2 comments/ 33744 views/ 15 favorites A Taste of Incest - Pears & Cider By: Hypoxia Author's note: The following incidents are probably mostly fictional. All sexual participants are living humans aged 18+. These standalone A TASTE OF INCEST tales (adapted and expanded from RON'S JOURNAL episodes) include incestuous and bisexual groups, and minimal non-sexual violence. Views expressed are not necessarily the author's. Your constructive comments are welcome. If you like this, join the 1%ers and VOTE! A Taste of Incest - Pears & Cider Edie slid from her seat and rounded the booth to hug Marge. Both women had wet eyes. "We've got to go. Don't take any bogus checks." Edie kissed her friend and threw a ten on the table. "I'll write. Don't worry. We'll be fine." She looked at Ron. "Time to saddle up." Marge walked off before Ron could stand. He hoisted his and Edie's gear and followed his cousin outside. Edie drove to the Fred Meyers superstore on the other side of town for necessities. Yes, licorice was mandatory! They arranged their gear and supplies. Edie checked her watch. "We'd better hustle. I talked to a clerk I know. She said word's going around town already. I don't want Dad or Ted or anyone to come looking for us, and they sure as shit better not find us. Time to get out of Dodge. You up to driving? Pick a direction. Onward!" Ron pulled two coins from his jeans pocket. "You want directions? The nickel is north-south, the quarter is east-west. Toss'em." Edie threw the coins; they they flashed in the sunlight and landed on the parking-lot asphalt. The nickel rolled into a drain grate. The quarter showed heads. "East it is, then," Ron said. A Taste of Incest - Pears & Cider Annie glanced at Edie. "Um, maybe I shouldn't talk about this." Edie gave an evil grin. "No, please continue. I'd like to hear about this. What WAS Ron up to? We haven't been together real long." Ron coughed. "Well, it was..." "It was a lot of fun," Annie interrupted. "Especially when you bent me over and made like a bull. Except you went MOOOO! which I thought was fucking hilarious. Nice cum anyway." Edie's grin grew even more evil. "Oh, really! What else did he do?" "Hey! Hey!" Ron objected. "That was then and this is now. We're working on the future, not the past, aren't we, Edie? Edie?" Edie patted his cheek, slid her hand down his chest into the water, and took his cock in hand. "That's right, it's all about the future. You think you'll even HAVE a future?" She squeezed his hardening rod ominously. "Umm, well, yeah, I hope we..." Annie was vastly entertained by the interplay. I wonder if and where I could push this, and how far, she thought. She interrupted, "Oh, don't hurt him now -- he was pretty okay. You think he's of any value to you?" Edie laughed. "I'm still working on that. So far, he's been an expense. Haven't seen much profit from our relationship. Weird relationship too. Goes back a long way but only started a week or so ago. Guess I think of him as an investment. Short-term or long-term, we'll see. When do I get a payback from you, Ron?" Be forthright, Ron thought. Take control of the colloquy. "We already worked out a timetable, remember? Stuff takes time. You want golden eggs? Don't kill the goose, er I mean the gander. Me, y'know. Anyway, hasn't the payback already started? Do you think you're getting your money's worth? Or do you want to cash out?" Edie laughed again. "Nice try, guy. Yeah, you're long-term. No, I won't cash out. Yeah, you're paying off nicely." She kissed his forehead. "But don't break the bank." She splashed water at him. "Weird relationship, huh? Long-time but brand-new?" Annie was curious. She probed. "Sounds like a riddle. Let's see..." She looked closely at them, and grinned widely. "Probably not pen-pals. You sure look alike. Okay, you're brother and sister, and you've just taken off on your own together, right?" "No, she's not my sister," Ron said. "We hadn't seen each other for a decade till last week. Old family friends, let's say. But we feel right. We feel good. Don't we?" His voice was a little anxious. "Yeah, you'll do," Edie said. "Stop worrying. You really are a pussy sometimes." "So, just how tight are you two?" Annie asked. "Think you could maybe share him a little, Edie?" "Share? That's an idea. What's in it for me?" "Oh, I'm sure I could find some way to make it worth your while." Annie slid next to Edie and kissed her breast. She looked into Edie's eyes and suckled harder, and then moved to her other tit. Edie moaned. Edie moved back, looked at Ron, and asked, "Maybe you could help me here?" She resumed her tongue bath. Ron took the hint. He and Annie gently bumped heads as they worshipped Edie's breasts. Their fingers met at Edie's vulva. Edie moaned, a low, deep exhalation. Annie looked up. "The