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The Player

By: JayLikestoRead



As soon as Vicki walked through the door, I noticed something different about the way she was dressed. These weren't new clothes, but she was wearing them differently. The only thing I could put my finger on was that her blouse wasn't tucked in. It felt different when she hugged me, too. Her movement wasn't any different, but our midsections made more contact than usual. "Mom, I have something to tell you," she said excitedly.

We walked to the living room and I sat down. I think I put it together a split-second before she got the words out. She pulled her blouse back and said, "You're gonna be a grandma!" Sure enough, she had just the beginning of a bump.

I count myself fortunate that my own happiness was more visible than the shock. "That's great!" I exclaimed. Then I stopped. "It is great, isn't it?"

"Yes!" she said indignantly.

"But you're not married," I said. I hoped my voice showed concern rather than judgment.

"Actually I am. Sort of," she said.

"When? Who? And what do you mean, 'sort of'? Either you're married or you're not."

"A couple years ago. It's not a legal marriage. We made the same kind of promises that other couples do; we just did it without a license."

"Wait, you and Bill still live in your dad's house. Is he okay with this?"

Vicki moved next to me and put her hands on mine. "Bill's my husband. And the father of your grandchild."

I didn't really have to ask, but I did anyway. "Does he make you happy?"

"Very happy. He's nice to me. We have problems like any other couple, and we talk them through. When I told him we were expecting, he went to one of those websites where they do a composite picture of what your kids would look like. He printed it out and taped it over a portrait we had made."

I reminded her, "Do you know what the laws are in our state? Never mind marriage, just having sex with him might be illegal."

I didn't raise Vicki to be a dummy. "I haven't read up on the statutes, but one time, just for the heck of it, we decided to see if there were any sex offenders in our neighborhood. There were a couple whose offense was listed as 'incest with a minor,' but none that just said, 'incest.' My hunch is that either it's legal or they only use it to get a longer sentence."

"Well, as long as you know what you're up against and Bill makes you happy, I'm glad."

Vicki didn't sound convinced. "But the baby?"

"As long as you're able to take care of him ... her, whichever, I'm not gonna criticize."

"Really? 'Cause you've talked, um, trash ... about welfare babies for as long as I can remember." (Vicki and I had boundaries that I suppose were typical. Neither one of us is afraid to use profanity, but rarely in each other's company.)

I moved my hands on top of hers. "If I ever sounded like I was criticizing the children, I'm sorry. My criticism has always been people who have kids when they know they can't afford them on their own. I never even cared when movie stars got knocked up, because I figured they probably had plenty of money."

"So you're even okay with the fact that it's my brother?"

"I'll be honest. If you were my son and daughter, if nothing else, I think it's safe to say I'd be grossed out and maybe worse. But he's not my son, and if he's good to you, I won't hold your dad's affair against him. Besides, a half-brother's pretty close, but this won't be the first member of our family whose ancestors overlap some."

* * *

I was a junior in college. My boyfriend Ted had just broken up with me because I wouldn't go to a wedding with him out of town, the weekend before I knew I was going to have a big test. On the Thursday of the weekend before that one, my friend Wendy invited me to a party the following night. A senior was throwing it at his apartment, and it was mostly his older friends. I saw one guy who was a little better dressed than the rest, and I guessed he could hold his liquor since his movements were smooth. I pointed him out to Wendy and asked, "Who's that?"

"Oh, keep away from him," Wendy warned. "Paul Francis. He's a grad student on a teaching fellowship, and he's got a reputation for bedding his students." This was back in a time when such an allegation would get you a "tut-tut," but nothing more as long as it didn't lead to anything else.

"Really!" I said, intrigued. I started to walk toward him.

Wendy tugged at my arm. "Seriously, Molly, don't!"

I turned to her and said, "I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself."

"How'll you get home?" she asked.

"I'll let you know," I answered. Luckily for both of us, Wendy saw a guy she'd been interested in and left me to my own devices.

I saw that Paul was drinking the last of a Miller, so I got two and walked over to him. "Hi!" I said, handing him one. "I'm Molly."

"Hi, Molly," Paul answered. "Having a good time?"

"Remains to be seen," I said. "I just got here." I touched my beer to his. "But it's looking good."

The type of guy that Wendy was trying to warn me about, you can usually put off his game by acting interested first. Paul didn't change his composure. "Glad to hear it. My roommate really knows how to throw a party."

"You live here? That seems like an important detail to leave out."

"What do you mean?" Paul asked.

"Sorry. My friend told me you're a T.A., but she didn't mention that this is your place."

"Oh, I don't live here. What I meant is, my roommate, Craig, helped Scott throw the party. I live upstairs."

"So, what do you teach?" I asked. I hoped it wasn't as trite as, "What's your major," even though it was basically the same question.

"Music," Paul answered.

