1 comments/ 7373 views/ 1 favorites Innocence Redux By: HunterShambles The characters in this story are all over eighteen and the age of consent, sex if it happens is consensual. UK English is the rule: if the spellings Mum, arse or colour annoy you, don't go any further, for the rest of you enjoy. This is a rewritten version of the original story, which, judging from the comments, left most people confused. Originally I didn't add any markers to show where the dream sequences start, as it was designed to be a rather convoluted dream and I wanted to implant into the story the total sense of confusion you get when you wake up from what appears to be a very real situation. You know when you wake and it takes several minutes to get your head together. I accept I needed to work on that, I was so wrong in my assumptions since everyone seem not to get the point. I thought that any markers would have killed the whole confusion on waking stance. "Oh yeah, Dream Sequence...." but I was wrong, totally, so here it is again, with I hope, a more coherent narrative, let me know what you think. I remember the day well, it's imprinted on my mind in searing detail. I stared at my sister seeing her squirm, she was obviously distraught that I knew what had happened. "I swear I didn't let it happen, I never did anything to encourage him. Please, it wasn't my idea or what I ever wanted, why can't you believe me?" My sister looked at me with genuine tears in her eyes, I backed down, I always do. she sat crying, I sat next to her and hugged her. "OK, I believe you, I knew when Mum told me that you would never willingly submit to him, but have you talked to Mum yet?" "No I was waiting for you, I didn't know what to say. He phoned and told me he told her about an hour ago. He was so smug, so happy, bastard! BASTARD!" Her eyes looked down and a few teardrops fell from her cheeks onto her blouse. I pulled her closer to me. As we met her head turned and she snuggled into my shoulder, then the tears came. She sobbed for a good fifteen - twenty minutes, my shirt was soaked, but it would dry, I didn't mind. Al slowly recovered her composure and soon her sobbing stopped, she rubbed her face in a dry bit and let go a hollow laugh. Relaxing I set her free. She had her arm round my waist, she hugged me. "Mike I'm so sorry, I was ashamed about it otherwise I would have told you straight away, honestly." I nodded, and hugged her again, "OK babe, let's go see Mum, she's going to need us more than ever now." "That fucking shit!" Al screamed, I held her and she patted my back. "I'm OK, good to go, I'll drive." I remember that's how it started that day all those years ago. Now I tossed and turned in bed trying to sleep. When it came it was a restless fitful sleep, images, scenes from the day and more came to me, I was struggling through mud as I tried to sort the tangle out, somehow it was real but not right.... I remember the day so well. I walked from my house with Al and we took her car, She was twenty three, I was twenty eight. We both have dark hair, hers shoulder length, mine cut short, a number four, every three weeks. Al was slim, tall and athletic, with small pert boobs and a firm round arse. Her stomach was flat, almost concave and she wore her blouses short, leaving her navel on view. No piercing for Al, nor tats, that wasn't her style. She wore a short wrap around skirt, well above her knees, but cycle shorts underneath. Don't ask me why, I know, it's Al, she always does things differently. Me I favour t-shirt and jeans or shorts, keep it simple is my maxim. We sped over to the house in her little Ka, I hated it, it was far too small. I had an old Mondeo, it ate fuel but I loved it. I remember the drive over, silent, concentrating, nothing left to say. She drove skillfully and fast, within the limit, but only just. She knew every Hump, Throat and Speed Camera in a fifty mile radius. She needed too, considering her need for speed. Soon we were outside the old place and we sat looking at it for a few minutes. It looked neat and tidy, lawn mowed, edges trimmed, flower beds weeded, but we knew it was all a front. Sighing, Al leaned on the door handle and reluctantly opened her door. I followed my side and we looked at each other over the roof of the Ka. "Ready?" "As I'll ever be.. This is going to be hell." "Tell me about it, OK, heads up, here we go." We walked towards the house, side by side, holding hands, like we did at primary school. Reaching the door, we hesitated. I reached forward and pulled the handle, surprisingly the door was unlocked and then the door was open. I pushed forward and let Al come after me into the hallway. "Hi, Mum! Hi, it's us, Al and Mike, are you here?" I looked at Al and we waited for a response, nothing. "Mum!" I bellowed, no answer, we walked through the house, in the kitchen was a note, propped up against the sauce bottle, all it said was, Sorry, Mum xxx I looked at Al, saw the tears forming and pushed past her to the stairs. I clattered up them my big elephants feet clumping away, the boom of the tread as I hit each one was deafening. I ran to each room, bathroom no! My old room no! Al's room no! Mum and Dad's, there she was looking serene. In my dreams I can remember how she was, lying there in her room. I thought I could touch her and feel her warm skin as I did that day... Mum lay on the bed, face up, hands by her side, in her favourite dress, white with a brocade weave over the chest, it flared at her hips and finished at her knees. It was sleeveless and showed a hint of her chest. A single chain of thin gold round her neck and her gold stud earrings. Her eyes were closed, a little liner and some lipstick made her