hips into her, using her perfect, sexy body.

Chase fucked his mother like an alpha dog, maintaining complete control, manipulating her how he chose. He had never treated a lover this way; he was barely aware he was even doing it, acting under the direction of his id, not hindered by the rational thoughts of a fully conscious mind. He impulsively grabbed Kathleen's hair, pulling her head back while he rode her. Kathleen's neck ached in that awkward position, unable to move under Chase's reign. Chase held on tight to her hair, feeding his lustful subconscious with his manipulation.

Feeling his balls bounce on her clitoris was allaying any fear Kathleen was enduring due to her son's erratic behavior. Being manipulated and used by Chase went completely against every personality quality that made him who he was. Kathleen would have never guessed that such behavior would turn her on, but having raw, unbridled sex with the one for whom her love was deepest was stirring a desire she never knew existed. All of these strange emotions and sensations were coalescing into a beautiful orgasm. With her wide, exposed anus being scratched by his short pubic hair and her tender clitoris absorbing the impact of his constantly rebounding balls, Kathleen quietly climaxed under the domination of Chase's primal thrusting.

Chase was oblivious to his mother's ecstasy and hardly noticed the increase in her vagina's slipperiness, focused only on fucking her sexy body. He let go of her hair and put both hands on her little ass, pounding in unwavering cadence, as though he knew no other speed. Kathleen broke her silence and began quietly moaning as Chase maintained the pace.

Hearing his mother's voice turned a light on in Chase's head. Full consciousness took over as Chase became truly mindful of what he was doing. His mom's beautiful ass was spread wide in his hands, his thumbs nearly prying open her tight hole, wet with his own saliva, his hard cock deep inside her slippery, tight pussy. The awareness sent him over the edge and he immediately erupted inside her, ejaculating wad after wad of his creamy seed into the womb from whence he came. He slowed down as the pulsing subsided to find himself completely drained, gasping for air. He collapsed on his mother's back, trying to breathe.

Kathleen said nothing and waited patiently under his weight for her son to recover. She knew he had not been himself. The reptilian mind that had assumed control of Chase pushed his body to the limit. Several minutes later, Chase withdrew his softening erection from Kathleen's vagina. His breathing no longer labored, his sweaty back was beginning to cool him off. As his mind cleared, Chase slowly became aware of how he had just been mistreating his mom. He had dominated her. He forced her to have sex with him in unnatural positions. He had been treating her like a sex toy, an object.

Regretful anxiety soon washed over Chase. How could he have been such a tool to the woman he loved most? Still lying on top of her, he was afraid to look at her face. Thinking about what his mother must have gone through, he began to weep, softly at first, then more intensely, convulsing his body on top of Kathleen's.

She felt her son's shaking and heard the staccato exhales through his nose. "Baby, what's wrong?" Kathleen was immediately back into mothering mode.

Chase slid off of her back and put his face in her neck, hugging his mother tightly. He was too ashamed to look her in the eyes. "Forgive me."

"Forgive you? For what, honey?"

Chase continued to cry into her neck. Kathleen gently shushed him, unaware of the reason he was so upset. She was worried about him.

"I'm sorry I hurt you," he said through the sobs. "I don't know what came over me."

Kathleen breathed a sigh of relief. "You sweet boy! Baby, don't ever apologize for what happens between us. You didn't hurt me. Do you understand?"

"But, I was treating you like a rag doll. I've never done that to anyone. How could I have done that to you?" Chase wiped the tears from his face.

"Primal urges can make us do some crazy stuff," she comforted. "Believe it or not, it was a turn on for me, too." Kathleen put her mouth directly on his ear and whispered softly, "You made me cum, baby."

"Oh my God; no way!" Chase was incredulous.

"I swear to God. Next time, though, let me stretch my legs before you do that. I'm going to feel that tomorrow."

Chase laughed. "I'm sor—I mean okay."

Kathleen hugged her son tight and held him. Chase melted into her, the world revolving around them. "Don't let go," he said to her. She lovingly obliged her son's request.

"I love you, baby."

Chase kissed Kathleen's neck as he nuzzled into her. In their loving, naked embrace, she finally fell into deep sleep for the rest of the night.

Kathleen awoke from the dim light of morning sunshine trying to find its way past the gaps around the opaque curtains of their hotel room. She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling, reliving in her mind what had transpired in the bed a few hours ago. She gave an audible sigh. "Oh, God," she said, contemplating how she was going to tell this to Jon.

Chase awoke to his mother's voice and rolled over to kiss her shoulder. Kathleen was as beautiful as ever. He sensed the tension in her body and cuddled up next to her. "Don't worry," he said.

"Oh, baby, I wish it was that easy. This is really going to complicate things with your dad and me. Going behind his back is new territory for us, not to mention it was with our own son!"

"Your son wanted you so bad," he said, rubbing the back of her neck. As he reached around her head to rub her neck, Kathleen couldn't help but admire Chase's firm chest, biting her bottom lip in lustful silence. She relived the feeling of Chase holding her down on the bed while he fucked her. Chase coaxed her to turn away so he could rub her shoulders. "Aahh!" Kathleen exclaimed as the tight muscles gave way to strong fingers. "God, you're good at that, baby!"

Chase rubbed slowly down her bare back, easing her tension. Kathleen mulled over in her mind how she would broach the subject with Jon. She still wasn't sure, but while Chase's hands were on her, everything seemed okay. Chase let his hands creep below her waist, kneading the soft flesh of her cute butt, not in an overtly sexual way, but the way a familiar lover would caress his sweetheart. Chase eased up when he felt the last of her muscle tension melt away.

"We'd better get up and hit the road," she said. Chase watched his slender, naked mom roll off the opposite side of the bed and attempt to stand up. "Ohhh!" she exclaimed, feeling the effects of her strained hamstrings from Chase's rough handling last night. "Aahh!" she yelled, forcing herself to stand straight up. "I don't feel 25 anymore," she said, rubbing her legs.

