Mom and the twins floated and laughed and swam aimlessly out into the lake, until they could barely see the dock anymore. The sun was high and hot. The sky was blue and clear. The water was pristinely cool. It was late morning, late summer, and one of the last times they'd ever get to do this.
Seay had no idea what time it was. He had swum free of time, out to where he floated effortlessly in the cool water, to where he no longer felt leadened by the constant low level trapped feeling of modern life. It was peaceful out here, especially with his ears under the water.
"This is wondrous," Mom said. Her eyes were closed. She looked asleep, bobbing there, except her mouth was smiling and she had her hands clasped behind her head. Her breasts sat in the water, looking heavy and warm and squishable inside her wet tank-top.
"We are wondrous," Tracy grinned, and reached her foot out to touch Seay's hand, just a tiny brush, under the water.
Seay opened his eyes. There was the sky. It was bright and dazzling. But his sister had touched his hand. With her foot. And it was a tender touch.
"You know what?" Mom sighed.
The kids waited.
"I just keep thinking back to old times - and I know, before you beg me to stop, I knooow - but I can't help it. This morning is just SO nice. It's impossible not to look back. It's been since you two were little that I felt this... since WE felt this... in love. Since I felt like you actually wanted to spend time with me."
"Well," Tracy said, "you grounded us, so..."
"Oh, you know what I mean!" Mom laughed, and kicked some water at her daughter's floating body.
"Hey!" Tracy spluttered, snickering even as she coughed up lake water. "I'm just stating the facts!" She splashed Mom back.
"What time is Dad coming home?" Seay asked. His ears had been underwater up until the splashing had begun.
"Stop that!" Mom cackled.
"Unground me and I'll think about it!"
"Guys," Seay sighed. But just then, Mom splashed him, too. "GGLPPFffsh - W-what the heck?!"
"Play with us," Mom pouted, and splashed him again.
"Yeah, help me out," Tracy said, weaving out of the way of Mom's next attack. "Let's make it two on one!"
"No fair!" Mom cried, and started splashing indiscriminately with both hands.
Seay swam away.
"Coward!" Tracy yelled after him.
Tracy swam after him, giggling and threatening never to let him see her topless again.
And now, Mom was swimming after them.
Seay could hear his sister approaching. He could hear her laughing and taunting him. He swam toward shore. Nearby there was a grassy embankment surrounded by trees. The sun lit it perfectly, giving it a glowing aura of safety.
Alas, Tracy was an incredible swimmer. She caught up to him in an instant. She nabbed his shorts by the leg, and pulled them halfway down before he twisted and kicked free of her grasp.
"Oops," she cackled.
Seay tugged them back up, and swam on.
"Hey, what's the matter? Why are you avoiding me?" Tracy's mirth faltered. She treaded water and watched in confusion as Seay made his way to shore, climbed up onto the soft green grass, and then slumped over onto his back.
"He's okay," Mom panted as she caught up to her daughter. "Give the guy some space."
Mother and daughter swam to shore together and quietly, dripping wet, they walked over to where Seay lay on his back.
The sun was baking.
It was so hot.
They all had to shade their eyes, but they stood and looked down at Seay.
He looked up. His family. They were smiling down at him. Seay closed his eyes. When he opened them again, Tracy was lying next to him. Some minutes had elapsed. She had that look on her face, like she was high as a kite. She was smiling and breathing slow. Her chest was rising and falling. Mom was still standing, staring off into the middle distance, her eyes moving, watching the ripples in the water.
Seay and Tracy both watched their mother.
She turned to them.
Seay and Tracy waited.
"Do you two want to know something about me?"
"Sure," Seay said.
"I - HATE - being in wet clothes," Mom said.
The kids looked at her, their brows furrowed. And then they burst out laughing. Mom, too.
"Why's that funny?" Mom laughed.
"You're just being so weird, Mom," Tracy smiled.
"Well, it's true. I can't stand it."
"I can't, either," Tracy said, gesturing smugly at her mostly nude body in its two-piece. "Hence the suit."
"Do you... mind if I...?" she hooked her fingers under the bottom of her tank top, but didn't pull yet. She looked more at Seay than Tracy.
"You know I don't care," Tracy said. "But we're kind of in public, so, like, maybe don't just start stripping right there at the water's edge?"
"Fair enough," Mom nodded, and came up the slope toward her kids. The trees and brush around their little patch of grass afforded them a surprisingly decent amount of privacy. "But Seay, my question is mostly for you. Do you mind if I get comfortable?"
Tracy looked at her brother, who had scarcely moved a muscle since plopping himself here in the grass. His jaw worked for a moment while he seemed to process Mom's request. Did he mind if Mom got naked, right here, right now?
"N-not at all," Seay said. He was a little shocked at the sincerity in his voice. He really did mean it.
