Jason was expecting his eighteen-year-old sister, Evelin. Maybe that's why he woke when she quietly entered his room first thing in the morning.
Usually, he would sleep another hour or two--especially since he had been up so late the night before--but he had explicitly requested Evie to wake him with a kiss before she left for school.
As she crept toward his bed, Jason just barely cracked his eyes. He feigned sleep as he watched the silhouette of his sister--outlined by the light spilling in from the hallway--move next to his bed and lean over to kiss him.
Not entirely sure what her brother desired this early morning, Evie, kept the kiss mostly chaste. Soft, gentle, and prolonged, it was much more than a peck on the lips. But at the same time, it lacked any heavily sexual overtones.
Jason responded in kind, indicating to his lover that he was indeed awake.
At first, he was unsure if she'd noticed his little surprise. But when the kiss broke, and Evie went to pull back, she paused and leaned in.
Rather than planting another kiss, she hovered, lingering near Jason's mouth, breathing deeply.
Jason wanted to say something, but preferring to spare Evelin from his morning breath--especially with her so close to his face--he simply waited a few seconds until she finally stood back up.
"Well?" he asked his kinky little sis. "Did you notice the 'surprise?'"
Reaching toward her big brother, Evie ran a finger along Jason's chin and cheeks.
Then, leaning forward again, she openly sniffed his face.
"Is that what I think it is?" she asked, a sly smile spreading across her lips.
"I guess that depends on what you think it is," Jason replied with a bit of friendly snark.
At that, Evie climbed onto the bed, straddling her incestuous lover and chosen master. She again leaned down and, with a groan, began to lick her brother's face and mouth.
"Oww!" Evie exclaimed, pulling back a little. "Your face is all rough."
"Sorry, sis," Jason replied.
Looking her straight in the eyes, Jason continued. "Don't stop. Just go slower. I want you to lick every bit of it from my face."
"But, Jason," Evelin whined. "Is it really? Please tell me."
Smiling up at his business partner and willing sex slave, Jason replied, "Yes. That is the dried pussy juice from our mother."
"Oh, fuck!" Evie cried as she returned to lapping the dried film from Jason's face. "This is so fucking hot."
"So, you ate your own mother's box last night?" she continued between licks. "Please tell me you made her pay for the privilege."
To his surprise, Evie's comment caused Jason to feel a strange sense of guilt.
The plan had always been to take revenge on his mother. To use her. To abuse her. To humiliate her.
Evie, his eager coconspirator, often seemed just as--or even more--excited than Jason about doing just that.
But, things hadn't been going to plan. At least not precisely.
Thus far, their relationship (mother and son) more resembled young lovers than anything approaching the dom/sub roles previously envisioned.
It was necessary, Jason knew, to preserve the hypnotic programming and keep Janice, his mother, on course.
If he pushed too hard or went too fast, everything they'd accomplished thus far could easily fall apart.
Even so, the passionate lovemaking that Jason and his mother had shared thus far somehow felt like a betrayal of Evie's trust.
"We're getting there," was Jason's reply.
"Okay," Evie said. "Brother knows best."
"Actually, that reminds me...," Jason went on. "Two things. First, get off the bed and strip from the waist down."
"Oh," Evie cooed, climbing off her brother. "What about the 'no sex till Wednesday' rule?"
"The rule is still in effect," Jason said.
"Second," he continued, unmoved by the look of utter disappointment on Evie's face. "I need some porn suggestions."
"Porn, really?" she asked, stepping out of her pants and pulling down her panties.
"Yeah, it's for Mom," Jason responded. "I told her I'd be sending her porn videos to watch. I want them to be kinky. I need to broaden her horizons.
"BUT," he said, emphasizing the word, "I don't want to scare her away. I thought that maybe you would know of some kinky, girl-friendly porn."
"Hmm, yeah," Evie said, thinking about Jason's request. "I can probably help. Like how kinky?"
"Nothing crazy," he said. "Anal..."
"Ass to mouth?" Evie interjected.
'Fuck, I love this girl,'
Jason thought.
"Um, yeah, but it should seem natural. Nothing 'dirty.' And nothing too rough," he answered.
"Okay, what else," Evie prompted.
"Threesome..," Jason added to the list.
"Naturally with a lesbian mother and daughter. Right?" Evie said.
"Damn, Evie," Jason said, smiling. "I don't know. You think it's too much?"
"Nah, not really," she replied. "After all, do they even make porn that isn't 'incest' related nowadays?"
"Hah," Jason laughed. "Good point. But again, I want it to be natural. No domination stuff just yet."
"Ba!" Evie voiced her derision.
"And piss... you know, watersports or whatever," Jason added.
"Whoa, really. I thought you were taking it slow."
"Yeah, but I kinda already mentioned it to Mom. So, might as well."
"Alright, brother mine," Evie said. "Mission accepted. I'll talk to the girls; I bet between us we can come up with a nice playlist for you."
"What!?" Jason said, alarmed. "You're not going to tell them about...,"
"Chill, big bro," Evie interrupted her brother's panicked questioning. "We shoot softcore porn together. You think we don't talk about jerking off? I'll just tell them I'm looking for some new content to cream my panties over."
"Oh, yeah. Sure. Sorry," Jason said, feeling a little stupid. "Wait, really? You guys talk about that stuff?"
Evie rolled her eyes in response before continuing.
"Anyway," she said, smiling reassuringly at the man she loved, before continuing lightheartedly, "if we're not gonna fuck... Mind telling me why my cootch is hanging out?"
"Oh, you're gonna love this," Jason said, reaching down to the foot of his bed and retrieving something from the floor.
"I told you," he continued taking on a more authoritative air, "not to change your underwear until I see you tomorrow night.
"Well, I'm amending that directive.
"Because I want you to instead wear these..."
Using both hands to hold them wide, Jason presented his mother's panties from the night before.