look beautiful. Her hair was immaculate. for fifty one she looked good, no she looked great, she had always taken care of herself, no matter what the circumstances. Mum always appeared perfect. I remember Al tumbled in and looked at Mum. I approached the bed and touched her hand, it was warm. I touched her neck and just about felt a pulse. On the bedside table an empty pill bottle, a sedative prescribed recently. A tumbler of water had a feint lipstick print on it. I grabbed the phone and dialed the emergency services, requesting an ambulance. I said it looked like an accidental overdose, reading the name of the tablets out to them. They asked basic questions, which I repeated and Al tried out. Did Mum respond to her name, could she open her eyes, could she move a finger in response to a question. All negative responses. The guy said an ambulance was on its way, expected in eight minutes. We pushed Mum over to the recovery position, Al's request, as she had recently re-taken a First Aid in the Workplace course again. Mum groaned as we turned her, we didn't know if that was good or bad. We heard the ambulance and again I crashed onto the stairs. As it drew up I ran across the lawn and showed the two guys, who were on their way to meet me, where we were. They carried large bulky bags, but moved incredibly fast. They were already in the bedroom as I stumbled up the stairs. Al had been at the bedroom door to show them the way. Later Sara, my then girlfriend, now my wife, told me I was tossing and turning, mumbling things and shouting out Al and Mum's name. Back in the dream the Paramedics made their assessment and asked more questions, they took the pill box and wrote down all the information. They unfolded a stretcher and moved Mum on it, strapping her in and attaching a monitor. They hustled downstairs, but without causing Mum any pain and walked across the lawn. Loading her into the back and strapping the stretcher down, they put on their 'blues and two's' and were away. Sara said the sweat was pouring off me, and I was crying in my sleep. I remember we were told she was going to the General, so we followed on, again with Al driving at the limit. It was still fast, but we couldn't do the speed they were doing legally. At this point i was totally in the grip of this horrible dream, unable to wake and dreading the consequences. I knew it was wrong but it was so real. It seems we parked or something because we were now in A&E, trying to find the reception desk. There we were directed to a cubicle and found Mum, off the stretcher, in a bed, with two nurses hooking her up to a monitor. One had a clipboard and we set about giving her all the information she would need. A Doctor came in and went to Mum, he asked the nurses questions and looked at the monitor. He wanted her stomach washed out and prescribed a powerful stimulant. We were pushed aside as the nurses set things up. A senior nurse entered, her uniform a dark blue against the light blue of the two other nurses. She had a trolley and it had a locked box on top. The nurse showed her the doctors note, she nodded, produced keys and opened the box. The nurses had a drip line in and had fitted it to a canula. The Senior nurse attached a needle to a bottle, measured out the dose, checked it, asked one of the other nurses to verify, they both initialed the sheet. Locking the box and stowing the keys, the nurse attached the needle to free link on the canula and pushed the trigger. Satisfied that it had all been dispensed, she disposed of the needle in the big yellow plastic box set up for that purpose. The other nurses meanwhile had a contraption set up next to Mum. They fed a tube into her and began the stomach wash. A large storage bottle took the output, it wasn't pleasant. After they finished, mum look pale and sweaty. She coughed and retched. Then her eye opened. It closed and she began to snore heavily, the nurses grinned. "I think you mother is going to be OK, she'll be sore, feel like death warmed up and will have an almighty headache later. She'll feel like she's been on a ten day drunk, without the pleasure of the alcohol. We'll do tests later to see if there is any physical damage, kidneys, stomach, liver, spleen, but hopefully, she'll be home in a couple of days." "she'll be home in a couple of days." I apparently said this out loud, as Sara debated waking me. Meanwhile I could feel the warm sweatiness of the plastic chair I was sat on. A Doctor appeared, she was sure we had got to her in time, I knew her face, she had treated my broken arm when I was seven, she didn't look a day older. Suddenly Mum was transferred to a general ward and it was eight pm and we were told we had to go. In reality I remember that afterwards we left for the family home. Checking it out we locked up and Al drove back to my place. We were both not up to eating. so just had a banana and a cup of tea. I had said to Al she could have my room and I would bed down on the sofa, with a spare pillow and duvet cover. It was warm and I didn't need the filler anyway. Al obviously had no night clothes, so I lent her a t-shirt, Al is my height, so it would only came down to her navel, she grinned and said it would do. In my dream I phoned Sara my girlfriend and updated her. I said I'd probably be out of action for two to three days. I heard her grin, as she said that was all right as Leonardo di Caprio had phoned so she'd be out of town herself. I told Al, who asked me to ask Sara to send her regards to Leo and thank him for last weekend. Sara laughed and we said goodnight I slipped deeper into my dream again, saw that Al had gone to change, so I slipped into a pair of boxers and a clean t-shirt, I nearly