AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I occasionally write erotic stories for posting online at this adult website. A woman who identified herself only as Barbara sent me an email in which she outlined the thoroughly incestuous adventures which are described in the story which follows. She assured me the storyline was entirely fictional, and I never questioned the truth of that assertion. But some parts of the story had the unmistakable ring of truth about them, and I always like that in a good story. I told her that the plot had possibilities, and I got her permission to explore its potential as a future work of fiction. Barbara wished me well in my efforts. She asked only that she be notified if her story suggestions were ever made available to online readers. I've told Barbara about this posting. The story may be fiction, but I sincerely hope that Barbara is my newfound friend's real name.
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BARBARA'S FAMILY
It wasn't a great job, and the pay wasn't great either. But it enabled Nate to pick up a few extra bucks on the weekends, cash he needed to help pay the tuition fees at the local community college he attended. He was taking courses that he hoped would lead to a career as an air traffic controller. His part-time employment at the county airport was getting him some valuable firsthand experience in how an airport is maintained and operated.
But this Saturday afternoon had been different, and not in a good way. A thunderstorm had blown into the area. It was relatively modest in strength, but lightning strikes had been reported over a widespread area and the airport had been forced to shut its activities down. It had already begun to rain, hard. The few scheduled flights in and out of the airport, mostly shuttle flights that local business types used to get to and from connecting flights at the international airport a hundred miles to the east, had been cancelled. And of course the recreational and private pilot flight training aircraft were grounded too.
Nate was told by his boss to clock out and head on home, hours before he would usually have done so. He cycled the three miles home, avoiding getting thoroughly soaked only because he'd been prudent enough to have worn his raingear in the morning, just in case. Persons connected in any way to aviation learn to always keep close tabs on the weather forecasts.
Nate and his twin sister Patti, now 19, still lived at home. Hank, their dad, worked at the town's only major manufacturing facility, a production line plant from which came the parts that made up automobile transmissions. Barbara, their mother, worked part-time as a seamstress for a chain of dry cleaners, doing minor repairs and alterations. She described her job as "putting on buttons and taking off cuffs". Occasionally she made custom garments for customers, and at those times her job became a 'temporary fulltime' one.
Having to leave work hours early was something of a disappointment for Nate, but getting home hours early turned out to be something else entirely.
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Nate had barely locked his bike in the garage and entered the house when he realized that things weren't quite right at home. He could hear the strident voice of Hank, his father, coming from somewhere upstairs. Nate couldn't make out what was being said, because his father was behind a closed door somewhere, but he was talking much too loudly, the way Hank did when he was angry at something or someone. Nate thought he could hear his sister's voice too, but Patti's was much softer and was barely audible from where Nate stood, trying to make sense of the unfamiliar noises echoing through the house.
Nate walked slowly, almost on tiptoes although he had no reason to be quiet about it, to the foot of the stairs that led up to the bedroom level of the house. He couldn't tell which room the voices were coming from until he was halfway up the stairs, when it became clear that his father was in his sister's room. Hank and Patti were apparently arguing about something. He reached the top of the stairs, looked down the hallway toward Patti's room, and froze in shock at what he could see and hear from where he was now standing.
Patti's bedroom door was open, but just an inch or two. Kneeling in the hallway, her back toward Nate and her face close to the doorway opening, was Barbara, Nate's mother. She was obviously spying on whatever her husband and daughter were arguing about in the bedroom. Nate couldn't see into the bedroom, but he could certainly see his mother. And she had Nate's full attention. She was nearly naked.
Barbara was wearing just her underwear, a white bra and panties which were quite plain except for narrow bands of white lace which trimmed their hemmed edges. Nate had never seen his mother in a nearly undressed state before, and it unnerved him a little to see the full globes of her buttocks, snugly clad in nylon spandex (at least he thought that was what that fabric was called). The cheeks of her bottom were spread over her parted calves and ankles. She looked quite comfortable, as if she had been there for some time, and her body language didn't suggest that what she was watching was a cause for much concern.
It took Nate a moment or two to grasp what was happening. It was totally incredible, and it was incredibly exciting. Hank was punishing Patti for something, and that punishment was taking the form of a spanking. A spanking! Did Patti still get spanked by her father? At her age? He could hear the rhythmic slaps of his father's hands on his sister's bottom, and the sound suggested that the flesh exposed to her father's palms was bare, presumably to add sting to his blows. Now he could hear what was being said in the bedroom. To make the scene even more erotic, Barbara had one hand inside her panties and was apparently rubbing her pussy as she watched through the narrow door opening.
Nate felt that he might be hallucinating, but he didn't want the unbelievable scene to end. At least not quite yet. His cock was twitching and moving in his boxers. It felt good.
"You've been a very naughty girl, Patti!" said Hank, almost shouting. (Whap!)
"You're hurting me, Daddy!" Patti cried out. (Whap!)
"You deserve to be hurt, you miserable little slut!" (Whap!)
"Yes, I know I do," said Patti, "but you're really ..." (Whap!)
"You know what's going to happen next, don't you!" (Whap!)
"Yes." (Whap!) "Yes, Daddy." (Whap!) "Yes, Daddy dear."
"Do you want it now?" asked Hank. The spanking paused as Hank waited to hear his daughter's answer. She was silent.
There was the sound of a flurry of spanks which sounded even harder than the ones that had preceded it.
"You do want it now, don't you." asked Hank again.