"So I guess your technique is to break out the guitar and see which girl swoons?"

"Trumpet. Not that you can't make good music, but it's not the kind that gets chicks into bed, if that's what you mean."

A few years ago, I read that even if you're not drinking alcohol, the belief that you are can make you act like you're drunk. I'd barely opened one beer, so I guess that was my excuse for my behavior for the next few minutes. I giggled as if I were drunk and asked, "You mean a horn doesn't make 'em horny?"

"Nope, it's only good for when they're already horny."

I leaned in and whispered, "What if I told you I AM horny already?" I could see where his dick was. I ran my finger down his thigh, making sure I was close but not quite touching it.

Paul said, "Good thing there's a party down here, so no one will hear us upstairs, right?"

A plan was forming in my mind. "Better idea. My roommate's away," I suggested. "Come back to my place."

Paul didn't need to be convinced. "Let me go get one of my performance tapes."

"Not your trumpet?" I asked.

"Musical instruments aren't cheap," Paul explained. "I don't like to take it out unless I have to. Besides, I can't squeeze you and the trumpet at the same time." He squeezed my left buttock as he said it.

I found Wendy with a guy's hands under her shirt and told her Paul was taking me home. She cooed, "Okay, see ya," as she got her hand inside the back of his pants.

I made it back to the front door just as Paul returned. Remembering what I'd just done, I asked, "Does Scott know you're leaving?"

"He will. I left him a note."

I continued my attempts at sexy repartee on the way back to the dorm, telling him how disappointed I was that I wouldn't get a chance to blow his instrument. He picked up on that one and said, "Play your cards right, and you'll get your chance later."

I made sure we walked out in the open as we got to the dorm. It's a single building with two wings where women lived and two where men lived. When I got to my floor, I yelled out, "Man on the floor!" for anyone's benefit. I saw at least one woman poke her head out. I deliberately left my door open. If anyone had asked, I'd say I was used to the rule they used to had that you have to keep the door open if there's an opposite-sex visitor. When we got inside, I told him, "My name's Francis too." 

"With an 'e,' though, right?"

"I wish," I explained. "My great-grandmother was named Molly. It doesn't bother me that they named me Molly Brown, because not enough people know the theatre reference to matter any more. But my grandmother's maiden name on my mom's side was Francis, so they gave me that name, and I've had to tell everyone from colleges to the license bureau that it's spelled with an 'i.'"

"You have it easy," Paul told me. "I have a classmate, a guy, and his name is Frances with an 'e.' He goes by Frank and he doesn't let anyone see anything official unless he has to."

That kind of talk was getting way too unsexy. I motioned for him to sit on the bed. I switched my stereo to the tape input, and Paul gave me the cassette. I put it in and sat down next to him. Sure enough, it had some really nice, smooth sounds. I could tell by the sound quality that it was a professional-calibre recording. The music made me really comfortable rubbing my side against his. "Yeah, I see what you mean," I told him.

As we listened to him play, he put his hand on my thigh. If he was going for my crotch, he did a great job of making it seem accidental. When he got to the place where I'd normally balk, I leaned to the side and rubbed my cheek against his. He moved his finger just outside the crotch of my pants and traced the cresae between my leg and torso, ending up at my hip. I tried to respond in kind, but male anatomy meant that I couldn't be quite as subtle. As soon as I touched his dick, it got hard. "I told you it has that effect," he said.

I stroked his cock once, then asked, "What's that saying about, 'Music hath charms'?"

"Music hath charms to calm the savage beast."

"Beast?" I asked, and I started to take my shirt off. 

"That's the version we use in class, but it's really--"

I reached behind myself and unfastened my bra. "Breast, right?"

"Uh, right. Breast!"

I pulled the left strap off of my shoulder. "Or left, Whichever you prefer." Paul pulled the strap forward and laid me back. He moved over me and licked my nipple, which hardened on contact. "Looks like you charmed it," I said. He sucked on the nipple. "Ooh, Paul," I moaned. He put his hand under my side, which slid the bra over and exposed my other tit, and he gave that one the same treatment. I could feel him trying to get his hand inside my underwear, but I wasn't ready yet. I pushed him off and toward the wall. I lifted myself on one arm and let him slide in underneath me. I rubbed my crotch lightly against his just to confirm that he was hard. He was. I rubbed harder, but it didn't do any more for me.

"Would you like to get more comfortable?" Paul asked.

"Yeah. Why don't you take your pants off, and I'll do the same?" We both had them off in the time between the songs. I got back on top of him and braced myself against the headboard. We resumed rubbing our crotches. I could see the outline of his cock, and I positioned myself so the bulge at the bottom of his underpants went between the cleft in my pussy lips. Occasionally he'd get one of my nipples into his mouth. Eventually he got a mouthful of tit-flesh and wouldn't let go. I accidentally shifted my legs and felt the shape of his cockhead at my cunt. If we hadn't had underwear on, he'd be fucking me already. "Oh, Paul! Oh, Paul! Oh, Paul!" I said. I wasn't shouting, but it was nowhere near whispering by now.

