Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Jason lay in bed, procrastinating and putting off starting the day. Summer had passed and the weather was turning cooler. He didn't feel like going to school anyway. Sometimes it didn't seem real that he was in his final year.
"Jason! Get up honey, or you'll be late!" His mother called up the stairs.
Jason sighed to himself and, with a supreme effort, rolled out of bed. He stretched, yawned, and made his way downstairs. His mother, Helen, was in the kitchen, washing up the remnants of her morning smoothie. She was a yoga and meditation instructor, and usually left pretty early for her first class of the day.
"Finally." She smiled at him as he grabbed some bread and put it in the toaster. "I thought I might have to go and pry you out of bed."
"Sorry." Jason mumbled in reply, keeping his eyes downcast. He was finding it more and more difficult to maintain eye contact with his mother lately, especially when she was in her workout gear. He had always known she was beautiful, but the older he got the more his changing regard made him uncomfortable.
Helen was dressed in her standard outfit; full length lycra pants, a dangerously low-cut tank top, and an open jacket over the top. She had a figure that the even the women in her class fifteen years her younger envied; curvy in all the right places, and slim everywhere else. Honey-blonde hair framed a heart-shaped face, hazel eyes, and full lips that were aways turned up in a gentle smile. She'd had Jason young, just out of high school, and to look at her you wouldn't believe that she was a thirty-six year old mother.
"I've got to get going sweetie, make sure you don't dawdle leaving the house!" She said, waiting for his nod of agreement. "I have an evening class, so I won't be back until a bit late tonight. I'll ask Sarah to whip up something for dinner."
At that, she kissed his cheek and gave him a quick hug. Her soft breasts pressed up against his chest in a manner that made him shift uncomfortably, realising to his horror that his cock had twitched in response. Jason and his mother had always been physically affectionate when he was younger, hugging and cuddling up on the couch. He'd been withdrawing from her in the last few years though; his acute awareness of her body was too much.
As she turned to walk briskly out of the kitchen, Jason couldn't help but turn as well to watch her go. His mother wasn't a tall woman, but was perfectly proportioned for her height. The jacket she was wearing didn't cover anything below her waist, and the view of her well toned ass encased in skintight lycra was hypnotic.
"Enjoying the view perve?"
Jason jumped guiltily, and turned to look at the one person that above all others made his life miserable.
His Aunt Sarah was leaning against the doorframe at the other entrance to the kitchen, a smirk at catching him out marring her otherwise attractive face. He had been so engrossed he hadn't even noticed she was there.
"What do you mean?" Jason asked, blushing furiously.
"Please. You were all but drooling over there."
"I was not! You're sick."
"So you have a thing for relatives. Should I be worried?" Sarah laughed scornfully. She put her hand on her side and cocked her hip suggestively, standing in a manner showed off her body to good effect.
Jason looked away, flushing again. He had never come out best in an encounter with his aunt. She always knew how to get to him. This was a new tactic though, and he was furious at himself for giving her more ammunition to use against him. It didn't help that she really was pretty hot, loathe as he was to admit it.
Sarah was more slender than his mother, not as curved. She was also taller, and more tanned. Her features were very similar to her sister's, but her expression was more likely to be set into a look of distaste than a smile. She was still dressed in what she had slept in, and her rumpled clothes showed off a lot of smooth skin.
"Guess that's my answer then." She jeered at Jason. She grabbed the bottom of her top and lifted it above her waist, exposing her toned belly to him. "So who do you prefer, your aunt or your mother?"
"Who'd ever prefer you!" Jason shot back, unthinkingly. He was off balance, with no idea how to deal with this.
"So it's mommy dearest who gets you going." Sarah laughed harshly, triumphant. "I'm relieved, but my poor unfortunate sister. I'll have to decide whether to warn her or not."
Jason stood there fuming. He was pretty sure it was an empty threat; she enjoyed tormenting him too much to lose such a good hold on him. So he stood there, taking her mocking abuse, paying the toll until she felt like she had rubbed it in enough.