had a heart attack when Al walked out of the bedroom. I shut my eyes quickly. "Alice Singleton you have no knickers on and that t-shirt doesn't cover your embarrassment." "For God's sake Mike, it's just my body, I'm your sister already, get over yourself." I opened my eyes, she was stood hands on hips looking at me with a lopsided grin. I couldn't help but notice she waxed, her mound was white and smooth like marble with that little round cleft leading to a pair of thick outer lips, closed off tightly. "Seen enough? or maybe I should sit down with my legs open?" "Al, I... Al you are beautiful, perfect, OK, I've said it, it's out there." "Thanks big brother and as you're tenting those shorts I guess you're telling the truth. Tell me does Sara have tits and a pussy, if so, why look so amazed that I, another girl, also have them too." "I've never seen yours before, I mean, shit I don't know what I mean. But you are very beautiful." "Yeah, yeah, look we need to talk, Mums in a bad way and we have to let Dad know what's happened." I gazed into Al's deep blue eyes, she smiled. "Al do you think he'll care? After all they split eight years ago, he's with Phillipa now, they may not be interested," I finished lamely. "He damn well will be interested, they still talk, he loves her in his own way, I know he does. Here I'll phone", Al sat on my sofa, legs up on the coffee table, her mobile jammed to her ear. I looked at her slim long perfectly proportioned legs "Nice legs to Sis." "Shut up Perver, I'm busy." I moved off to the kitchen and found two cola's, popped the tops and went back handing one to her, just as Dad must have answered. I knew I hated cola, why would i be drinking it. I could feel the bubbles in my throat as I drank. "Dad, it's Al, yeah, look, Mum's in hospital, yeah OD'ed, some tranquiliser, yes he's here, I'm at his place. OK, see you later." She clicked off and threw her phone down, leaning back the t-shirt hugged her breasts, the tips of her nipples just poking the fabric out. She swigged the coke, then started flapping her legs open. I tried not to look, I promise I really, really tried. This was my little sister. This wasn't what she usually did around me. She was always so modest. "Mike, Dad's coming over in the morning, he says there's nothing he can do now. Pip's coming with him, they'll come here for nine thirty-ish, is that OK?" "Sure, what else can we do? Do we try to contact Tom?" "NO! He hurt her badly, obviously they didn't part on good terms, Mum says it was a shoutfest, so I say no." I nodded, she continued, "She said he's dropped her for some pasty faced waitress in town, less than half his age and only just legal. Shitbag! I knew that was only half the truth." "Nothing we can do Al. they're grown ups too." "I think we should tell him, make him squirm at least." "Right and that will help because..?" I left it hanging, Al shrugged. "It'll make me feel better?" "And that'll be good because..?" "Shut up conscience of mine, you work it out." "Tell me Al, did he ever..you know before this?" "Yes, yes he did, once before this but I never told Mum, I was too upset. She twigged something was up, but I said it was my usual time of the month thing." "Do you want to talk about it?" "Not really, I... I locked it away, it was nothing, he couldn't hurt me." "Why didn't you tell me?" "Because, dickhead, Mum was happy, in love, I couldn't hurt her, could I. Anyway I thought he knew not to try again, I made that quite clear." "Wow!" "I told him if he touched me again, I'd tell mum and we'd wait til he was asleep, then we'd cut his dick off and let him bleed out." She grinned as I grimaced and automatically cupped my meat and two veg in my hands, uttering a low moan. "Yeah frightening huh?" "Fuck yes!" "Don't worry bro, you're safe, that's not on my agenda tonight." "Thank fuck for that, so I guess we keep the bastard out of the loop." "Absolutely, no contact." "Noted." Al grinned and stretched her legs out, I felt my cock stiffen, and hurriedly raised my legs up and half lounged, half crouched on the arm chair opposite her. "Have you got a hard-on?" Al look at me mischievously, then opened and flattened her legs, showing me her heavenly pussy. I blushed and hunched up some more. "Show me?" "What!" "Show me your cock, come on, you're eyes are bugged out looking at me, show me yours." Al's eyes flashed and she pulled her legs together, planted her feet down and stood. She pulled my t-shirt over her head, then sat back down. Al would never do that in real life. We hadn't been naked together since we were ten and seven. Mum had been firm but pleasant, not wrong but just not done in good families. "So big brother, no excuse now, you can see me, I want to see you, strip!" She raised an eyebrow, taunting me, her legs opening again, inviting me to stare. I ogled her as I swear time stood still, the clock must have stopped. My sister was perfect, a babe, a hottie, whatever the buzz word now was. Her breasts small firm, topped with two delicious looking perky nipples, skin like alabaster marble, the tan lines just showing. I stood and pulled my t-shirt over my head, pulled off my boxers, my cock bouncing in the freedom, the air cool, but unable to make it anything but rigid. Al smiled and flushed slightly, "Wow, that's lovely, you certainly have a nice body Mikey. Now I know why Sara's always smiling, I would too if you were mine." She giggled and her hands rubbed her sides gently. Al stood and came to me, she ran her hands over my chest, careful to keep herself out of dick range. I sighed, she walked round and leaned against me, her perfect breasts against my back. Her arms snaked round me and her hands locked together just