"Please, Molly! Let me!" he implored.

"Not tonight," I said, "but I'm calling you on your promise." I got off him, pulled his cock out and stroked it with my hand.

"Oh, God! Shit! Molly!" he screamed. I held his underwear down enough that his cock was pointing straight up and licked it up and down. He pulled the hem of my panties to one side and tried to finger me.

I got off him so he couldn't do anything, but I screamed, "Yeah! Paul! Make me come!"

Paul gathered himself enough to say, "I'm trying, but you won't let me."

"I'm on my period," I told him. "Wanna get together next week?"

"Sure!"

We put our clothes back on, and I escorted him to the parking lot. Because of the test on Monday, we decided on Tuesday.

On the Wednesday in between, I ran into Ted. "What did you do Friday night?" he asked angrily.

"What's it to you?" I asked.

"People told me my girlfriend had sex with a professor. Did you? Did you screw him?"

"I'm not your girlfriend, remember?"

"Then you did have sex?"

"Anyone who tells you I screwed a teacher is lying, and besides, it's none of your business," I told him.

"Maybe not, but what about your own reputation?"

"I'll worry about that, thank you."

I wasn't on my period, but I'd done what I'd accomplished. I got a B on my Art Appreciation test. Since it was a general education class, I was quite satisfied with that grade. Then I set my sights on Paul again. He took me to a nice restaurant. Actually, as college-town restaurants go, this was a four-star. I don't know if music majors get tired of talking to people who merely enjoy music, but Paul didn't. He liked to play jazz, and he was learning the new field of digital recording equipment. I told him a little about my studies and my family, neither of which was very interesting to me, but he paid rapt attention. After dinner, we got in Paul's car and I said, "Back to your place?"

"If you want," Paul said. If this was his technique, I had to give him credit for being really, really subtle about it. It turned out Scott was there. We sat on the couch and talked some more, and we managed a little bit of petting, but we didn't dare do anything else. I learned so much about music that I could have passed the Music Appreciation class instead of the art class that had led indirectly to breaking up with Ted.

On Saturday afternoon, Paul was doing his master's performance, so we made a date to go out right after that. It was nice, because we were both dressed up, him in a tuxedo and me in a strapless dress. Since we were so dressed up, we went dancing. Even though this was around the peak of disco, it was a regular ballroom. Afterward, Paul told me that Scott had gone home for the weekend. "Nice!" was all I could say.

This was better than I could have hoped. Ted and I had stripped each other's clothes off a couple times, but formal wear made it even more exciting. I'd never seen a cummerbund before, so I let Paul take that off himself. I unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his pants. He let them fall. I turned around and he unzipped my dress. I lifted it up and let it fall to the floor. In those days, my torso could support a strapless dress on its own, so I was wearing nothing underneath but panty hose and shoes, and the shoes were off in a second. Paul stood there in his underwear and stared at me. "Do you know how beautiful you are?" he asked.

"No, why don't you tell me?" Finally I was going to see how he managed to seduce his students.

He stroked my hair. "Your black hair. It's so wavy, it makes me think of the flying scene in the Ring Cycle." He lifted my hair up and kissed the back of my neck. "Your neck makes me wish I were a vampire." Still holding my hair up, he waved it left and right, just touching my back. "Your back and shoulders are so beautiful, your muscles are so perfect, if I were a painter, I'd use them as a landscape." He moved around front. "And seeing your breasts, I understand why they're called melons. They're so perfectly round, I just want to bite into one." He kissed the left and then the right, and he worked his way down to the hem of my pantyhose.

"What about the rest of me?" I asked.

"I haven't seen it yet, obviously," Paul answered.

"I think we should fix that," I told him. I lay on the couch and lifted my legs. Paul took each shoe off and rubbed the heel after. He knelt between my legs and pulled on the hem of my pantyhose. When my pussy was exposed, he aimed his lips at my bush and got the side of one my lips. He pulled the hose the rest of the way off and resumed his attention to my pussy. He sifted through my pubic hair until he found my lips again. He ran his fingers up and down the cleft and separated them. Soon his tongue was inside me, making long strokes from my clit almost to the perineum. I urged him to go deeper. He put my legs over his shoulders and reached way inside me with his tongue.

"Move onto your back," Paul said. I did, and he joined me on the couch.