Chase felt a little guilty for her pain this morning. He still didn't know what came over him; he was just glad his mother wasn't upset with him. He watched her pretty little ass walk into the bathroom before he got up and went to his own room to get a shower. Alone with his thoughts, Molly was on his mind. He suddenly missed her. His attention had been so focused on Kathleen that he had hardly given his sister a second thought this weekend. Now he wanted to be with her. He had a surprise to tell her. He hoped she would accept the reality of him and his mother having sex the same way she readily accepted her fantasies.

Chase and Kathleen talked little about their late night tryst as they drove home, except to agree that Kathleen would be the one to break the news to Jon. Inasmuch as Chase practically raped her, she felt responsible for allowing their intimacy to progress that far. Besides, it was really good sex, despite the pain in her legs. She relived it several times in her head during their long drive home.

~ ~ ~

In a long line of cars in the busy terminal, a skycap loaded Jon's bags into the trunk of his car. Jon tipped him five bucks before crawling into the passenger seat, happy to be on the last leg of his trip.

"Hi, Daddy!" greeted Molly from the driver's seat. "Did you save the company?"

Jon laughed. "I sure did! I'll be the toast of the office tomorrow morning," he said, jokingly.

Molly leaned over to kiss him, putting her hand on his cheek. They kissed sweetly several seconds before releasing. Jon felt his heart rate increase at Molly's kind greeting. "I missed you," he said.

"I missed you too. I missed all of you. I can't wait for us all to be together," Molly said, her subtle hint quietly imploring him to break his silence about their affair.

"You poor thing! I bet you were lonely in that big house by yourself."

"Tisha kept me busy; it was okay."

"Are Chase and your mom back yet?" he asked.

"No. At least they weren't when I left," she said as she drove them out of the terminal.

Jon thought about the inevitable drama that was going to have to happen sooner or later when he revealed to Kathleen what he and Molly had secretly done. He thought he should feel guilty about what happened, but he didn't. It shouldn't have happened, he thought, but he would have the memory of that beautiful lovemaking forever. He looked at Molly's creamy thighs sitting in the driver's seat. He felt ashamed that he wanted to reach over and touch her.

He shamefully forced himself to look at the road. His weekend had been very busy, but still managed to be sexually charged with Carmen around. She had made her usual flirtatious advances, and he had made his casual rejections. Sometimes he thought it didn't matter how he responded to her; she just liked flirting. Regardless, he was once again bursting at the seams with unfulfilled sexual energy. He did his best to keep from directing his lustful thoughts toward his daughter. Perhaps he and Kathleen could find each other tonight? No, he thought, not until we talk about what happened. He could feel the frustration building. He still didn't know how he was going to talk about it. He needed to just man up.

They arrived home to find Kathleen's car in the garage. Molly was giddy with anticipation at seeing her family once again. She walked into the kitchen to find Chase and Kathleen setting the table for dinner, eagerly anticipating the chili Molly had been cooking in the crock pot all day. The spicy sweet aroma hung in the house like a welcome home banner.

"Hi, baby!" exclaimed Kathleen and gave her daughter a kiss and a hug. She moved on to Jon, while Molly moved on to Chase. "I missed you," Molly quietly whispered in his ear. Once the welcome home euphoria began to wear off, they were all suddenly aware of how famished they were. Molly served up bowls of chili and they all enjoyed a well-deserved family dinner.

The conversation focused on the college campus and their experience. Jon and Kathleen were both happy that their son was going to get off to a good start in his education, but their minds were distracted by guilty consciences. They had each blatantly disregarded their agreed-upon rule and were dreading the consequences. Jon and Kathleen individually resolved to bring the subject up tonight, and deal with whatever followed. They were each painfully unaware that their fears were unfounded, each other's transgression graciously cancelled out by their reciprocated mistakes. If they were in danger of anything, it would be failing to talk about it with each other.

Late in the evening Chase unpacked his bags and flopped down on his bed, reveling in its familiar comfort—familiar except for one thing: It smelled different. It smelled...pretty. He buried his nose in the pillow and quickly solved the mystery. The scent of Molly's body spray emanated from the sheets and the pillow, arousing him with her phantom presence. Just then, Molly quietly opened the door and walked in. Chase looked up at her with one eye, his nose still buried in the pillow.

"Someone's been sleeping in my bed," he said in a muffled voice.

"Guilty as Goldilocks," she said, raising up her right hand.

"Now I'm going to smell like a girl," he complained.

"Trust me, it will be an improvement, chief," she said, sitting down on the bed. "How was the campus?"

"Awesome. It's an amazing place—the engineering school is first-class," he said, gathering his dirty laundry from the floor. "There are a lot of cool guys in my dorm, too. They were all lusting after Mom," he remarked with a chuckle.

"Typical," Molly commented. "Did you and Mom enjoy each other's company?" she asked in a teasing tone, half-expecting Chase to reply with a snarky joke. He said nothing as he dropped the clothes in the hamper. Chase turned around and glanced up at her briefly before looking down at his feet. He felt the blood rush to his head.

"Chase?" Molly appealed. "Are you blushing?"

"No!" Chase implored weakly.

"Why are you smiling?"

"I'm not smiling," he said, smiling.

"Why don't you answer my question?"

He wanted to, but he just couldn't get his mouth to form the words. Molly got up from the bed and grabbed his hands, interlocking fingers and pushing him backward into the wall, holding his hands against it. "Chase?" she said, a little more insistent. "Is there something you want to tell me?" she asked accusingly. Chase looked at her with a weak grin, at a loss for words, and then looked at his feet again. Molly bent down and looked up at him from beneath to force eye contact, still holding him against the wall. He was obviously holding something back. "What? What is it? What did you do?"

"Um..." he began, hesitantly. Molly waited patiently. "Mom and I..." Molly squeezed his hands tight. "...had a nice dinner together," he said, giggling nervously.

She let go with her right hand long enough to get a quick punch in his stomach before grabbing his hand again. Chase continued to giggle through the pain. "What else did you do?" She was very serious.

"We, um...spent the night together."

Molly pressed her body against his, their noses just an inch apart, her blue eyes wide and sober, piercing into his. "And?"