above my pubes. She rested her head on my shoulder, then moved to kiss my back. "Mmm, nice, I love this, the contact, the skin to skin, I love you so much Mikey." She swayed and rubbed her belly and mound into my lower back and arse. My cock was now hurting it was so hard, I felt my pulse hammering in my temples. My breathing was rough, shaky, my mouth dry. We had never gone this far before. A few minor investigations as youngsters, looking, not touching, flashing as teenagers. Al grinning topless on holiday, Mum too. Dad and I staring totally blown away. Al in bra and knickers, coming into my room, searching for a non existent book. Enjoying my discomfort at my cocks irrational need to get hard around her. I covered her hands with mine, I felt sweat beginning to form on my brow. I knew I was flushed. I tried to speak but couldn't, I felt her hands slip lower, just above the base of my cock, I twitched, I stammered, no words, just a yip. Sara said I was sporting a very healthy hard on at this point, she was now sure I was just having a wet dream, so she left me alone. Meanwhile back in my head, my mind was overclocking. "Hmm, cat got your tongue big brother. Do you think that in all the years you've been getting stiff over me, I wasn't getting damp over you?" "I... I never.. thought... I never thought that I was that exciting, you know buff enough. You were always a babe, hot, whatever we're supposed to call it now. You were premier league, I was league one, way below you on the 'fit' scale." "Not true, look at Sara, she's hot, she loves you, you are serious girlmeat big brother. A lot of my friends wanted you. But I have to admit, I steered them off, because I wanted you for me. I had the hots for you at eighteen, by twenty you were my fantasy, my wank dream. Yes Mikey, I used to finger myself imagining it was you, how hot is that?" All the time she was rubbing and swaying against me. I was trembling, almost shaking. I tried to move my hands, but the freedom let her circle my cock and cup my balls, it was too much. Skilled as I thought I was at satisfying Sara before I came, this was so crazy sexy I knew I was done. As Al's hand slid up my shaft, I jerked and sprayed cum all over the floor. I heard Al cry in delight, felt her slide her hand down and the other tighten on my balls. I felt limp, exhausted. Al walked round me still holding my cock, her other hand, index finger extended, walked round my body. "Wow, you were certainly very pleased to feel me, weren't you?" Innocence Redux "Al, why????????" "Because Mikey, I wanted to, it' been a fantasy of mine for years, now it's a reality. And let me say right-away, you did not disappoint. I love you Mikey, I really love you." She leaned in to kiss me gently, both hands now on my limp cock. That's when the doorbell rang. I flushed again, Al grinned and walked to the hallway. "Al, Al!" I yelled, she ignored me. Sara said I was shouting Al's name and my face was contorted with anguish. I heard the door open, heard Sara's voice, Al answering, the door close, laughter, kissing, then Al walked in holding Sara's hand. Sara grinned and undid her long coat. Pulling it open, she stood naked, Al's hands touching her breasts, her belly, her mound, a kiss on the cheek. Sara turned and then they kissed, a lovers kiss, as their hands pulled them into an embrace, breasts meeting, belly's, mounds too. My cock twitched. "Hello lover," Al said and ran her hand over Sara's glorious backside, gently squeezing the firm globe of her cheek. "Mmm, hi gorgeous, how was he?" "Perfect, thank you, I've wanted to touch him for years, he's my perfect lover." Sara swung her head towards me. "I guess from the effect, you enjoyed your sisters touch, I'm glad, because from now on, it's the three of us or nothing understood." I nodded dumbly, slowly aware that they had planned this. "Ah! I see the penny's dropped. Don't worry, we're all friends here, but more of that later. Right now I need to know how your Mum is." Sara and Al sat on the sofa. Sara pointed to the vacant space beside her, I nodded and walked over, sitting. Al started to explain what had happened and Sara grew more serious. She nodded and asked for clarifications, we both ended up telling the story between us. By now we were all hand in hand. I felt easier, my cock shrinking. No longer compelled to look at my sister or girlfriend's nudity. Eventually we finished and Sara looked sad, "You're poor Mum, she must have felt so alone, so lost." "Yeah and I feel so guilty at not spotting it." "Me too," said Al. Sara nodded, "Neither of you should feel any guilt, your Mum... your Mum wouldn't want that. But I think that she will need a hell of a lot of TLC to recover from this and you'll need to keep her buoyant when she's down." We nodded, then Sara yawned and we realised how tired we were. Hand in hand we went to the bedroom and crawled into the king size bed that dominated the room. We all lay curled together and then... I woke to find the bed empty, and laughter and coffee smells sneaking in from the kitchen. I got up and went to pee. Finishing I drifted into the kitchen. Sara and Al were sat at the table, both naked, drinking coffee. I grinned as they gave me a little wave. "Kettles hot, we left you sleeping, you looked so cute. Sara took your picture, here." Al slid Sara's phone over the table, I looked at the picture, I was face down, curled up and naked. I nodded, I looked OK, I thought. Pushing the button, the kettle began to make it's boiling noise. I found a mug and the instant decaff. Filling the mug with the boiling water I stirred it vaguely. I added milk and found a seat. "No news so far," Al held up her phone, I hadn't checked. Al