I was ready and waiting for him to make me come by eating me, but when he got up, I could see how hard he was, and I wanted to see more. "Hey, I'm naked," I said. "You should be too." He took his underwear off and kicked it to the side. It landed on top of my dress. I'd seen longer dicks, but not one that looked as glorious in its erection. "Make love to me," I said. I spread my legs, and he accepted my invitation. I could feel each critical spot that his bulbous head touched as it got closer to my cervix. Paul kissed me on the lips. I opened my mouth, and our tongues joined as seamlessly as our genitals.

"Shit! I forgot my protection," Paul said.

"You don't need it," I assured him.

"Good, 'cause I'm coming!"

"Me too!"

I lay there enjoying how his cock felt inside me, even after it went soft. After a few minutes, he asked, "Do you have to go any place tomorrow?"

"Not till the afternoon," I said.

"Wanna spend the night?"

"I thought you'd never ask," I answered. He led me to the bed and turned the lights off. As soon as he was in bed, I found his dick. "This is your reward for eating me without asking the same," I told him. I slobbered over it and took it slowly into my mouth. I waited for his hand on my head, but it never came. That made me want him even more. I bobbed up and down, playing with his balls when I could manage it. He wasn't quite long enough to reach my throat, but I counted that as a bonus. The last time I tried to tickle his balls, I couldn't find them. I realized they'd been drawn up inside his sac, and I knew what was coming. I let him out briefly and said, "In case you're wondering? Yes, I will." I took him back into my mouth and swallowed every drop of cum he could produce.

"Damn, Molly, you're amazing," was all he could say. I got off him, and we kissed. "That's what I taste like? Hmm."

"What? I don't mind."

"I guess it's a taste you only enjoy if you know how you got it," Paul said.

"I've heard you can change the taste by eating different things," I told him. "But since I've never wanted to swallow before, I didn't pay attention to the details."

We were both getting sleepy. I turned my back to him. I didn't want to try anal sex, but his hard dick felt nice rubbing up against my butt. I lifted my leg and let it bounce on top of my inner thigh. I brought my leg back down, and he dry-humped me. It was more than a dry hump, actually. The way he angled himself, the top of his dick tickled my pussy lips repeatedly and I almost came from that! He'd already come once in my pussy and once in my mouth, so he didn't have much in reserve, but soon I felt a small load erupting. Most of it got on my stomach, but I found a little in my bush when I woke up. We fucked again in the morning before he made me breakfast, and he barely got me back to the dorm in time for lunch.

The next weekend we went to a movie and came back to my room. I really was on my period this time, so we talked and made out a little. (I lied and said it was early this time.) We continued going out, and I visited him once at his office for no real reason. By now, I'd forgotten about trying to piss Ted off.

One day Paul told me his aunt was getting married in a few weeks and asked if I'd like to join him. "Is it far from here?" I asked.

"About an hour away. I've got the hotel room; I'd just have to make it a reservation for two instead of one."

The thought of going to a wedding with him excited me, and not just because we'd be able to sleep in a bed together with no roommates. I pictured him introducing me. I imagined dancing with him and someone wanting to cut in. I even had a good dress ready, because--crap. "When is it, exactly?"


The Player



"The twenty-fourth." He opened an envelope and pulled out the invitation. "Yeah, Saturday, the 24th."

"I wish I could, but I'm going to a wedding the same day. My cousin. I don't even care about it, but I already told my parents I'd go."

A few days later at lunch, I sat next to Wendy, the friend who'd brought me to the party earlier. "I think you're wrong about Paul," I told her.

"Who?"

"The T.A. you told me about who seduces students."

"Didn't he try?"

"I didn't give him a chance. I got him into my room the first night, and we've been seeing each other ever since. He even asked me to go to a wedding with him."

"Wow," Wendy said. "That's different. Congratulations. You broke him!"

"I didn't break him," I insisted. "I think you were just wrong. Or maybe you had him confused with someone else."

I went to the wedding with my parents and my younger sister. It was a big church, because my cousin had always wanted a large wedding. There were so many pews that I could barely figure out who her parents were from my seat. We made our way to the reception. I was seated with a couple cousins and their spouses, and a few friends of the groom. I told a couple people I'd been dating a graduate student, and I thought it might be serious because he'd invited me to the other wedding. Maybe Paul wasn't going to introduce me to anyone, but I could still show off my dress, and maybe someone would fulfill the cutting-in part of the fantasy.

They did. After I danced with the groom, my younger cousin Jerry wanted to dance with me. Then my Uncle Johnny cut in. That song was followed by a slow dance, which would have been awkward, so I headed back to our table. (Uncle Johnny is technically my GREAT uncle.) I felt a tap on my shoulder. "May I have this dance?" I turned around. It was Paul!

"Uh ... yeah!" He put his arms around me, and we moved around. He did better than I did, because I was still in shock. "Careful. No one knows about us. Hell, I didn't even know about us till just now!"

"You're telling me," Paul said.

After the song was over, I joined him at his table. On the way over he told me, "You're the biologist, so I hope you're better than me at keeping track of family relationships."