water is probably cleaner in the hotter pool. Let's go soak there for a bit before we go any further, okay?" And thus did they all soak in wet heat, and dry in the darkening breeze, and spread blankets upon the ground, and slurp mightily, and more. Annie found herself lying supine with Edie riding her questing tongue and Ron's head burrowing in her vulva. Later, riding Ron's cock and kissing Edie, who sat on Ron's face. Later yet, sitting on Edie's mouth and frenching Ron while his manhood invaded Edie's burning core. And later... jumping back in the hotter pool to rinse off. Edie cooked dinner for three that evening. The tent was made ready for three. They did not bother to listen to shortwave broadcasts. A Taste of Incest - Pears & Cider They pitched camp in Saguaro National Park just outside Tucson. Vivid campsites, clean showers, cooing doves and owls, coyotes singing in the distance, and freshly-made tamales from a roving vendor in a market parking lot, the dinner washed down with local beer and finished with crispy apples, made the evening magical. They cuddled after a strenuous round of lovemaking. "What can I expect in Tombstone?" Edie nibbled his nearest nipple. "Hey, stop that! I'm sensitive! Well, everything you ever read or saw about Tombstone is bullshit. It's in foothills at the side of a big valley, not on a prairie or desert plain. There's a huge Army base across the valley. What you'll see when we get there is bullshit. The OK Corral wasn't where they say it is. The shootout was a skirmish in an Easterners' corporate war. Most buildings are fakes or tarted-up rebuilds. It's about as authentic as the "Ponderosa Ranch" on Lake Tahoe, but dirtier." "Why am I not surprised? Okay, what can I really expect from Sue?" "I don't know. I haven't seen her for over a year. She'll have to tell you how she landed there; I sure can't. She's volatile. She changes every few months. Now she's secretary for some legal beagle who couldn't survive in a city with any real competition." Ron drove the San Pedro River valley's east side through calm farming villages, and horse and cattle country, and monstrous hoodoos, eerie earth spires eroded from sandstone by annual monsoon rains. Two-mile-high mountains loomed to the west. A thin line of trees in the twenty-mile-wide valley's bottom traced the sunken river's course, mostly underground since a massive earthquake nearly a century earlier. The narrow highway climbed the side of a small mesa nearly a mile above sea level -- and there was Tombstone, in all its mundane glory. A small grid of dirt streets on the mesa with worn tracks trailing into the hills or down the valley. Tawdry tourist-sucking businesses. A few public drunks. Horses-drawn carts toting Japanese tourists ignoring bored tour guides. Welcome to Ye Olde West! Spiny agaves and cacti decorated with Jimson weed's deadly white trumpet flowers guarded Sue's faded clapboard cottage on the edge of town. An unprepossessing brick building behind the actual OK Corral site housed her boss's law office. He was out; she was in. "Ronny! What are you doing here? And who's this? You look familiar -- do I know you?" She pecked at Ron's lips and glared at Edie. "Don't you recall little cousin Edie from Oregon? It's been a while since you've seen her. Grown up nicely, hasn't she?" He plastered an ingratiating smile on his face. "Edie? Oh yeah, I remember you. Yeah, that visit -- we were twelve, right? And we played in the cardboard boxes behind the store, didn't we? We built a girls-only fort. Yeah, I've got you now. Wow! Edie!" The cousins hugged and kissed. Sue had also grown since Ron and Gwen last saw her, filling out all over. A diet of enchiladas, tostadas, and cervesa, driven by canabis munchies, rescued her -- she was now merely slender, not scrawny. Bigger tits, wider hips, and bubblier buns transformed her into a stretched-out hourglass of a woman, still slightly hyper and skittery. "Group hug!" Sue cried, and pulled Ron and Edie into a tight embrace. Sue smelled of cilantro herb. She pushed them away. "You just get here? You staying? Don't get a motel! I have an extra room, I guess Edie can have that, and Ron can sleep on the couch..." Her voice trailed off. She looked closely at her brother and cousin. Her eyes lit up. "You're sleeping together, aren't you? Don't lie to me -- I see it in your posture!" She took their hands. "And you're wearing wedding rings! Are you really...?" "No, they're only camouflage," Edie said, "something to distract guys -- for now, anyway. And yes, we're a pair." She leaned against Ron. "We look good, don't we?" "Yes, dammit! Hey, it's lunchtime and the boss is in court in Bisbee all day. I'll call the answering service, let them get the phone. Let's go eat. There's a great place off the highway, only