pushed my phone across, "You neither, I took yours so it wouldn't wake you." "Thanks, you guys OK?" "Fine, you?" "Fuzzy, muddled, confused." I said, "Mike, don't worry, everything you think happened, happened and we're all cool right?" "Right," added Al, "Sara..." "Don't, I know, but trust me, I'm cool. Al's cool, we just need you to be cool." "Right, guess we should sort ourselves out, Dad'll be here soon." "Breakfast or showers?" "Mix and match, you guys go shower, try not to use all the hot water, I'll eat, then we can swap." "Sharesy?" Al asked, Sara grinned, "Good idea, I have clean knickers if you want, I keep clothes here for when I stay over." "Which is not often enough," I added, they grinned. In all this, every detail, touch, object was real, I swear it was. I lived this I really felt it was real. Forty minutes later, we were clean and fed. I had tidied the lounge and wiped up the remains of my cum from the floor. I opened the window and let the clean fresh air in. Just then the doorbell rang. Al bounced into the hall, I heard the door open and her excited "Daddy" squeal. Then he came in, Al was hugging Phillipa. Dad and I man hugged, I held him a lot longer than usual. His strong arms held me too. Finally we broke, a tear in our eyes. We brought Dad and Pip up to speed. Pip was teary, holding Dad's hand tightly. Dad said he and Pip would visit. After the break up and divorce for some inexplicable reason Mum and Phillipa had become friends. She and Dad had even double dated, when Mum was a little unsure of her new date. Dad and Phillipa providing Mum with a buffer and protection. Not that she needed it. When Tom came on the scene Phillipa had a quiet word with me, she didn't trust him, she warned me to be careful and to ensure Al was protected. Seems she was right. I blurted it out, Al reddened, Dad flushed and his brow darkened. Phillipa and Sara calmed us down, then suggested coffee or tea. We sat lost in our own thoughts. My mobile rang, the hospital. The nurse had phoned to say that Mum was fine, her tests were all negative and as such with the shortage of beds, they were willing to discharge her into our care. I was stunned but okayed it. The others sat waiting, as I clicked the phone off. "Mum's being discharged we can go get her as soon as.." I shrugged. Phillipa stood, she was a tall willowy redhead, fit and freckly, quite sexy really. "We'll go get her, we'll ring on the way back, Don?" She walked to the door as Dad stood, we all looked glum. Phillipa looked back, "For God's sake don't look like that when we get back, we'll be bringing her here, I think a few days away from home might help, OK?" "yeah!" we chorused, as Dad steered her out the room. We heard the door open and close and the car go off. "I'll make up the spare room bed, you guys run the vacuum over the place and go get some flowers to brighten the place up. What's Gill's favourite meal?" "Chicken, I'll go get a bird, maybe Dad and Pip will stay too." "Good the more love she gets the better," Sara said disappearing. "You OK big brother?" "Al I have no idea how I am, I'm functioning, all this is overloading me." Al hugged me, my dirty side woke up, "You wearing a bra?" "Nah! why bother, by the way, Sara and I decided it was a knickers optional day, neither of us bothered. Oh my God, how quick was that?" I grinned, and shifted my junk into a more comfortable position. Al laughed and swept out with her car keys and phone in hand. "Going shopping Sara, and he knows." She giggled and I heard her slam the door after her. I cleared the table, stacked the dishwasher and wiped everything down. If Mum was coming it had to be tidy or we'd get a tongue lashing about it. I found the vacuum cleaner and whizzed round, dusted and headed for the bathroom. I pulled the damp towels out and replaced them, loaded the washing machine and went to find Sara. The bed in the spare room was made neatly and the window was open allowing the fresh breeze to waft through. I went to the second bedroom and found Sara making up the bed. "Al and I will be staying, we have to make it look right." I nodded, Sara and I could share, but all three of us would raise an eyebrow. Mum especially wouldn't need any more upsets at this point. "Good idea, sorry not functioning at the moment, you and Al have blown my mind," I frowned. "Coffee, lounge, ten minutes, let me finish up." I left obediently and made coffee, took the mugs into the lounge and sat down. Sara fussed around upstairs, the came down, she purposely sat opposite not next to me. "Mike, there's something you need to know, Al and I well we're kind of really attuned to each other, more like twins, closer than sisters. I love her to bits and since we met, I've had a feeling about her. Not a bad one believe me but I knew there was something inside eating her up. Couple of weeks ago she asked to meet me, we did a bit of shopping and then found ourselves in her room. Your Mum was out with Tom. Anyway Al opened up to me, she's been madly in love with you for years and it's tearing her apart." I sat back dumbfounded. "But she's my sister! a babe agreed but still my sister. I honestly never, ever saw this coming, trust me Sara, this is a complete surprise to me. Poor Al, she could have any man she wanted, why me?" "Because dummy, you tick her boxes, float her boat, rock her world. Anyway after that we set about planning your seduction. OK I agree it's very weird for your girlfriend to set you up with your sister. Believe me it wasn't an easy decision to take, because if you and she meshed, I could be on a losing streak. Happily, Al likes me too and she was at pains to make sure I knew she would never stand in my way with you. After