Chase feared what was coming after the next admission. He stuttered through his one-sentence confession. "And...uh...we...Mom and I...made love."

Molly didn't respond, but allowed the revelation to course through her body from her ears to her feet in a chilly cascade. She couldn't believe the words as they echoed in her head. She stared blankly for several seconds, and then suddenly kissed her brother. Gentle caressing of tongues quickly turned to feverish kisses, as she continued to hold his hands against the wall. "Say it again," she commanded softly, without parting lips.

"Mom and I," he said between eager kisses, "made love." Molly let go of his hands and grabbed his face, kissing him ever more lustfully.

"Oh my God," she said into his lips. "Oh my God," she repeated in a serious tone, kissing down his neck. "I can't believe this." She could hardly contain her emotions, and was giving Chase mixed signals. She was lustfully kissing him but seemed agitated.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Molly stopped kissing and leaned her forehead against Chase's, breathing loudly from the sudden burst of passion. She held a secret. It was a beautiful secret that she alone knew. She relaxed her tense body and melted into Chase's arms. She needed to just enjoy the moment alone in her mind before letting the genie out of the bottle.

"Bun?" Chase asked, still a little confused. "Are you okay?"

"Was it wonderful?" she asked, still hugging him.

Chase grinned, embarrassed. "It was, um...the strangest thing I ever did."

"I suppose it was," she agreed, pulling away and looking at him.

"No, you don't understand. We slept in the same bed together both nights, but it was so innocent, Molly! We were just sleeping. But last night, after kind of flirting all day, we went to bed both feeling the pinch of sexual tension. Neither of us wanted to cross the line, because...well, you know."

Molly nodded. Their parents' rejection of their proposal had been weighing on her mind for days.

"So we woke up in the middle of the night, both with lust-filled heads from teasing each other all day. And, I don't know, Molly, I just went off."

"What do you mean?"

"I was barely awake, and all of the sudden I just jumped on her. I had no control over my urges; I just took what I wanted. I didn't even know or care if she was okay with it. I just went at her. I didn't know anything other than how much I wanted her."

Molly couldn't believe what she was hearing. She couldn't imagine her brother treating any woman that way, let alone their mother. "Jesus, Chase! Did you hurt her? You didn't hurt her did you?"

He shook his head. "No. But, afterward I felt like I had. I cried in her arms like a baby, begging her forgiveness. She told me not to apologize; I didn't hurt her. Then she told me being surprised and dominated like that turned her on. She was totally into it the whole time. Now I kind of think she led me to it. Holy shit, Molly, she knows how to push buttons!"




Uncomplicated Ch. 04



"Ha! And you don't?" she said, kissing his chin.

"I'm sorry, pot! Did you just call the kettle black?" he returned.

"I guess we all know how to push buttons," Molly admitted. "Except for Dad, maybe. That brings me to something I need to tell you."

"What about Dad?" he asked.

"I have a confession to make," she announced. "It's as big as the one you just revealed."

Chase sat down on the bed, his knees suddenly feeling a little wobbly. "Okay?"

"The night you and Mom slept with me in my bed," she began. "I wasn't there the whole time."

Chase's eyes grew wide as he realized what she meant. "Wait, you...and Dad?"

Molly nodded, her serious eyes watching Chase. She didn't know how he was going to take the news. She anxiously awaited his reaction.

"Oh, wow, Bun," he said, looking down and running both hands through his hair. Even though he and his sister had been scheming how to both make love to their parents, hearing it become reality was a bit of a shock. He took a moment to internalize the thought of the love of his life in bed with his dad. It hurt a little; she was having sex with somebody else, after all. But the thought of sharing her with his dad was strangely comforting at the same time, as though they were challenging each other to love Molly more than the other. But then a thought hit him.

"Wait, how did he allow that to happen? We all know about his flat-out rejection."

Molly sat down on the bed next to him. She looked over at him sheepishly and then back down at her lap. "He didn't."

Chase eyed her quizzically.

"At least, not at first." She gritted her teeth in an embarrassed smile. "I kind of snuck in on him in the dark while he was asleep. He thought I was Mom."

Chase's eyes grew to the size of saucers. "Holy shit! You devious little minx!"

"Oh, like your behavior was any better with Mom!" she retorted.

"At least she knew who was accosting her," he pointed out weakly. "So, when did he figure out who you were?"

"When he touched me. I don't feel like Mom."

Chase laughed. "Your body's more comfortable than Mom's."

Molly gave him a kiss and looked at him with a smile. "That's a very sweet way to say that, little brother."

"So what did he do?" Chase prodded.

"He fucking flipped out!"

"But he didn't kick you out."

"Kick me out of bed? Are you kidding?" she said with a wry grin.

"Only a fool would do that," he agreed, kissing her tenderly. "Wait," he said, interrupting the kiss. "Why didn't you tell me about this before?"

Molly nodded her head, looking at her lap. "I wanted to. I so wanted to, Chase! But he wouldn't let me. He insisted on telling Mom himself first. But he just didn't do it. I think he needed to save face after breaking his own rule, and he didn't know how to go about it. He promised me he would tell her when you two got back."

"Do you think he has?"

"I don't know. And now Mom has a similar confession to make."

The light bulb finally lit in Chase's head. Molly had been waiting for this moment. She kept silent and waited for him to respond.

At last, Chase startled at the revelation of what awaited their family. He looked at Molly like a kid at Christmas. "We have to tell them!"

Molly casually touched his cheek and gave him a long, slow, wet, tender kiss, rubbing the hair back off his ear before looking him straight in the eyes. "No, baby. We have to show them."

Chase touched Molly's face in response to her lascivious suggestion. She had never called him 'baby' before. It was comforting beyond measure. "How?" he asked, kissing her neck.

"Mmm...This needs to be done with firm conviction, otherwise they'll never do it," she said, enjoying the wetness that Chase was imparting to her neck.

Chase kissed down to her chest, pulling the neckline of her thin strapped tank top down, exposing her bra. Molly breathed louder with a slight moan. God, she missed him!

"You mean make them do it?" he asked, a little puzzled.