Mom gave him a sweet smile. She took her tank top by the hem and peeled it slowly up over her head. Her skin was goosepimply. She tried not to make a big show of what she was doing, to go slowly enough as not to seem too eager. As she felt her breasts - clammy, pale, hard-nippled - begin to appear, however, she couldn't suppress a breathy giggle. She was trying something new. Possibly scary. But not once in her whole life had taking off her top for an audience gone anyway but swimmingly. So to speak.
Seay and Tracy both watched. Their eyes traveled the length of her body, from her face down to her toes. They could see every curve. Every wrinkle and stretchmark. She was a little soft in places. But mostly, her body was a work of art. She was a mother. She was a hot mother. She was Mom, in nothing but wet flannel shorts and a big cheesy smile.
"Mom told me Dad calls them her twins," Tracy said quietly, but loud enough for Mom to blush.
"In his defense," Mom grinned, and hoisted her newly freed boobs in her hands, helping the warm breezy air to dry them as her children gaped unabashedly, "that started well before you two were born."
"Gosh, you must have been SOOO hot before you had us," Tracy blurted.
"Excuse me?" Mom said flatly.
"I can't believe you breastfed us," Seay uttered quietly, stunned to the point of being barely intelligible. He couldn't think with all these feelings bursting into and out of him. No, not feelings. Feeling. Singular. SINGULAR. He felt nothing but love - LOVE - both from and for the topless woman floating above him, framed in bright blue and cloud white.
"Yeah!" Tracy guffawed as if poked in the belly on seeing Seay's unmitigated face of awe, "I told you, Mom! He loves them!"
"Seay, honey," Mom barely - but successfully - suppressed a 10,000 gigawatt grin. "Thank you for the kind words."
Mom's words appeared in bubble letters in the clouds behind her. HONEY. KIND. BOOBS. Other words also appeared. He blinked. The letters discombobulated back into cloud fluff. The sun poked free of a cleft between two pillowy globes of cloud, nearly blinding him until Mom moved her hand to block his eyes with her shadow. This freed her right boob.
She caught him looking. She giggled.
He felt a tugging, a tightening in his groin. An uncomfortable, clammy hitch of skin trapped against skin inside his shorts as his cock hardened itself too-snugly into a tight spot of wet fabric.
Mom saw the micro-panic express itself through the periphery of Seay's nerves. He paled, then blushed. His big skin-tight erection fidgeted visibly inside his shorts.
"Do you maybe need to take these off?" Tracy whispered.
Seay blinked dumbly at his sister. What had she said? Why was she whispering? It was so quiet here beside the lake. Whispering was pointless. If anything, it only drew Mom's attention that much more.
"Tracy, stop it," Mom whispered, too.
What had happened? Had someone flicked a switch? Seay blinked again, and Mom dropped her hand so she could cover her breasts. The sun only blinded him until Mom -
- leaned over him, blocking the sun with her head, and smiled earnestly at him. Earth to Seay. Mom loved him. He was safe.
"You okay, sweetie guy?" Mom whispered.
Sweetie guy. That did it.
"I am... t-too high."
"Oh, honey," Mom frowned. She knelt, still wearing her hands like a bra. "Do you need me to put my top back on?"
Seay squinted. Mom knelt even closer to him, blocking the sun again. Except now he could smell her coffee breath. Her shampoo. And see the creases constituting her concern. She looked on the verge of tears.
"N-no," Seay shook his head.
"No?" Mom scrunched up her shoulders, almost unsure she could trust him to be sober enough to speak on his own behalf.
"I like them," he gulped. "A lot. I love them."
"My... twins?" Mom blushed, deeply abashed - dumbstruck almost, if that were something that was possible for her. She'd thought herself immune, utterly desensitized to such cock-brained flattery. But ironically, Seay had just done a pitch perfect impression of his father, almost certainly without meaning to. And it had made her respond automatically, almost certainly without meaning to, how she always did: demurely, abashed, with the words "My twins?" said all sexy-like, or at least as sexy-like as Mom ever felt - which right now was particularly, utterly, dumb-strikingly.
"Yeah," Seay squinted.
Mom had moved again. She was laying down beside him. She rested her head in her hand. She stared at him. She stared at Tracy. She beamed.
"Shorts?" Tracy asked softly, just gently reminding Mom, lest she forget she still had on at least one wet garment.
"They can stay on for now," Mom whispered, giving her a smile. Tracy wouldn't relax her face of disappointment. Mom shrugged at her, then returned her attention to Seay.
"Tell me something," Mom whispered.
"Okay," he muttered.
Mom looked at him a good long second.
"Do you think what you and your sister have been up to is special?"
"W-what?"
"Just answer, you fricking ficus," Tracy whispered and poked him in the side. She had rolled over onto her side to face him when Mom had laid down topless along his other side. He had remained on his back, squinting, with his head on his folded arms. He had looked at Mom, turned his head away from Tracy's. He had foolishly left his biggest tickle spots wide open.