seeing you both, I knew something bad about myself." "What?" "I want you both, I want Al and you, both. I told Al in the shower this morning, she's over the moon." "But, we can't do this, how can we? It's so wrong, I love you Sara, I'm not sure I want to share you with my sister." "Might be a bit late now buster, if the shower was anything to judge by. " she grinned and rolled her eyes. "What, you and AL made out in the shower..." "What without you? Ah! Poor baby, don't worry, your chance will come, trust me." Sara slipped across and straddled my lap, her hands locating my fly, unzipping my shorts she grinned as she felt I had gone commando to. Lifting me out she stroked me gently, whilst leaning int to rub her titties across my chest. "No bra and knickers day, fill your boots." She kissed me and I had my hands behind her back as she slipped forward, her mound rubbing on my cockhead. I nearly came but held it, Slipping my hands under her shirt I palmed her nipples and returned her kiss, our tongues danced. She moved and her hand guided me to her opening, I slipped in and she gasped. I pumped she bucked we kissed. I came she didn't. I spun her round and flicked her skirt up, diving between her legs. Her pussy smelled of musk and pee and my cum was bubbling in the hole. I launched in, it was delicious and over in seconds. She screamed and wrapped her legs around me. All I could see, smell, taste and touch was her. I gobbled her up, feeling my breath being squeezed out of me. She bucked and flicked, twisting and squirmed, but my nose and tongue were embedded in her sex. Finally as she cleared orgasm two she lay back, legs wide. I sat up, she rolled over and grabbed my cock, shoveling it in her mouth and cleaning me off. Panting we pulled ourselves together. Sara insisted I was my face and hands whilst she douched to clear the remains off me out of her. Drying she said normally she'd just slip her knickers on, but as she wasn't going to wear any she had to avoid any accidents. I grinned as I dried my face. "Clean your teeth too, no giveaways okay?" I nodded, like a puppy in a shop window, she grinned, and left, flipping her skirt down and smoothing it as she left. I dropped my shorts and washed my cock and balls, not that I wanted to, but whatever, Sara said no giveaways. Downstairs I heard the door open and bang shut, Al, you could always tell. "Hi guys, stop whatever you're doing, I'm back." She shouted, I grinned, typical Al. I came downstairs and gave her a full on kiss, which earned me a bearhug and a bag on my foot. "Oww, Al what's in your bag?" I asked, faking the pain. "Grow up sissy, you aren't really hurt are you?" I grinned and she hit me on the arm, I laughed and she smacked me. It almost hurt, which left me in fits of giggles. Al started now, her laugh is loud and very dirty. I collapsed on the floor, sides aching. Sara came out with a grin watching the two of us sitting on the floor laughing like loons and holding our sides. "Do you know there are times when I really don't understand you Singletons, I really don't. What's so funny?" That made it even funnier and we were then lying on the floor, tears in our eyes, as the doorbell rang. Sara stepped round us laughing and opened the door, Pip shood Holding Mum's hand. Her free hand went to her mouth, as Pip roared and gripped Mum's hand tighter. Dad's head appeared between Pip's and Mum's, too funny. Al screamed and rolled over, her skirt flapping. "ALICE!" roared Mum, trying to keep a straight face. "Where are your knickers young lady?" Pip put her free hand up between her head and Mum's to obstruct Dad's view. He pushed it away, "I've wiped that backside often enough, nothings changed, except the size," he grumbled. I sat up and smacked Al's bare bottom, "Dad thinks you've got a big arse!" I yelled and sniggered. Mum shot me a disgusted look, "Michael Singleton, apologise for that remark, your sisters backside is very pert and pretty." I blushed, "It certainly is, just like her mother's." Pip said and gripped Mum again. "Thank you Pip, I certainly never expected that from you." "You're welcome and it's true, I've always been jealous of your figure." "Even with Don?" "Especially with Don," she said and looked Mum in the eye. "Honey, he's besotted with you, he was a good lover and husband and he is a great father, but with me he's a good friend now. We are well beyond anything but love and respect for each other." "I love you too, I wish we could have met differently." "Pip, we're good enough friends that it doesn't matter how we met." Mum kissed Pip, on the lips. Pip blushed and put her arm round Mum, their heads touched. Dad had a hand on each of their shoulders. "I am blessed by the love of two of the most beautiful women in the world." He touched his head to theirs. Meanwhile Al and I had pulled ourselves together and she helped me up, giving me a view of that lovely pussy again. Al hugged me and pulled Sara over we wrapped hands and arms and huddled together. Mum and Dad with Pip came in and we made tea. Mum sat on the sofa with Dad and Pip either side. Weirdly a tea service was out, my grandma's tea service, which had gone to my Auntie Pam on Nanny's death. "I'm sorry I caused so much bother, I just thought if I left you could all get on with your lives. I just wanted to sleep, forever." "Gill, Pip and I would be devastated without you, you're our best friend, truly." Dad had a tear in his eye, "I know we split up, but we had such good times together, Pip looks on you as a big sister. You've been so good to her. What about Al, such a beautiful young woman, who needed her mother to guide her through the early days of adulthood, and who I suspect needs her now