locals know about it. Then we can go for a ride. C'mon, I'll lock up here." She flipped the OPEN/CLOSED sign on the glass door and led them to a dimly-lit taqueria. "Weren't those shark burritos tasty? Straight from the Sea of Cortez, with just the right spice. And isn't this about the best cider you've ever tasted? Now, for dessert, you've got to try the gingered pears. All the apples and pears are grown just down the road. Local and absolutely fresh. Sandia, hey," she called to the waitress, "how about some cider refills?" She caught her breath. "Okay, now tell me everything." She teased-out the unedited story. Part in the eatery. Part as they walked to Sue's wide pickup, not much different from Edie's. Part as they bounced on the bench seat, three abreast, Edie in the middle (gearshift between her knees), rolling over gravel tracks into the low eastern mountains. Part as they wandered through a vast assortment of weathered bric-a-brac forming a maze at sunburnt Rattlesnake Ranch. "So you both fucked this girl in the hot springs? Wow, you are wild folks!" Edie wondered, why did we tell her all this? Was there truth serum in that cider? "And you really shot that guy? I'd have shit myself!" "Fear was not an option," Edie said. And I nearly shit myself anyway, she thought. They told more of the story as they drove down High Lonesome Road and into Bisbee, the Cochise County seat. Past the huge open-pit copper mine, formerly the greatest mass of the yellow metal on Earth. What used to be a notable mountain was now a rather large hole in the ground. Past that, and the Bisbee Blue turquoise shop, and the Eastern-looking downtown, and on to the old county courthouse with the copper statue of a miner out front. "C'mon in, I'll find my boss." She led them through the art-deco corridors to a courtroom. The bench was empty; middle-aged men in dark suits and bolo ties stood and smoked and talked, occasionally pointing at papers. "Hey Lou, got a minute?" A short fat grey-faced balding man looked up. "Sue, what are you doing here? Something happen? And who are these people -- more clients, maybe?" His splotchy face showed a hungry tension. "No business today, boss. These are family -- my brother Ron and our cousin Edie. They don't need you to sue anybody, sorry. They're here for a couple days. You don't need me tomorrow." That was not a question. "Carmen's got the phones. The office is tidy. You still have a case here tomorrow, right? Hernandez hasn't settled yet, has she? Yeah, it's safe for me to go. Don't take any wooden pesos! And say 'hola' to Consuela for me." "Uh, okay Sue, have fun with your family. Be sure to get names and addresses if you see any wrecks. We need the business." Lou thought, damn, if I didn't absolutely depend on Sue, I'd have to fire her. He sighed, and returned to his cohort of legal vultures. Sue led Ron and Edie back to her truck. "Lou won't go back to Tombstone tonight. He'll be down with his fat whore. Whatever. So you're doing Mexico, huh? Let's get you ready. First the papers, then the supplies." She drove the few miles to the border village and parked near the pedestrian gateway. "Okay, you need car insurance. It's a scam, but there's no way around it. Better get coverage for a month." A bored clerk in a tiny dusty office on the USA side handled that. "Now let's get your car permit." An official on the Mexican side provided that, for the proper fee and 'tip'. "Now, medicine. I love the pharmacy on the corner. Prices are about a tenth of stateside. And I want a bottle of Oaxaca mezcal. Oh yeah, you have GOT to try Michoacan ice cream! Best stuff you've ever tasted!" They stocked up on pills and potions. No prescriptions? No problem! The clerk wrote scrips, just to look legal. The ice cream with rich. The mezcal was classy -- no worm at the bottom. The sky was blue and cloudless, with a warm, dry breeze from the south bearing a slight scent of citrus, and sagebrush, and burnt rubber tires. Sue's story emerged as she drove back into town, up slot-like Tombstone Canyon, through the Time Tunnel connecting Bisbee to the outside world, and along the scrub-covered Mule Mountains to her cottage. "Thank god for California's no-fault divorce! I filed on each of the guys as soon as they were arrested. I don't know why I keep going for bums like that." She sat silent for a minute. Yes, she DID know why. Damn that Ron! "So I've been here for a year. It's not great. It'll do for now." "Why Tombstone? It's not exactly urban splendor. Even worse than Grants Pass." "Yeah, sis, how'd you end up out here? Was San Clemente too temperate?" Sue sighed. "Too many bad memories all around L.A. I maybe could have gone to Santa Barbara or back to San Diego, but I got this job offer -- it's easy work, and living here is pretty