"Well, genetics isn't my field, but I can hold my own," I assured him.

"Great, just follow my lead and we can figure this out."

When we sat at his table, he introduced me, which was part of what I'd hoped for originally! "This is Molly. It turns out she's a student at Tyler College. Not one of mine, though."

A handsome older man stood up and hugged me. "Hi, Molly! I'm Rob Francis, Paul's dad."

Rob pulled out a chair where there was no place setting, and I sat down. "So, are you here with Connie or Martin?" That was a ruse. I knew Connie was Paul's aunt.

"Connie. She's my niece," Rob answered.

I used the tone most often used by overly-gracious men. "Niece? You only look a little older than her."

"I am," he said. "I'm the youngest of three. Her father is my brother."

As far as I knew, Mom had an older brother, and that was all. "But her last name's Brown. And thank goodness, because if she had your last name, she'd be--"

Paul interrupted. "Connie Francis. We're all aware of that. My aunt Connie got to meet Connie Francis once and asked if they were related. Connie the singer said, 'Only if you changed your last name from Franconero.'"

Rob explained, "I ran away when I was young. Several times."

Paul stopped him. "He doesn't like telling the story, because Children's Services was involved and it was a black mark on his parents' reputation, and it wasn't their fault."

"What about their reputation?" I asked.

A young woman next to Rob explained, "His mom used to work at a day care. Places weren't as well regulated then, so customers had to rely on reputation. My dad running away made them think she was a bad mom, so they started moving kids to other places."

Rob was okay with the rest of the story. "Anyway, I started using Mom's maiden name so that nothing I did would embarrass my parents. Grandma was dead, so I didn't have to worry about embarrassing anyone else. Years ago, my brother hired a detective. He found me in Peoria a couple years ago, and we reconnected."

"What about--" I had to stop myself from saying, "my mom." "What about your sister?"

"I wrote to her, but she didn't want anything to do with me."

"Paul just referred to her as his aunt," I noted.

"Paul was about five when my brother and I were reunited. Connie was in her teens, and we sometimes paid her to baby-sit him, so it was easier to have him call her his aunt."

The band was playing a modern song, which is to say, disco. It wasn't a song particularly liked or disliked, but I told Paul, "I love this song. Let's go dance again!" 

He came with me. "How's it goin', Cuz?" he asked.

"That's not funny," I told him.

"Yeah, it is," he said. He took my hand, and we swung out in opposite directions. "You still liked that, didn't you?" I nodded. He pulled me to him and kissed me. "And you still liked that."

"Yeah."

"Then no one else matters."

"We can talk later, but I have to get back to my family before they get suspicious. I mean, the family I already knew about."

"Okay."

I went back and had idle chat with the people at my table. I tried to pay attention, but all I could think about was Paul. If we couldn't date, was this a relative that I wanted to hang around with? I wanted to dance with him some more, kiss him some more-- Damn it, I had to find him.

I made sure my mom wasn't around. If there was any possibility of a reconciliation between her and Uncle Rob, I didn't want to spoil it. Luckily, I saw her heading toward the ladies' room just as I saw Paul getting back on the dance floor. I got into a place where he could see me, and when the song ended, he thanked the lady he'd been dancing with and moved in front of me. "I guess you're okay with it, then?" he asked.

"Right now, better than okay." I ground my hips into his. "Wanna be naughty?" I asked.

"How naughty?"

I leaned in and whispered, "Your little cousin wants to fuck you."

"Really!"

"You've got a room, don't you?" I didn't wait for him to answer. "Let's go!"

We were in his room and naked in what seemed like only a minute. Paul put his hands on my ass and rubbed them. We got on the bed and he reached between my legs to stroke my pussy. "I love you, Molly," he whispered.

I didn't shout, but I didn't whisper either. "I love you, too, but we don't have much time." I pushed him onto his back. "I've wanted to do this since the night we met." I straddled his dick.

"What do you mean? We've done this lots of times."

"Not this way," I said as I lowered myself onto it. "That first night in my dorm room, I wanted to ride you, but I couldn't." When I could feel his leg hairs on my butt, I started bouncing. When I was coming down and his dick was going up, I didn't really feel anything until I stopped, and I could feel his head near my cervix, but when I came back up, I could feel various parts rubbing against all sides of my cunt.

"Oh, sure," Paul said. "You're my beautiful little cousin. You're forbidden." He started talking like a hillbilly. "If our folks ever find out, it'll start a feud!"

I tried to hum the theme from "Family Feud," but his dick tickled my insides so much that I couldn't get the rhythm right.

"Mah little cousin's so fuckin' purty. I jus' love them pony tails, and the freckles on her face." I've never had either of these, but I was enjoying this. "She's got a real purty mouth."