"I mean, make it happen before they know it's even happening."

"When?" he asked.

"Tonight. I know what to do. Do you want to sleep in their bed?" Molly pulled Chase's shirt over his head, and then unbuckled his belt.

The mere suggestion of entering their parents' bed on a sexual pretense made his heart skip a beat. Chase nodded. He traced the thin strap of her top down to her chest and cupped his hands over her breasts, pushing the top up. He could feel her hard nipples under the fabric as his palms worked up her shirt, little by little. Soon his hands were on her bra. Chase slid the top easily over Molly's head. He kissed her while he unfastened her strap in the back and slipped her bra off.

Molly's bare breasts jiggled as she hopped up off the bed and grabbed hold of the waistband of Chase's shorts and slid them down to his knees. Chase lay back while Molly pulled them the rest of the way off. She lustfully eyed his naked body laying on the bed, his long, erect cock resting on his firm belly. Chase sat up and unfastened his sister's shorts, peeling them down, being careful not to move her panties.

"Step back," Chase gently commanded. Molly obliged, stepping backward out of her clothes on the floor. She looked exactly like she did the night they discovered their love for each other, when they were down in the basement, exploring the mutual sexual attraction that they hadn't yet realized existed. Her curvy body was stunningly sexy. He felt even more attracted to her now than when he first laid eyes on her half-naked form all those weeks ago.

 "You're so beautiful," he stated simply.

Molly straddled her brother, placing her left nipple on his lips. Chase hungrily suckled on his sister, slurping her entire areola into his mouth, evoking a long exhale from Molly as he fondled her other breast in his hand. Molly pressed her panty-clad pussy against his hard dick, rubbing hard up and down. Her wetness immediately erupted into her panties, moistening Chase's cock as she stimulated her clitoris.

Chase pushed Molly's panties down over her wide hips as far as they would go in her current position on his lap. Molly felt her brother's wandering fingers slide down her crack as he kissed her, rubbing the tender area between her cheeks, just above her anus. She loved getting touched there! She moaned lightly as his middle finger finally slipped across her butthole and continued on until it met with the fresh slipperiness of her pussy. "Oh, fuck! We're going to have a good night!" Molly was getting hotter and hotter as their sex-play continued.

Chase was anxiously looking forward to what they would do with their parents, but, he was starting to get overcome by desire for Molly. He stood up, picking Molly up with him, and turned around, facing the bed. He gently laid her back on the bed with a bounce of the mattress and immediately grabbed her panties and pulled them to her ankles. He got on his knees in anticipation of burying his cock in her wet pussy.

"Wait. Not here," she said. Molly sat up and put her hands out to Chase, who helped her to her feet. She walked over to the door and cracked it open to look down the hall. It was dark except for the light in the kitchen. She took Chase's hand and they quietly crept down the hall naked to their parents' bedroom.

The room was dark and Jon and Kathleen had not yet come to bed. Molly quickly pulled back the covers on Kathleen's side of the bed and crawled in. Chase followed and lay down next to her in the middle of the large bed. They pulled the covers over them completely and kissed.

"Now what?" Chase asked.

"You're in bed with a naked chick. Use your imagination," she quipped.

Chase scooted down to taste Molly's huge tits again. He felt like he could spend all night loving her breasts. He caressed the soft, warm goodness of her large nipple with his tongue, causing Molly to sigh loudly at his loving touch. Around and around his tongue traced her areola around her hard nipple. Sucking it in with a loud noise, he moved on to the other one, and got it equally wet and erect. He fingered them with his index fingers as he moved down lower. He had been thinking about his sister's pussy all day. He wanted to taste her again.

"Oh, God! Oh, God, yes! Do that!" she said as his chin brushed past her pubic hair on its way to her labia. Chase buried his nose in her pussy and licked up what had begun to drip down her crack. Chase drove his hard cock into the sheets of his parents' bed, his libido given a sudden boost by the taste and smell of his beautiful sister's pussy. Molly's knees pushed up the covers on the bed as she spread her legs for her brother. Holding down on the back of his head, she moaned in ecstasy, his tongue exploring around her clit and down into her canal.

Molly lay under the covers, her knees apart, her lover's head down on her pussy, thinking about how good this night could be. If only her parents would accept what she was going to give them. Her wet pussy made still wetter by Chase's saliva, Molly felt a sudden need to feel her brother deep inside her. His tongue was working magic, but she needed to feel the fullness that his large cock could give her. With both hands, she gently tugged on his head, coaxing him back up.

The moist heat under the covers was beginning to get uncomfortable, and Chase threw them off as he scooted up on his knees, enjoying the sudden coolness of the air. He effortlessly thrust into her, filling Molly's pussy with his large manhood. Molly kissed him, eagerly tasting her own female juice on his lips and chin.

Molly reached her arms out to her side, gathering a fistful of sheets in each hand, holding on tight while Chase fucked her, up on his knuckles. As their eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could see his firm abdomen powering his body into her, his hard chest flexed while supporting his weight. She had an impulse to talk dirty to him, but she kept her mouth shut. She didn't want Chase to cum yet. She needed him to last tonight.

Kathleen nervously sorted out the contents of her luggage in the laundry room. The house was quiet and Jon was in the study filing away some paperwork. She needed to tell him about what happened this weekend, and this was the time to do it. She threw her pile of dirty laundry into the hamper and walked down the hall to the study.

"So, how did our high-tech hero fair in California?" she asked as she walked into the office.

Jon laughed. "What a mess they made! It was the longest weekend of my life. But in the end we pulled off a miracle."

"I bet Joe will be kissing your ass tomorrow," Kathleen laughed.

"He damned well better! We both will end up smelling like roses after this. I'm telling you, Kathleen, if this doesn't net me Joe's job, I don't know what will. I'll be very surprised if we don't both end up with promotions." Jon was beaming. He had left a broken man, and come back a hero.

"I'm proud of you, honey! I guess this more than makes up for missing out on Chase's weekend." Kathleen had resolved to tell Jon no matter what, but she just couldn't bring herself to ruin his day. Her confession could wait. She gingerly sat down in a chair across from the desk, feeling the dull ache in the back of her legs left over from the unbridled sex she had with her son last night.