just as much." "Mike is a truly good man, thanks to your providing him with such a good upbringing. I might have taught him football, cricket and golf, but the backbone of his life comes from you." Dad's hand rested on Mum's thigh, she nodded and kissed his lips. "Thanks Don, I'll take that as, 'you've been a silly girl but we all love you'." She grinned. "Gill.." Pip looked at Mum, then burst into tears, Mum hugged her as she sobbed uncontrollably, shushing her and running a hand down her back. Dad welled up and Al sat on the arm of the sofa putting an arm round Dad's shoulder. Turning he buried his head in her chest and sobbed. Sara reached for me and I held her tight, feeling her tears on my chest. It took several minutes for us to get some control. Dad found a tissue and dried his eyes, Al patting his shoulder, didn't notice her tear stained t-shirt was slightly translucent. With my free hand I mimed moving my t-shirt off my chest. Al looked quizzically then nodded slightly. Without fuss she pulled the wet shirt away from her boobs. I looked down at Sara, she nodded, she's seen and realised she couldn't say anything or gesture without the others seeing. Mum sat up as Pip straightened, her blouse clinging to her chest, showing her bra underneath, she stealthily moved it so the wet part was away from her breasts. I grinned, she caught my eye and winked. "I have to tell you why Tom and I split," she announced, we all sat up. "It seems he had an eye for Al, he openly admitted it, wanted a threesome. With my own daughter! Then came his lies and boasting about what he'd done to Al" She spat out. "Mum!" Al moved to kneel in front of her. "He tried to touch me a couple of times, before... I told him if he tried it again, I'd tell you and we'd cut his cock off and watch him bleed out." "Good for you, that wanker!" The room was quiet, Mum swore! She never, ever swore, she absolutely hated swearing. "What! Think I don't know the words or what they mean, Fuck, Shit, Cunt, Arseholes." she shouted. "Wank, Toss, Bollocks, Fanny!" We cracked up, mum too, she laughed and laughed. "Whew well that go that out of my system, I feel better for that." Dad wiped his eyes again, then looked at Al. "Alice I can almost see your boobs dear, that shirt is practically see through, do you want to go change it?" "Do you like them?" she laughed. "They're very nice Al, and I only make the suggestion because you're not wearing a bra and I can clearly see your nipples. You look very nice, but you may want to cover up." "No, it's okay Dad, it'll dry, besides they're your tears so they're special." "OK, your choice," Dad sat back and looked at Mum. "What?" "That was very honest of you, you could have not said and enjoyed a view of your daughter you wouldn't normally see." "That would be voyeuristic and perverted. As it is Al's breasts remind me of you when we first met. Anyway, I have Pip's breasts which I can not only look at but touch and enjoy." "Thanks Don, I think?" Pip said with a grin. Dad nodded and winked. Mum looked at Pip's chest causing her to blush. "Gill, that's embarrassing." "They are nice though aren't they, I think you're slightly smaller than me and I bet not as droopy." "They were never droopy," Dad said. "It's been eight years Don, a lot can happen in that time." "Nonsense, I bet they're as fresh as they were when we met." "You want to bet?" "Show me then?" Dad said with a grin. "Dad!" said Al as mum stood, "Did you forget you never dare Mum." Dad winked and looked at Mum, she had her blouse off and was reaching for her Bra. Pip squeaked and stood, pulling her top off and unsnapping her bra at the front." Al grinned and tugged her top off, beside me Sara sighed and stood. Suddenly there were four topless women in the room. I ogled unashamedly. Each in their own way perfect, each different, each so perfect. I was redder than a beetroot. With no thought for the consequences I pulled my shorts down, my erect cock springing out. Pip screamed and pointed, mum grinned, Al leered and Sara reached around and stroked it, shouting, 'mine'. Dad grinned and undid his trousers, sliding them and his pants down. "Oh! I remember that thing well," said Mum grinning. Pip reddened and put an arm round Mum's shoulder. "If you want to have a reunion, I don't mind," she said, Mum laughed and slid an arm round Dad, trapping Pip's between them. "I may take you up on that, well Don, one for the road?" "never say never and I was right they're perfect," He cupped her breast and kissed her. Pip lay her head on Mum's shoulder. Finishing with Dad, Mum turned and kissed Pip. I thought Dad's Cock was going to explode. It almost did as Al slipped her hand round it and moved up and down it. Dad cupped Al's little boob in his hand. she kissed him full on. Sara slid in front of me and lifted her skirt, pulling my hand down to her mound. I flattened my hand against her and pressed my fingers over her lips and between her legs. Innocence Redux Mum and Pip were entwined in a lovers kiss, breasts mashing together. I felt Sara nudging me, then it was kinda hazy fuzzy, noises, pushing. I was soaked in sweat and groaned. Sara was sat over me and grumbling. "Huh! sh'ure turn to make tea, you've been dreaming and were a real pain. Throwing yourself all over and shouting out" she said, sliding down and under the duvet. Wide awake now, I sat and thought back to the dream. I wondered why it had occurred again.Each time it did it varied slightly but it was so real. I rose and padded out the bedroom, looking in the second bedroom I found Al and her boyfriend cuddled up. I grinned, since meeting Pete, Al had blossomed, she really was a grown woman now. I turned to go, Al stirred looked