"Eww." I stopped moving.

"Really?"

"Call me a women's libber, but I don't think rape is funny." I hadn't seen "Deliverance," but I knew the reference.

"Sorry."

"Just keep fucking me," I said. "And pick up where you left off."

I resumed bouncing, and he started thrusting to meet me. "Them tits sure bounce nice when ya bob up 'n' down like that." I leaned over. He caught my right breast and sucked on it briefly. He held my hands out. "Ya got the nicest little belly, an' yer pussy's the prettiest thing I ever did see."

"Fill it!" I ordered.

"Fill what?"

"Fill the pool with those little swimmers, Bubba!" I said. "Let's have a two-headed little girl."

"That'll be awfully nice, won't it?" Paul asked. I ground down on his crotch and waited. "We'll put rings on all twelve of her fingers!"

"Do it!"

"I'm comin', Lurlene!" And he was. I could feel his cum shooting upward. I wanted to feel it more, so I lay down on top of Paul.

After we'd caught our breath, I said, "We really said that, didn't we?"

"Yeah, but I remembered you told me we're okay. No inbred babies."

"I am on the Pill, but that's not what I meant. You said you love me. I mean, I kinda figured it when you asked me to come to the wedding."

"And I meant it."

"And then I said I love you too. And I didn't even realize it was true till I said it."

"So what do we do now?"

I didn't really give it much thought. "We go back to school and act like any other couple. Well, any other grad student and undergrad." We got dressed quickly and returned to the reception.

We were together constantly for the rest of the school year. I introduced him to Mom, but I was able to conceal the fact that she was his aunt. I'd already met Paul's immediate family, and we managed to keep them from finding out too. Paul got an internship at a recording studio in Nashville for the fall, so he was only a bus ride away. * * * I told Vicki a less-detailed version of this story. "The fact that it was forbidden made the sex more exciting. Tennessee let first cousins get married, so we did. We both wanted kids. We didn't have the testing that's available today, but our blood types were compatible, and there was no history of anything. They asked about insanity, hemophilia and cystic fibrosis, and some things I've forgotten since then. I went off the Pill and we had you. By that time, the excitement of a taboo relationship had worn off. I was young when I met your dad, and I based my decisions on the wrong things. My decisions wouldn't have been any better if I'd met someone else. The important thing for you and Bill is that you made your decisions for good reasons. We weren't very good at working out our problems, which I guess is why your Dad started having affairs. Mona's not the only one; she's just the only one he got pregnant."

"So I have cousins I never met?"

"Yes. His brother couldn't deal with it, and neither could Uncle Jim."

"Who?"

"Connie's father. The bride's. My immediate family was fine with it, and my grandparents both died before I was out of high school. Everyone else, I didn't see 'em that much growing up anyway. I assume they have kids, so those would be your cousins too. Even if I didn't approve, I'm not going to make the same mistakes they did. Your Aunt Tina was okay with me and Paul, so she'll probably be okay with you and Bill. I want to see your babies grow up."

"Babies?"

"I can tell by your expression. You're gonna want another one; it's just a matter of how long you want to wait."

That Friday, I had dinner with Bill and Vicki. I probably wouldn't have recognized the young man, since the last time I saw him was at Paul's funeral when he was 19 or 20. They showed me Bill's old room that they were planning on making into a nursery. Bill had a good job, and Vicki didn't have to tell her employers about her relationship to Bill in order to get health insurance for the baby. At the end of the evening, we all felt a sense of relief. Our family wasn't just together again, it was growing. When Vicki's first maternity clothes proved to be not quite spacious enough, I went shopping with her. Bill tried, but he was no better than the average at shopping for his own clothes, let alone anyone else's. I found her a couple tops that ensured that he'd still find her sexy.

Vicki called me one night when was about eight months along, crying in an unfamiliar way.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"I miss Bill."

"Where is he?"

"He had to go out of town for a few days for work." Thank God. I thought something much worse had happened. "I'm feeling horny, and I can't do anything about it."

"Did you try calling him?"

"No one answered at his hotel room, and when I called his cell phone, it said he was out of the service area."

"If he's on business, he's probably having dinner with a client or something."

"I know," Vicki said. "I'm not worried, just frustrated." Then she surprised me a little. "Tell me another story about you and Dad." Our boundaries had changed since I told her the original story. That happens once you admit to screwing your brother or cousin. I was okay with that. I knew other mothers who were really open with their adult daughters, and they seemed happy about it.

"Let me think," I said. "I've told you how we met, how we fell in love ... Okay, here's one I don't think I told you. We got engaged over Christmas break during my senior year, while your dad was on his internship."

"Don't call him my dad. It sounds too much like I'm watching my parents have sex."

"Well, you're hearing about it, aren't you?"