"So, was Chase impressed?"

"Hmm?" she asked absentmindedly. "Oh, yes!" she said, remembering the real reason for their trip. "The campus is beautiful! And the engineering school is top-notch. Lots of good people there; Chase made the right decision."

"Good. I knew it would be a good fit. A lot of brilliant thinkers have come out of that school."

"So, I haven't seen much of Molly; was she okay this weekend?" Kathleen asked.

"Oh, yeah," he assured. "I think she was lonely." Jon felt bad that Molly had to be by herself all weekend. He had thought of her often, and the amazing night they had together last week.

Jon looked at his beautiful wife, admiring her pretty legs. He wanted her. He missed her. He needed desperately to make love to her again. But he couldn't just jump into bed with her right now—not with his indiscretions with Molly on his mind. He needed to tell her. Such a serious revelation was going to spoil any chances of them making love for awhile, he figured. It was possible she would never forgive him. Then he would be unable to be with either of the women he loved so much. His heart ached. He wished he could just start over with the kids' proposal with a more open mind. He had made things so complicated.

"Kathleen," he began. His courage was mustered as high as he would ever get it.

"Yes?" she replied.

"Last week, Molly and I..." His resolve faltered.

"Uh huh? You and Molly?"

"We, uh...forgot to clean up the sawdust under her window when we fixed her curtain rod."

"Oh." Kathleen was a little puzzled by the oddly dramatic way he put that. "Well, you know where the vacuum is."

"Yes. I'm sorry about that."

"I'm going to get changed for bed."

"Okay. I've got some more work to do."

"Good night," she said, and left.

Jon let his head fall to the desk, banging it with his forehead. He lifted his head and let it drop to the desk once more, his conscience still stuck in the same place it had been for days.

Kathleen went into the master bathroom and into the closet, where she shed her clothes. She didn't hear her kids having sex in her bed. Naked, she searched her drawer for the nightgown she wanted to wear.

Molly, seeing the light from the bathroom around the corner, reached around Chase and pulled the covers back over them. "I think Mom is here." Instinctively, Chase moved to roll off of her. Molly grabbed his ass and firmly held him inside her. "Don't stop," she said, licking his ear. Going against his instincts, Chase continued fucking his sister, oddly turned on by the guarantee of getting caught by their mother.

Kathleen held her hands up as the nightgown slipped down over her naked body. She walked into the bathroom and checked her face in the mirror, having already taken off her makeup. Kathleen went into the bedroom to turn down the bed. She smiled, startled by the moving lump in the bed. "What...is going on here?" she asked the lump, not knowing whether it was Chase or Molly, both. They didn't respond. Chase remained hard inside his sister, although he stopped moving. "Molly?" Kathleen said, and grabbed the covers, revealing her naked son on top of her naked daughter.

Kathleen gasped at the sight. "What are you...Oh my God!" she uttered as she threw the covers back over them. "Are you...enjoying yourselves? Right here? In my bed? In front of me?" Molly partially threw the covers back off, revealing their topless forms.

Molly held out her hand. "Don't go," she said to her mother.

"I'm not the one that's leaving!" Kathleen truly didn't know how to react. The sight she was beholding was beautiful. There was nothing she wanted more than to know exactly what her kids were doing, but this was more than she bargained for. Kathleen sat down on the bed. "Why are you in here?"

"We're here to help you," Molly said, as Chase resumed gentle thrusting.

Kathleen noticed her son's movement. "Oh, God!"

Molly kicked the covers all the way off, exposing Chase's naked ass as he slowly and gently pumped his sister.

"I really shouldn't be seeing this," Kathleen said, her eyes glued to Chase's ass. Her juices were already flowing, and Kathleen began to ponder what her kids had in mind, exactly. She was afraid that Jon would be coming in any minute. "Your father is coming to bed soon and he's not going to like this."

"I have a feeling he won't mind it so much," Molly reasoned.

"What makes you think that?" Kathleen returned.

"It's going to be amazing, Mom. Just trust me. Can I lay my head in your lap?"

Kathleen's mind went blank, except for the lovemaking she was witnessing. She tried to remind herself that she should be upset about what she was seeing, but she knew they were all way beyond that now. She decided to trust her daughter and obliged Molly's suggestion by climbing behind her head, arranging pillows so she could lean back comfortably. Molly lay her head in her mother's lap. Her large breasts jiggled as Chase began thrusting again. Kathleen caressed Molly's hair in nervous anticipation. Her children were so beautiful! From this angle, she could see the silhouette of Chase's hard cock disappear inside Molly's pussy repeatedly. His sexy, firm chest flexed under his own weight. Kathleen leaned forward and Chase indulged her with a tender kiss, caressing her tongue, and then paused.

Molly was watching them from below. Chase and Kathleen smiled at each other as Molly pushed Chase toward Kathleen, and they kissed again, this time much longer, with a building passion. Chase could hardly believe it was happening—tasting his mother's sweet lips while deep inside his sister.

Molly moaned at the beautiful display of affection. It was turning her on to a whole new level of arousal.

Just then, Jon walked into the bathroom to take off his clothes. He followed his usual routine of brushing his teeth before stripping naked and flipping off the lights.

Chase heard his father coming in and instinctively stopped moving. They all watched him climb into bed, his eyes not yet adjusted to the dark room. Jon went to grab the covers and noticed the extra bodies in bed with him.

"What the...!"

Molly reached over and grabbed his hand, holding it tight. Chase bravely resumed fucking Molly.

Jon scanned the faint silhouettes in the bed next to him, disbelieving what his eyes were trying to tell him. He could make out Kathleen's form leaning against the headboard. "Kathleen?" he implored.

