This will make more sense if you read the earlier parts. Don't worry, they're fun, action packed, and build the tension. Read them first! Also, all characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. Enjoy.
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"Danny, you in here?" Brittney poked her head into the library.
"I'm here." Daniel looked up from his book. He sat in an old upholstered chair. One leg dangled and swung listlessly over the chair's floral-print arm. "Just reading."
"Man, it's impossible to find anyone in this house." Brittney walked into the room and sat down facing her brother. She smiled at him and brushed her long, brown hair behind her shoulders. Her modest, floral print dress almost matched the chair she perched on. "What are you reading?"
"
The Manchurian Candidate
." Daniel stuck his finger in the book to keep his place. "It's a crazy book." Daniel's face twisted into a wry smile. "At one point, the Russians have this guy, Shaw, under hypnosis and make him ... ah ... make love to his mother."
"Really? Gross." Brittney wrinkled her nose. "And spoilers, Danny. What if I wanted to read it?"
"Sorry." Daniel looked away from his sister to the spines of books along the wall to his right. "Is it really that bad, Britt? Doing it with his mother, I mean."
"Duh-doy. Yeah it is." Brittney offered a slight curve of a smile, stood, walked to the shelf, and pulled down their bible. "I'm pretty sure it's in Leviticus. But I don't remember off hand." She walked back to her chair and sat, thumbing through the pages. She stopped and read. "Here it is.
The nakedness of thy father, and the nakedness of thy mother, shalt thou not uncover: she is thy mother; thou shalt not uncover her nakedness.
" She looked up and gave Daniel a triumphant smile. "That seems clear. Good old Shaw should not boff his mom. That was messed up for the Russians to do that to him."
"Yeah, but it only says nakedness. They could do it with their clothes on. Also, Abraham's brother married his niece. Moses's mom married a nephew, I think. And there's lots of cousins getting it on with cousins all throughout the Old Testament." Daniel hated to lose an argument to his sister. But especially this one. He had a vested interest in this. Guilt hung constantly in the background over what he and Julie had done. Daniel would do anything for Eloise, but it would be better if the stuff she had him do with his mom was at least morally ambiguous. And now that Daniel and his mother had started their intimacies together, Daniel was growing to like it. He didn't want to like something that was wrong.
"Ignore that other stuff, Leviticus is clear." Brittney looked down at the bible in her hands. "It goes on to say that can't get naked with your father, sister, brother, stepmother ..." She scanned the page. "Doesn't say anything about cousins." Brittney looked back at her brother with her deep blue eyes. "So, I guess cousins are fair game." She put the book down next to her chair with a thump.
"I guess." Daniel didn't like it, but what did the bible know anyway? It was written by a bunch of grumpy men thousands of years ago.
"Anyhoo, if you don't mind putting your spy thriller down for a few minutes, there's some roses I'd like to go pick in the backyard. Want to come?" Brittney stood, smoothed out her long dress, beckoned to her brother, and strode out of the library.
"Sure." Daniel dog-eared the page he was on and stood. He left the book on the chair and followed his sister.
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Julie waited in the den just behind the half-closed door. She felt like a fool hiding in her own house, but here she was. She listened to her children across the hall in the library but couldn't quite make out their words. They were arguing about something in a good-natured way. The twins were always so agreeable. It was her first-born, Brad, who had really tried his parents' patience. Finally, she heard them leave the library and walk down the hall. Once Brittney and Daniel disappeared out the front door of the house, Julie tiptoed out of the den.
"Maybe I shouldn't do this," Julie whispered to herself. She looked down the hall toward the main stairs. George was up in the west tower and he'd asked for her help. And here Julie was, sneaking around like a teenager with her first crush. She took a deep breath and walked into the library. She'd help her husband later. She just needed to see that giant fake penis one more time. She'd just get it out of her system.
Five minutes later, she sat on the toilet lid in the bathroom next to the den. Her dress was bunched around her waist and her panties lay on the tile floor. "Just for a minute," Julie mumbled. She took the head of that jet-black phallus and rubbed it against her moist vaginal lips. She grasped the thing with both hands and marveled at its girth.
"Uuuuugggggghhhhhhhh." Julie trembled as she pushed it into her. "Oh, gosh. It's too big." She got about half the head in and stared down at her poor stretched vagina. She hoped things would tighten back up quickly after she was done. She didn't want George noticing anything different during their intimate time. She pushed and a little more of the veiny thing moved into her.
"That's quite the herculean task you've undertaken." Eloise stood by the bathroom door, watching Julie with cool green eyes.
"What?" Julie shrieked and dropped the dildo to the floor, where it made a solid whack.
"Oh, don't stop on my account, dearie." Eloise smiled and took two steps toward Julie. She bent down slowly, cradling her large belly with one hand, and got to her knees. Her long, bustled dress flowed out around her on the floor. She picked up the dildo in her left hand. "This magnificent steed is quite wet, my mischievous lady."
"I'm dreaming ... I'm dreaming ..." Julie's brown eyes went wide and her breath shallow.
"Well, then dream away, Mrs. Anderson." Eloise leaned forward and pushed Julie's dress back up her legs from where it had fallen in her fright. "Nothing but the most pleasant dreams for you." Eloise lowered her gaze to that trim bush between Julie's legs and the protruding lips just beneath. "You kept your legs open for me, that was very good." She brought up the dildo and rubbed the head against Julie's nethers. "Such a strange thing this is. I had one fashioned of wood, but this is a better material. What do you call it?"
"Silicone," Julie squeaked.
"Well, it certainly does the job." Eloise pushed the phallus's head into the vagina before her. "My, you are tight. That George of yours must be Lilliputian."
"What? No ... he's got a ... big one," Julie lied. Her pulse beat like a heavy drum in her ears. She watched the dildo push its way in again, this time the whole head made its way inside her. "Aaaahhhhhhh. It's too ... much. I don't want to ... squirt from down there ... again."
"Oh, you had the downstairs flood?" Eloise felt the resistance in the poor woman's vagina and stopped her pushing, letting the round head of the thing sit in its new snug home. "Some women spend a lifetime without knowing that pleasure. You're a lucky one." She looked up into Julie's eyes and gave the woman her most reassuring smile. "Attend, Mrs. Anderson. Daniel is larger than this." She wiggled the dildo a little for emphasis. "Imagine the ecstasy when you stretch to accommodate him."
"That would be ... cheating." Julie shook her head. "I'd never do that to ... ooohhhhhh ... George. Or to ... Daniel. He's my ... son."
"You say that like it's a point against the endeavor." Eloise pulled the counterfeit cock from the woman and looked at its glistening head. "But his relation to you is a point for. Many points, actually. There is nothing like letting your son know you completely. And knowing him ... every inch of him. Until then -"
Julie stood and pushed Eloise to the side. Julie's brown ponytail swished as she moved past the pregnant woman toward the bathroom door. "I am dreaming, I am dreaming. None of this is real." Julie looked back at the woman now sitting on her butt by the vanity. Her dress looked very uncomfortable in such a position.