She eventually turned to head back to her room, satisfied that she had got the best of him for today. "Have a nice day at school." She called over her shoulder as she left. "You fucking pervert."
Jason kicked a rock on the path as he walked to his school. It had not been a good morning; but then again that wasn't unusual. He usually tried to ignore all the snide comments Sarah directed his way - he'd certainly had enough practice over the years! But she always kept at him until she managed to get under his skin. The look of smug satisfaction on her face when one of her barbs successfully hit always made it worse.
She'd been like this with him as long as he could remember. It was just his mother, aunt, and himself that lived in their large house; plenty enough room for them and more. But Sarah somehow contrived to make him feel unwelcome in his own home.
His mother was a deeply caring person, however she was completely oblivious to what was going on under her nose. Teaching yoga and mediation made her a very spiritual person, and she liked to believe the best in people. She knew abstractly that Jason and her sister didn't get along, but didn't think it was any more than that. Sarah always made sure to behave around her sister, unwilling to lose her free room and board.
And that was the base for all her unpleasantness.
Jasons mother, a promising student, had fallen pregnant with him right after finishing high school, ruining his grandparents plans and expectations of her going to college. The boy who had knocked her up had skipped town, and had never contacted her again. Helen's parents were moderately wealthy, and had been more concerned with the apparent shame and stigma of having an unwed pregnant teenage daughter on their hands, than what she had wanted.
Nonetheless, they had ensured that their daughter was well provided for, to the point of overlooking the needs of their younger daughter Sarah. Sarah was almost ten years younger than Helen, and grew up watching the every need of her older sister and her child met, while she had to earn everything for herself on merit. It was sort of a tough love approach; their parents did not want the same thing to happen to their other daughter, trying to instil a desire to be self-reliant in Sarah. Unfortunately it also fostered a deep resentment and bitterness within her.
This was only increased when their parents passed away in an unfortunate car accident. Apart from a fund to pay for her college, all the rest of their estate was left to Helen and Jason. The majority of it was held in trust for Jason for when he turned twenty five, and the rest, along with the luxurious house that they all currently lived in, was given to Helen.
Jason only barely remembered them; they had died when he was seven. They had turned into doting grandparents in the end, evidenced by how much they had left to him. It wasn't his fault that they had left so much to him. It wasn't his mothers fault either. Helen had made sure to make Sarah welcome, telling her she could live with them however long she liked. Jason could tell that the charity rankled his aunt, although not enough to stop her from taking advantage of it.
So she was mostly pleasant to her older sister, never going far enough to jeopardise her place in the house, playing the part of the helpful younger sister, looking after and babysitting her nephew until he was old enough to look after himself. But when it was just Jason and her, she made sure to take out her frustrations on him. The older he got, the worse it became; morphing from unkindness and neglect to outright hostility.
Jason sighed to himself. Sometimes he couldn't wait to move out.
When he arrived at school, he was greeted by the person that made it possible for him to get through all the abuse heaped on him by his aunt. He had been friends with Emma since they were both kids, growing up together and sharing everything. She had often been the one to listen to him vent about what he endured. Her home life wasn't great either; her dad was constantly in and out of work - so he always had a chance to return the favour when she had a bad day.
"Morning Jason! Almost didn't think you were coming today." Emma called out in greeting. She was sitting on the front steps to the school, waiting for him.
Jason couldn't help but glance at her rounded thighs, exposed indecently high in her seated position by the short skirt she was wearing. Indeed, he noted that a lot of the guys walking past into the school were getting a good look from the corner of their eyes. Emma had bright red hair, pale skin, and blue-green eyes; along with her attire she was quite a striking sight. Jason often thought that if they hadn't been friends for so long he would have been too intimidated to go up and talk to her.
"Well staying home was definitely not an option today." Jason said, a note of bitterness creeping into his voice unintentionally.