at me and slipped out of bed. I saw her reach for her demure nightdress, which she'd left over the chair with the rest of her clothes. I watched s she pulled it over her head, slipping her arms into the sleeve. I saw her mouth, "Pervert." But she was grinning. As I walked to the bathroom she caught me up and cupped my cheek. "Nice arse brother, " I felt 'little me' lengthen and tent my boxers. "Oh dear, you'll not be able to pee for ages, I'll go first then." She grinned and skipped in front of me. "You only had to ask," I said, "I know but that would be easy wouldn't it and I don't get to see that stiffy do I?" She grinned, gave me a little wave and walked into the bathroom, I followed and sat on the edge of the bath. "Does Pete know about.." I gestured between us, she smiled, "No and there's no need is there?" "No I suppose not, you are happy though aren't you." "Perfectly, you?" "Of course I am, Sara's brilliant, it's been what six years now, I'm wait, Thirty two, wow, an old man." "Will you and Sara have kids?" I sighed, it was our secret, nobody but the two of us knew. It was a burden and I needed to lighten my load. I'd debated it for ages, but had said nothing, it was inside me like a little worm. I knew I had to tell Al at some point. We had few secrets now. "Al, Sara had an abortion at sixteen, they botched it, we can't have kids." I filled up, my head down. I sobbed. "Oh No! Poor you, you both must be devastated, poor poor Sara." With everything else it was too much I felt my guts twist and lurched forward, Al jumped up and I heaved into the bowl. Retching as my stomach returned everything inside me. Sara and Pete must have heard because they both bounded in. "What happened?" Sara asked kneeling beside me. I retched and felt Sara's cool hand on my brow, I sobbed. Al knelt by Sara and hugged her. Sara began crying, "He told you.." "Yes my love he did, I'm so, so sorry, I had no idea and never meant to pry." Pete, disappeared and returned with a glass of water, he stood beside me and tapped my shoulder. Standing, I turned to take it, grateful for the chance to freshen my mouth. The first mouthful I sluiced round my mouth and spat out. I sipped the rest and flushed the toilet. I dropped the lid and sat. Al's arm round my legs as she held Sara. Sara slowly stopped crying and I stood as Al deposited her on the seat. I held Sara's hand. "I was sixteen and stupid, I'm still paying for it." Sara said slowly. "No we all make mistakes, it's just how we deal with it makes the difference, what doesn't kill makes you stronger," said Pete, putting a hand on my shoulder. I sat on the edge of the bath, staring at Al and Sara. I looked at the reality of that day. Thinking things could have been so different if we'd arrived at mums fifteen minutes or twenty minutes earlier. As it was, she died in the ambulance. They couldn't revive her. They tried, we're sure they tried, although we weren't there, I know she had the best help she could have. When we arrived we were sat in a small office with those horrible plastic seated chairs. Someone, I can't remember the face, told us calmly and slowly that Mum was gone, there was nothing they could do, they tried for twenty minutes, but to no avail. When they arrived she was already dead. Poor Al went into a downward spiral, blaming herself. We took her in and had spent many nights, the three of us in bed, Al needing us there, tears and talk, endless talk. We tried to get her to accept that Mum, utterly betrayed by Tom, feeling so lost and alone, had taken her life, not because of Al, but in spite of her. Al had counseling and therapy. Dad and Pip paid, but we insisted she live with Sara and I. Sara had made the decision to move in within hours of Mum dying. She accepted my Insisting we put Al in the spare room. We were very close. We hugged constantly, Al needing to feel wanted and loved. It had taken a few years before Al was anywhere near clear in her mind. Then she met Pete, they just clicked. I liked him, Sara loved him. They were so right together. Dad and Pip were overjoyed at Al's blossoming again. Pete had become a fixture around the house, Al and he made their nest in our spare room. Sara and I married, we had AL as chief bridesmaid. Pete was my Best Man. It was a happy day. Al and Sara looked radiant. Pete's speech was hilarious. In the here and now, Al took Pete's hand and led him out, turning as she left. "I'm going to tell him," she said nodding. Sara and I just looked at her. "Everything?" "Everything, he deserves to know." She said with a finality. We heard the door shut and I took Sara downstairs. We made tea and toast, I tuned into a news channel. An hour or so later Pete came down. We stood as he came in, He man hugged me then wrapped Sara in his arms, kissing her head. "Thank you for what you did for Al, I mean it, not many brothers would care that much for their sister. " He broke down and we took turns to hug and hold him. Tom had attacked Al, trying to force himself on her then boasted about it to Mum, saying she begged him for it. How she wanted him to give her a baby. That she would be his forever, and how he befriended Mum to be near Al. Overcome with anger and remorse Mum had OD'ed and we'd arrived too late to save her. However It was all too much for Al and it tore her apart, she had a total meltdown. The rest is, as they say, history. Oh and Tom had a crisis of conscience. He failed to come home one night taking himself off to a cheap motel that had no CCTV covering it. It was quiet, discreet and no questions were asked about luggage. Al, Sara and I were home together all evening, not that we needed an alibi... How'd he die? well he cut his cock off and bled out.