Kathleen reached over and felt his abdomen, sliding her hand down to his package, where she felt his balls. She grasped his soft penis and stroked it several times in a loving welcome gesture, and in a plea to accept the inconceivable lovemaking going on in his bed. He said nothing more as his cock began to grow at Kathleen's touch. Jon didn't know whether to be appalled or aroused. He felt the sexual frustration he had been enduring for the past several days begin to evaporate in the calm, dark atmosphere of his bedroom. He hadn't expected this, and he wasn't sure what was going to happen, but the comfort he was feeling right this second trumped all other emotions. He lay down on his side and accepted the sight of the unspeakably beautiful sex going on right next to him.

Molly put her legs up high for Chase, and he drove into her harder, leaning down to kiss her. Molly put her arms around his head and held him tight while she whispered in his ear. "Don't cum, Chase. Save it for Mom."

"Do you want to watch me fuck Mom?" he whispered. As the lurid words dripped off his tongue, his passion gained a climactic new summit. Neither Kathleen nor Jon could hear what they were saying.

"Yes," she whispered sweetly. "But, not like you did last night. Be gentle with her. Make love to her."

Chase had to slow down. Just talking about it was going to make him cum. He kissed Molly gently while he held still, waiting on the feeling of the approaching orgasm to recede. His heart beat hard in his chest, his sexual arousal above and beyond what he had thought was it's peak, anticipating what his sister had graciously arranged for him and his mother.

Molly waited for Chase to withdraw before she got up on her knees and turned around to face Kathleen. Without saying a word, she gently slipped Kathleen's nightgown over her head, tossing it to her dad. Jon caught it and held it close to him, anxiously awaiting what would happen next. Molly leaned into her mother to whisper in her ear, her bare nipples brushing against Kathleen's. She loved how it felt, and made some subtle sideways movements to accentuate the exquisite intimate contact, pausing silently at her mother's ear to prolong the sensation. At last, she finally spoke. "Chase is going to make love to you now." She said it loud enough for Jon to hear.




Uncomplicated Ch. 04



Kathleen glanced at Jon. He lay on his side, clutching her nightgown, his eyes now adjusted to the room, and gazing at the two beautiful, naked women. He said nothing, but his pleasant expression was all the acceptance Kathleen needed. Molly scooted out of the way and gently brought her mother's head to Chase's, encouraging them to kiss. Molly lay down with her back to Jon and scooted her soft behind against his erection. Jon put his arm around his daughter and they watched quietly together.

Kathleen nimbly lay down in front of Chase in the same position Molly had been in, her legs resting on top of Chase's thighs, her pert breasts heaving slightly in breathless anticipation. Chase leaned down and kissed his mother deeply, slipping his tongue into her eager mouth, and then kissing down to her chin. The night before, he had mindlessly fucked her brains out. Tonight, he was going to make love to his mom. He kissed her neck, tasting her sweet skin, smelling her, savoring the moment of anticipation before he would penetrate the vagina that gave him birth; making love to the sexiest woman he'd ever known.

Chase's hard dick positioned at the opening of his mother's wet, quivering, shaven pussy. Kathleen touched his face, anticipating the full feeling that her son's wide cock was going to provide. "Are you ready, baby?" she asked softly. She reached down and pressed on his ass with her other hand; her palm spread wide open across his crack, nudging him toward her. "Are you ready for me?" she asked again, her voice high, as if she was much younger. Kathleen allowed the hand she had on his ass to relax, letting her fingers come together, no longer taught, no longer braced from falling between his cheeks. Her middle two fingers dipped in and touched him, not in the way a young girl would, but in a way an experienced lover knew would turn him on. Chase had never before felt someone's loving fingers there before. He welcomed his mother's exploring hands with both surprise and full consent.

She pressed him harder, nudging him into her. His hard tool, still glistening with wetness from Molly's vagina, effortlessly plunged into his mother. "Oh, God, baby!" Kathleen exclaimed. The sudden shock of her son's large penis invading her small pussy was exquisite! Her arm slammed down on the bed, her hand desperately grasping for Molly, who grabbed it and brought it to her lips, shushing her mother while she held her hand.

Chase put his weight on his knees, but held his body down close to his mother, touching her breasts with his firm chest while he drove into her.

Molly was finally witnessing the adulterous intimacy she had fantasized about. Just watching Chase's sexy body in lovemaking motion was nearly enough to make her cum, but when it was their mother his sexy hips were driving into, their mother whom he was kissing softly, it was almost too much. "Look at him, Mom. Look at his beautiful eyes. He loves you so much!" Molly couldn't contain her enthusiasm.

Kathleen nodded, gazing into Chase's blue-gray eyes as he effortlessly glided through her engorged, slickly lined canal, her sexy secretions mixing with Molly's and Chase's inside her womb. Chase never looked away from her eyes, even when he gently kissed her, and stroked her at the pace he knew she wanted. Kathleen looked into her son's beautiful eyes and attempted to speak, but her open mouth was silent.

Jon watched with an almost guilty pleasure this sexy young man make exquisite love to his wife. He had seen Kathleen off to have sex with other men countless times, but he'd not once witnessed it with his own eyes. He had never wanted to—until now. None of those men had ever really made love to her—until now. Chase was making love to her, kissing, stroking, gazing—loving her the way she deserved.

Kathleen moved to spread her legs wider and Chase helped her by getting back on his knees. He took her by the inside of her knees and pushed them back. Kathleen grimaced at the pain; she was still feeling it from last night. After awhile, her muscles relaxed enough that she could contort without pain.

He didn't want to handle her like he did last night, but he couldn't resist taking advantage of her gymnast's flexibility once more. He slowly, gently pushed her knees down onto the bed, sliding his hands up to her calves and helping them down to touch the bed behind her head, until she was contorted into the most extreme sexy position, her pussy pointed toward the ceiling, her ass cheeks gaping open. Chase easily fucked her deeply as Molly looked on in amazement.

"That is so sexy!" Molly exclaimed to her dad. "I didn't know she could do something like that."

"Your mom has a very special body," Jon said with a laugh.

"Oh my God," Molly said under her breath as she watched Chase's firm ass drive his cock into Kathleen's wide-open pussy, pushed unnaturally out above the rest of her contorted body. Kathleen, encouraged by Molly's comments decided to show off her talents just a little, and slowly stretched, raising her head, bending her knees, until she was able to tuck her ankles behind her head. It was a beautiful thing to see, and Molly couldn't get enough of it.