cheap. It's not too bad. I'm by myself mostly. That's the only rough part. That, and the centipedes. And the drunks." She downshifted to climb the grade into Tombstone. Homemade dinner was an easy cheezy enchilada casserole with olives and chiles, "better than Mom used to make, right?" Ron, mouth filled, just nodded agreement. Bisbee Electric Beer washed it down, with mezcal chasers. They puffed on pot Sue grew in a little plastic greenhouse. They talked. They yawned. "Time for bed, guys? Hey, tell ya what -- you take my king bed and I'll use the guest room." She kissed them. "Be good. leave my toys alone. And don't be too loud, okay? Don't scare the chuckwallas." A Taste of Incest - Pears & Cider She changed tack. "What are you going to do with the shotgun? You're not supposed to take guns into Mexico. And I don't want you to leave it with me. I... just don't, okay? I suppose I could lock it in Lou's office safe, but I'd really rather..." Edie interrupted. "We read some travel accounts. They all say to avoid situations where we think a gun might be necessary. It's better just to run than to get in a shootout. So we won't take it, and we won't leave it with you. Our best bet is probably to leave it with the sheriff, right?" Sue nodded. "That should work. Don't trust the deputy here in Tombstone, he's a shit. But you could leave it with Sheriff Jimmy Judd. Jimmy is an okay guy. Umm, it can't be traced to anything, can it? Like that guy you shot?" She looked at Edie. "I really doubt it. Shotguns aren't rifled so they don't leave barrel tracks on pellets. An FBI lab might match the gunpowder chemically -- but a million other guns have the same residue. The chance of linking us to anything is vanishingly small. I bet your lawyer boss would say the same thing." "Okay then. But I still... damn, you just got here, and now you're going tomorrow! When do you think you'll be back?" Ron and Edie exchanged glances. "We haven't talked about that. We likely won't be in a hurry after we reach Oaxaca. I want to show Edie some of where we were on the family trip. We'll probably want to explore. We can afford that for awhile, right?" Edie nodded. She chose her words carefully. She did not want to frighten Sue with the prospect of many months' absence. "We can travel on a tight budget and still see and do a lot. I suppose that where and how we go... depends. We can stay in touch. Not just postcards -- we can call you every couple days. International phone charges are high, but we can at least exchange news. We can call your office. If you need us here for any reason, we can probably be back from anywhere in... how long, Ron? A week?" "Probably less. Anyplace with a phone will be on a paved road. We could drive fast all the way from Guatemala or Yucatan in less than a week. And if necessary, like if there's an emergency, we could store the truck and fly back in less than a day." Sue was only moderately convinced and relieved. "Okay. But come back, dammit!" "Damn right we'll come back," Edie said. "But now that we're here, what'll we do with the rest of our stay?" "There's other stuff here I want you to see. So I can show you around some more, yeah. But I really want to be close to you, that's all, just be with you." "I think that can be arranged," Ron smiled. He held her close and kissed her. Sue drove her pickup to scenic and historical vistas, to quaint shops and studios, to fruit and nut orchards, and to the sheriff's office in Bisbee. The shotgun was safely locked away; Sheriff Jimmy warned them to watch their butts across the border. They stopped at the motor vehicles office for Arizona driver's licenses, just to have backup I.D. And they returned to her cottage after dinner, for lovemaking. Sue unlocked her front door. "Anybody need a shower?" Yes, indeed. They stripped down and lathered up -- and blood dripped from Edie. "Oh, looks like somebody just started their period," Sue laughed. "I hope you won't feel left out." "Do you have an extra old blanket to throw on the bed? I don't mind a little blood," Ron said. The women looked at him oddly. "No, really. You're extra wet, extra juicy, extra aroused, softer, fuller. I love it! And you will too! I'll fuck your blood, sure." So he did, and she did. Sue licked them off after Ron came into Edie's carnivorous cavern. "Mmmm, cum and blood, interesting. Want a taste?" They shared the rosy froth. Interesting, yes, not gross at all -- when it comes from those you love and who love you. Yes, the farewell the next morning was tearful. Yes, Ron and Edie crossed the border and enjoyed an eventful Mexican journey, from late October and El Dia de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) 1974 to Semana Santa (Easter Week) and early April 1975, over five months. That story is for another episode.