"Yeah, but I wasn't there yet, so you're not really my parents in this story." I'd heard Paul telling another expectant father never to argue with a pregnant woman, and I thought it was probably good advice here as well.

"Anyway, because of the weather and when I had things to turn in, I couldn't get down to see ... Paul ... until right after Valentine's Day. He picked me up at the bus station, and we went to a romantic restaurant. The restaurant was slow for a Friday, but I guess that was because the people who usually went there had already been for Valentine's, or the weekend before. It was also the first time we'd eaten out together since I turned 21, so I took great pleasure in ordering the wine. I didn't know a damn thing about wine; I was lucky that the list made it clear which ones were red and which were white. He said he had a couple interviews lined up in the next couple months. One was in Kansas City, and another was where we eventually moved. I told him I had a couple surprises for him when we got to his place."

"Were toys involved?" Vicki asked. I thought I heard one in the background, but I didn't ask.

"Not this time," I answered, "but if you're going to ask that, I'll tell you that the next time he came to campus, we went to the adult bookstore in town and bought a butt plug."

"Wow! Bill and I haven't even used one of those."

"Anyway, once we got back, I told Paul to get comfortable, and I headed into the bathroom."

"Did you walk out naked?" Vicki asked.

"Better. The adult bookstore? The day after Valentine's they had a clearance sale on sexy lingerie, so I bought a sheer black nightgown. I walked out in that and nothing else. As soon as I walked out, he chased me into the bedroom. I jumped onto the bed and immediately rolled on my back. He was getting dressed way too slowly for my liking. I told him, 'Hurry up. I'm starting without you!' I'd already started playing with myself. Once he was naked, he came up next to me and pulled one of the straps to the side. He pulled my left breast halfway out and sucked on my nipple while he played with ..."

"Oh, just say it, Mom."

"With my pussy. I told him my right breast was getting jealous. He lifted my nightgown up so it was gathered around my neck. If we'd been into the weird stuff, he could have held it around my neck."

Vicki laughed. "You're screwing your cousin; I'm doing my brother, but we think that's the weird stuff."

I laughed too and continued. "He put his hands underneath my back and went back and forth between my breasts, sometimes licking the nipple and sometimes just sucking as much flesh into his mouth as he could. I lifted my knees to put some space between my pussy and his stomach. I took one of his hands out from underneath me and tried to put it in my crotch. He got the idea. He left my breasts alone and slipped his middle finger inside me. I don't know if it's just because his finger was bigger than mine, but it felt so much better than my own."

"I know what you mean," Vicki panted.

I interrupted my own story. "Can you still see yours?"

"It's been a month since I saw it without looking in the mirror," Vicki said.

"Still feels good, though, doesn't it?"

"It'll do," she panted, "but goddammit, right now I want Bill's cock in there!"

"Are you still having sex?" I asked.

"Yeah, but he keeps acting like he's afraid I'll break, or he'll hurt the baby." Her breathing was more measured now. "Story, Mom!"

"Right. He added another finger, and then another. Once he got three in, he went back to sucking on my tits. This time, I felt something different. Not physically. That particular touch made me feel the love we had. The fourth finger and that feeling put me over the top, and I screamed his name out. 'Paul! Paul! Oh, God, Paul! Make love to me!'"

"Did he?"

"I hadn't even finished the sentence when I felt him inside me. I was still coming when I felt the head running up and down my walls. He said, 'Yeah, you like fucking your cousin, don't you?' and I nodded. 'You can't get enough of your cousin's cock, can you?' I shook my head. 'You wanna ride it, don't you?' I murmured, 'Uh-huh!' I put my arms on his sides and rolled him onto his back. I took my nightgown off. Now I could feel the ridges on top as they stimulated my mound. We were thrusting our hips back and forth madly. 'You want your cousin to come in your cunt, don't you?'" I couldn't believe I was using these words to talk to my daughter. "I told him, 'Do I ever! Gimme your spunk!' I mashed my hips down on his, and soon he was filling my womb."

"Wait a second. I was born in December. Unless I was way, WAY overdue ..."

"Yeah, so? You wanted to hear a torrid tale, and I'm telling you one. This isn't the night you were conceived. Sperm can live for a few days, so even women who think they know the day are wrong a lot. We had sex so many times that month that I couldn't even have guessed which night it was. Or day. One time that month, I remember hearing the apartment maintenance guy starting the lawnmower while Paul was busy plowing a different field. But I'll save that one for another time. Anyway, since I was still coming when he entered me, I wasn't ready to come when he did. That was okay, 'cause I could concentrate on how his spunk felt when it shot up into me. When one load was rather weak, I figured he was nearly done, and I moved us onto our sides. Paul told me I make a different face depending on whether I think the sex itself was great or if I'm just feeling the love. I had the great sex face on, but I could see Paul was feeling the love. 'What's the other surprise?' he asked.