Molly got up onto her knees, within reach of her brother and mother and reached out to touch them. Their lovemaking was the sexiest sight she had ever beheld, and she just wanted to feel them. Chase moaned as he felt his sister's hand creep onto the soft skin of his behind, rubbing, caressing every inch of it, her fingers occasionally probing between his cheeks, while her other hand touched Kathleen's breasts. She encouraged Chase to keep thrusting by pressing on his ass the same way his mother had. Her hand slipped down to his scrotum and held it against Kathleen's ass, allowing it to rub slightly up and down on her tender orifice with each thrust. The feeling of Chase's balls on her ass and Molly's hand on her tits was nothing short of ecstasy for Kathleen. She licked Chase's neck, making a trail down to his chest and back up.

Chase looked down at his mother's folded, naked body and suddenly had an overwhelming urge to taste her, to drink from the sweet fountain that was so luridly presented. He pulled out without warning and slammed face-first into her spread open pussy, lapping up the medley of fluids inside. Kathleen gasped at Chase's urgent quaffing, captivated by his profound insistence on consuming her every crevice. He pushed his nose deep into her pussy while his tongue pressed against her anus, prying it open slightly with the tip, wiggling stiffly, persistently, finally gaining entrance. Kathleen maintained her contorted position, liberally offering her ass and pussy for her son's salacious appetite.

Jon and Molly were both ready to burst with arousal. Jon had been intently watching his daughter's bent-over ass while she was rubbing the two lovers. He reached out and touched Molly's foot. The touch sparked a desire in Molly that she had nearly neglected, being so enraptured by the lovemaking of her mother and brother. It was time to consummate their share of this beautiful tryst. It was time to feel her daddy inside her.

Molly spread her knees apart on the bed and lowered her head, looking back at Jon, seductively. Jon took her cue and got on his knees behind his voluptuous daughter. The beauty of Molly's ass in that position made Jon's hard dick impossibly harder. She spread her legs even further as he approached her, pressing her tits into the mattress, parting her glistening slit, opening up her ass for her daddy to see. She was ready, right now.

Kathleen was watching them as the two assumed their sex position. Jon scooted up behind Molly and dragged his massive erection down the crack of her warm ass, on its way to her slippery slit. "God, Jon!" Kathleen exclaimed. "Be gentle. Don't hurt my baby." Kathleen was concerned about the sheer size of Jon's tool being applied to her little girl.

Chase stopped pleasuring his mother and watched, allowing Kathleen to relax and straighten her body out. Molly laid her face on the bed, looking at the other two, her ass high in the air, her facial expression a mix of pain and pleasure as Jon penetrated her teen pussy, her wide open mouth revealing the temporary discomfort she was enduring. Kathleen was on her back, in reach of her daughter, and brushed the hair on her head with her fingers, tempering her pain while Jon worked himself further into her. Molly let out a high-pitched moan as the pain faded to pleasure, her ass pushed out as far as it could go for her daddy.

Jon watched her ass jiggle wonderfully with each thrust, his hips slamming into her soft cushion, his balls brushing against her pubic hair. He grabbed one of her shoulders and held her body back against him as he stopped thrusting and began grinding against her soft, warm ass—an ass softer and sweeter than any he'd ever pressed his thighs against.

Chase moved over and lay on his back, with his head near Molly's. Molly kissed the lips of his inverted head, smelling and tasting the remnant juices from her mother's vagina on his chin, while Jon continued stroking her wet pussy. Kathleen slid onto Chase and brought her head near her two children's. Chase stopped kissing Molly long enough to give his mother the same attention. Kathleen was feeling gratitude on the heaviest order. She knew it was her daughter that had brilliantly orchestrated this tryst. It was her daughter that understood how beautiful expressing their forbidden love could be. Her lips found Molly's and she gave her the same sweet kiss she had just given Chase. Chase's cock found the entrance to his mother's vagina once again and he slipped it in, his body bearing the full weight of his mother. Kathleen wailed in ecstasy at being penetrated again by her son.

The two women lingered near each other, kissing lightly, each enjoying the quiet moans of the other, sharing their lovemaking experience in gentle solidarity. It was the most beautiful thing they had experienced together. For Molly, this was her sexual dream fulfilled—sharing her true love with the most important woman in the world. For Kathleen, it was seeing the happiness her kids provided each other shared in such a natural and loving way. It was how they were willing to make open love, not only for their own benefit, but to help their parents find a new way of maintaining their physical love.

"Make her cum, Chase," Molly said to her brother, her lips touching Kathleen's. She wanted to experience her mother having an orgasm with her beautiful lover at the helm. She kissed her mother, tenderly grazing her tongue. "We love you so much," Molly said to Kathleen. "Cum for us." She kissed her again. "Make her cum, Chase." Talking to her mother this way was working up her own orgasm. The more she talked, the hotter she got. She sensed it was working for Kathleen too as her breathing was getting heavy. Chase stroked her ever harder from below. "He's so sexy, Mom! Cum for him," she repeated, her own breathing becoming labored. She put her mouth directly on Kathleen's ear and whispered softly so the men couldn't hear. "Cum for me."

Kathleen could feel it building. It was going to happen right here in everyone's presence. She wasn't expecting to even be able to cum in this situation—an orgasm was a one-on-one experience, and there were too many distractions in the room. But, for a moment, it was just her and Molly—the two of them alone, fulfilling each other's secret unspoken fantasy, consummating their love by the proxy of their loving men. She let go of her last remaining speck of inhibition, that inhibition that complicated fulfilling her deepest unconscious desires. It evaporated away like a raindrop on the hot pavement, leaving behind a strange, warm feeling in her chest, one that drew her like a magnet to her daughter. She kissed Molly, this time initiating contact of their tongues. Deeply, she invaded her mouth, savoring the taste of her feminine sweetness for the first time.

Molly was now up on her hands, surprised and awakened by Kathleen's sudden desire for her girl-affection. She nearly wept at her blessed acquiescence; it was more than she'd hoped for. Quietly, but intensely, the two beautiful women made love to each other, if only with their mouths, their bodies being dutifully serviced by the men.

