Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
A/N: This story is inspired by dezurtdawg's 'What Goes Around Comes Around' series. Everyone is over 18 that engages in sexual activities. Comments are always welcome.
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For as long as I can remember, it's always just been me, my mom and my sister. My dad left before me and my sister were born (we're twins), and we've never even met him. He was a few years older than Mom, seduced her and got her pregnant when she was just sixteen. He bailed as soon as he found out, but to his credit, he's paid a fairly sizable amount of alimony to my mom over the past eighteen years. And that's the last I'll mention him.
Mom's name is Elizabeth. She's the best and I love her to death. She works at my high school as the secretary; which is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because she's just a moment away if I need her; a curse because she's just a moment away if I'm in trouble. Not that I get into trouble much, but it's hard to ditch class if your mom's the one who calls your house to say that you missed class. But I have gotten into a couple of fights (more on that later), and while Mom was annoyed and shocked by this, once she heard my reasoning for starting them, she was quick to forgive me.
My twin sister's name is Rheta (pronounced the same as Rita). Mom found the name in some obscure fantasy book and really liked it. Rheta's smart, being one of the best students in our small school's graduating class this year. As well as being quite shy. This combo has led nearly everyone in our year to know who she is, but left her with only two friends. As my sister's quite beautiful, she's had lots of guys ask her out, but she's never said yes to any of them (again, more on this later).
As for me, my name's Henry (named after my great-grandfather, if you're interested). I'm nowhere near as smart as my sister, but I still get decent grades. I'm a loner, not really having friends just people that I can ask to play a game of basketball with should the mood strike. I'm not tall or skilled enough to play for the school team, but a game of Horse is always fun. I do however, have a black belt from my local karate dojo which has kept me in decent shape for the past eight years.
This story ultimately begins about six months ago. The three of us were at this cottage we have rented since me and Rheta were six; it's my favourite place in the world. Sitting on a half acre of land, this slice of paradise is our family's retreat from the world; it's on a small hill that goes down to the water, creating a small beach. A line of trees on each side shields the property from prying eyes, not that there was ever any.
It was a hot summer day, barely a cloud in the sky, and only the whisper of a breeze that tantalized cool relief from the day. I was down by the beach, sitting in a lounge chair as I read an old Flash comic from the 90s that had been at this place since before we'd started renting it. I was just about to set it down and head up to the cottage for a bit of lunch, when I saw my mom and my sister coming down the hill with a plate of food each.
But it wasn't the food that stopped me in my tracks, it was them. Both of them were wearing two-piece bathing suits, something that I'd never seen either of them do before. I watched as their breasts jiggled all the way down the hill; while their tops covered most of their tits, they also pushed them up and together, creating deep valleys of cleavage on both of them. As my eyes roamed down their bodies, I took in their flat stomachs and narrow waists that flared out to wide hips (Mom's being wider than my sister's). Their legs were strong, as all three of us would run for an hour on the treadmill we had at home three times a week; Mom's thighs were thicker than Rheta's, but she still had a healthy dose of meat to her.
Blood rushed to my cock as they drew closer and I realized for the first time how beautiful my mother and sister were. Or at least, this was the first time that I'd noticed them as hot, sexy females. In an attempt to hide my growing erection, I sat back down on the chair I'd just vacated and pulled my legs up. It was then, as if in sync, they came around my chair and walked over to the two others that sat on the beach, bending at the waist as they stuck their asses out in my direction (Mom's bikini was barely able to contain her upside-down heart shaped ass, whereas the material on my sister's was stretched tight over her peached shaped one) as they put their plates down and dragged the chairs so that they were on either side of me. Mom on my left and Rheta on my right.
I suppose I should tell you what my mom and sister look like. And the truth is, they could pass for sisters. Like Mom and her sister, my Aunt Marie, don't even look this similar. They both have really long flowing black hair that they wear in the same style, most of it's loosely pulled back into a sort of loose man-bun at the back before letting the rest flow down their backs while they have two lightly curled bangs that hang down and frame their faces. If you've ever seen Avatar: The Last Airbender, think of combining Azula and her mom's hairstyles and that's basically what my Mom and sister have. Mom's slightly taller than Rheta and has bigger boobs (I've since learned Mom's a 40EE whereas my sister is a 36C). All three of us have golden hazel eyes and my sister's lips are a dark shade of pink that match her areolas perfectly. Mom's lips are a lighter pink and her areolas are the same colour as Rheta's (although, in this current moment, I didn't know these things). As I said, my mother and sister basically look like twins themselves, but where Rheta is firm and pert, Mom is, for lack of a better word, doughy (but in the best possible way).
As I forced myself to watch the lake and not get caught ogling either of them, I tried to think of anything and everything under the sun to get my cock to settle down. I had just found the image of our school's 85-year-old principal in my memory bank, when Mom ruined all my progress. Holding up a grape before my vision, she teased, "Would my lord like something to eat? We slaved away creating the greatest feast that we could provide for such a beach outing."
"Mom, you make it sound like we're his servants," my sister said, drawing my attention back to her. "It's bad enough that you forced me into this ridiculous bikini, please don't humiliate me further by implying that my younger brother is the boss of me."
"It's only twenty minutes!" I defended myself. Something completely undone by the fact that Rheta was mouthing the refrain along with me, purposefully making her face look extra stupid to prove that she was better than me.
"I didn't force you to wear anything, Rhe (my sister's nickname)," Mom said. "I simply requested that you come out with me and that we spend some time together working on our tans. And besides," she added as an afterthought, "you and your brother both know that he's the servant in the household and that teasing him about that fact is something the both of us love doing." Rheta just nodded along to this in agreement.
Jumping up, my wilting erection all but forgotten, I said, "I'm not your servant! I'm the man of the house! And as such, it's my duty to ensure that you two are looked after and that any manual chores are done so you don't have to do them. You two will miss me when I'm gone next year."
Both of them giggled at this, but Mom just nodded her head. "Yes sweetie, I will miss both of you greatly next year when you go off to college. But not because I'll be doing all the chores; but because my babies will be gone and I'll be left alone. The two of you will be out in the world, living your own lives and I'll be left by the wayside as you forge onwards."
"Mom, we aren't going to leave you," I said as I sat down beside her on the lounge chair and pulled her into a hug.