"I put my arm over his side to keep him from getting up too fast. 'I went off the Pill,' I told him, and I waited for his reaction. At first, he just said, 'Oh.' Then he said, 'Ohhh,' again when he realized what had just happened. 'Are ... are you mad?' I asked him. 'I should be,' he said sternly. 'But we both know we want kids, so, no, not really.' A little later, maybe ten minutes, he said, 'Well, then, let's get started.' He was on me and in me again. I held my legs out a little wider to make it easier for him to move his hips. The next several minutes were a mix of us saying, 'I love you,' and 'Yeah, baby,' and 'Makin' babies!' We were going at it so hard that my tits were shaking back and forth. I could feel him tensing up. I pulled my heels up to his buttocks just as he yelled, 'Yeah, yeah! I'm coming!' I can't remember what I said, but I urged him on. 'I'm filling you up with my sperm! We're gonna make a baby, aren't we?' I nodded. I kept my feet in place to keep him where I needed him, and soon I had what felt like the largest load of cum I'd ever received. I held him in place to get every last drop. When it felt like there was no more, he got off me. I said, 'Well, I wonder how long it'll be before I'm knitting twelve-toed booties.' He laughed 'cause we knew there was no history of anything weird like that. But I told you that already. He started playing with my nipples, and I told him, 'You realize once we do this, those won't belong to you any more.' He said, 'Well, then I guess I better enjoy 'em while I can.' He got on top of me and straddled my stomach. He was only a little bit hard, so I stroked him a few times. He moved up and put his dick between my breasts. It was only the second or third time we'd ever done that. I remembered a magazine cover we'd seen at the bookstore where a woman held her tits together while they did it, so I did it too. Holding 'em didn't make it feel any sexier for me, but it got Paul hard in a hurry, and it looked sexy when his cock head appeared in front of me. I could see it arching up, and I knew what was happening. I told him, 'Go for it!' I meant for him to move up and come on my face, but he misunderstood. He moved back instead and sprayed it all over my chest. It was okay, though, because he got a little on my chin, which was all I really wanted. I stuck my tongue out and got the little bit that was on my lip. He said, 'That's it. Swallow it, my nasty little cousin. You love my salty cum, don't you?' I put my finger on my chin and gathered the rest of his cum. I made a show of licking it off and making a smacking noise, like I was testing how much salt was in my soup."




The Player



I didn't hear anything on the other end. "Are you still there?"

Vicki let out a loud moan and then giggled. "Yeah ... yeah, I'm definitely there!" When she finished exhaling, she said, "Wait, that's terrible. Why'd you do that without telling him?"

"I told you, I was young. I made some decisions that were ... unwise, even if they worked out okay in the end. I knew he was applying for jobs all over the country, and I wanted to make sure he stayed around. I shouldn't have needed that, since we were already engaged, but I was insecure. I'm not letting your dad off the hook for his affairs. He was an adult, and he was responsible for his own actions. Still, sometimes I think about things I did and wonder if any of them drove him away. Another time we were really into it, and he asked, 'How'd you like to fuck TWO cousins sometime?' I don't know if he was serious, but I didn't immediately say no. Long after your dad and I split up, I remembered that time and I realized that the taboo part of the relationship was part of why I stayed with him. I'm not saying we shouldn't have gotten married, but we should have waited until we were sure we were really in it for love. Like I said when you first told me about you and Bill, you've been much wiser than I was when I was your age."

"Thanks, Mom," she said. I recognized the intonation as that of a tired pregnant woman.

"Need anything else?" I asked.

"No. We stocked up on everything I like to eat, and I have a bag ready just in case the baby's early."

If I'd ever thought there was anything wrong with Vicki and Bill being together, that idea evaporated when I saw my granddaughter Jody for the first time. I actually cried. I told Bill, "I'm sorry. Well, not sorry, really, 'cause that sounds like I would have done something different. If I'd known that the two of you were fooling around when you were young, I would have tried to stop you. But I'm sorry you had to hide what you had from me for all this time. I wish we could all have been together from the beginning."

"It's okay, Mom," Bill said.

"Don't call me Mom," I sobbed. "Call me Molly. I don't deserve to have you call me Mom. Even when you lived with us, I resented you. I divorced your father rather than let you stay in my house."

Bill put his arms around me. "You're Vicki's mom, and ever since we told you about us, you've been as good a mom as anyone else." He was tearing up too. "Besides, I haven't had any kind of mother since you and my dad split up. We're an unconventional family, and I have an unconventional mom. I like it."

A month later Vicki told me, "You're right. I want another one."

"You don't mean right now, do you? You're not supposed to sex for six weeks, and even then they don't recommend getting pregnant again that soon."

"Oh, not right now! I want to learn how to take care of one baby before I'm ready for two. But I definitely want at least one more."