"Yes," Molly said, as Kathleen broke away from her lips to kiss her neck. "Yes," she said again. It was here. Her wildest fantasy was playing out in her parents' bed. Molly moaned loudly as her climax approached, her mother's lips and nose gently caressing her skin, her father's cock stroking her deeply. Molly focused on listening to her mother's breathing, her slight moans induced by Chase's loving thrusting. Molly's pussy, filled by her father's massive cock began to contract. Jon continued smoothly thrusting into her slippery, convulsing hole as her orgasm consumed her body.

Molly's high-pitched staccato breaths, timed with each thrust of her father, revealed her ecstasy to Kathleen, whose own orgasm had already begun. Kathleen's breasts rubbed back and forth on her son's chest as he rapidly slammed his large cock into her. Kathleen's body was consumed with her son's and daughter's love. She closed her eyes and touched her daughter's face as her pussy began to convulse. "I'm cumming...I'm cumming for you, baby!" Kathleen whispered in Molly's ear as her vagina discharged fresh juice down Chase's cock, saturating his pubic hair and dripping onto his balls.

Chase thrust hard and deep into his mother's hairless pussy as he watched in lurid amazement, his two favorite women kissing feverishly, moaning into each other's mouths, each enjoying her climax in the loving comfort of the other. This unexpected turn of events, watching these two beautiful women make love, brought on his own orgasm in a rush. He concentrated on making it good for his mom, while he came inside her, but not moving her around too violently, allowing her and Molly to continue their kissing.

Jon looked down on the exquisite pile of sweaty bodies, enraptured by the beauty of the two women he loved more than anyone, convulsing together in their shared, but private moment of sexual freedom. It had required all the stamina he possessed as a lover to hold back his own climax until now. Like the last standing domino in the line, his resolve finally fell. Jon released into his daughter's sweet pussy days and days of pent-up sexual frustration in thick ropes of cum, coating the inside of Molly's vagina, mixing with her own fresh juices. Molly felt her daddy's semen pumping into her as her own climax began to fade.

Until this moment, Molly's wildest fantasy had been to be with Chase and Kathleen when they made love. Being able to touch her and love on her was a bonus; having simultaneous orgasms with her seemed beyond the realm of possibility, and even Molly hadn't dared to dream such a fantasy. But it happened. She felt as though she and her mother had just made love.

Kathleen lay her head in Chase's chest, both of them breathing heavily in their post-orgasmic calm. Molly turned around to kiss her daddy lovingly before laying down on Chase next to her mother. Kathleen reached out and touched Molly's face, gently conveying her gratitude for bringing them all together the way she did.

"Thank you," she whispered to Molly. She wasn't thanking her for her brilliant skills as a sexual surrogate, or for the beautiful sex itself. Her gratitude was for the sudden evaporation of the dark cloud that had threatened to remain over her relationship with Jon. She sensed their incessant need for alternative sexual relationships diminishing right there in the bedroom. It was a strange, unexpected epiphany. It was as though every swinging relationship they'd had up to now was just empty sex—nothing to lament upon its loss. They didn't love Will and Sara; they were using them just as they were being used. It took an experience of unspeakable taboo to make them realize it—an experience that went against everything society had taught them. But society wasn't in their bedroom. What they had all shared together was love—unselfish, uninhibited, uncomplicated love.

She continued kissing her kids, first Molly, then Chase, and then back to Molly, holding off the conclusion of this sweetest love making for just a little longer. She didn't know if they would ever experience something like this again. All she really knew was she loved all of them, and her need to be physically close to her husband was at this moment completely overwhelming her.

She finally got up from Chase and crawled over to Jon, who had laid down on his side and hardly moved since his orgasm. She tentatively snuggled up to her husband, unsure of what to make of her new feelings for him. Somehow she felt closer to him than she ever had before. They had given each other almost no attention through this experience, save for the loving regard they had shown the group. She was ready to give him her full attention, to show him how he was and would always be her number one man. She kissed him gently, not speaking. Jon looked into his beautiful wife's eyes. They both sensed that their relationship had gained a new plateau.

They both had harbored secrets that no longer carried any consequences. Showing their love for each other would be easy from here on out, without a need for external validation. Their loving children had freed them from that. What this family had shared tonight was impenetrable.

Chase and Molly watched their parents loving on each other for several minutes, kissing and touching as if they were alone in the room. They decided that they should allow them to be alone, their own need for privacy suddenly becoming evident to them as well.

Molly got up from the bed and took Chase by the hands, helping him up. The two naked couples separated as the kids walked out into the hall, stopping to embrace and kiss just outside the door. Molly's head was as clear as a bell, realizing her parents' true love was rekindled, and the young love she had with Chase was growing on the firmest of foundations. She felt closer to all of them than she ever had, and knew the love she had with Chase would never diminish.

"I love you so much," she said between kisses. The closeness she felt toward Chase was no longer on par with what she felt for her parents. They were now in a class by themselves. Her ever-lingering need to explore sex with them seemed to have been left on the other side of their bedroom door, sealed off like a confidential file after an accomplished mission. She sucked on Chase's neck, unable to get enough of him. She put a leg up on his hip, practically mounting him. She reached down and rubbed his balls, the moisture from their mother's vagina still clinging to them.

The two couples had delved into the deepest taboo, casting inhibition to the wind, allowing everyone the satisfaction of exploring what their darkest fantasies required, and had emerged with love stronger than any of them had imagined. Molly touched her nose to Chase's and closed her eyes. "Make love to me, baby," she said to him in a thin voice.

She had called him baby again—not pretending to be their mother, and not in a facetious tone, but as his true love. It was the sweetest sound Chase had ever heard.

Author's note: This concludes the series. Thank you for reading it all the way through. If you were surprised by the direction it took, know that I was too. When I started it all those months ago, I had no idea this kind of incest would be such a turn-on, nor did I know it would end up being the length of a novel! Since you read this far, you must have an opinion on this story, so please share it!