This is the continuing saga of a naive teen who finds a magic necklace, and how he deals with all of the women throwing themselves at him.
There's going to be doing some spoiler warnings here, so feel free to skip down to the next bold section title if want to keep some of the mystery.
Warning: More incest with sister and mother, and some sexual activity during a church service. Everyone is eighteen or older.
This one took a little longer, and I should warn you that I might move to an even slower cadence, like one a month or something. Just wanted to set expectations. I don't have the full story already written like some authors do.
And I'm sorry for flipping around categories. That's really mostly my own doing. I think this story sits on the boundary of a several categories.
*** The Wind in the Willows ***
Luckily, neither mother nor son were seriously hurt after breaking the kitchen table during a raucous sexual breakfast buffet. In fact, the twisted pair couldn't stop laughing, and they continued to laugh until they heard footsteps upstairs as doors open and close.
Darcy got a bit of an irritated look on her face. "Bother." She knew their post coital bliss would soon come to an end.
Caleb smile and continued with, "... said Rat, all over egg."
Her face smoothed as she chuckled. It was a reference to a story she had read to him when he was younger. She was big into reading, and she had always read to him at night before she tucked him. It was her way of encouraging him to read, and at least this much parenting had worked.
"Where did that come from?" she asked with a broad grin.
"'The Wind in the Willows'? It's a children's book. Maybe you've heard of it?" It hadn't been his favorite book growing up. He preferred stories that took place in outer space where the kid suddenly realized he was the center of the universe or the son of a god, but he always cherished that time with his mom. And for some reason, this breakfast predicament with his sister tromping around upstairs triggered a scene from the book.
A thought dawned on him. He realized that he hadn't felt this close to her since she stopped reading to him once he reached puberty, and things started getting kind of awkward between them.
She chuckled, "Yeah, I remember it. It seems like lifetime ago."
"I always appreciated the times we spent reading together."
"In your bed," she grinned.
"Yeah, in my bed."
"You were always such a sweet boy, and so shy, but I remember you trying to cop a few innocent feels while we snuggled in bed together. I could tell that you fancied me."
"Sorry Mom."
"No, it's all right honey. I always understood. I can't imagine what it must have been like growing up with your sister and I in the house and all of those hormones in your blood stream. I think it's normal to be confused about getting excited when you catch a view of female anatomy, especially when it is a close relative."
Caleb couldn't believe he was having this discussion with his mom. The relationship seemed healthier and more open despite the sexual perversions.
"Well, I guess we should get up and do something about this mess."
"Sure Mom."
They got up, and Darcy got a couple of warm wet wash clothes so they could wipe the pancakes, syrup and goo off of themselves.
Darcy remembered back the times they used to read in bed, and he would put his head on her shoulder and snuggle with her while she read. Those were such sweet times.
Then she started thinking about what a fine young man her baby was growing into, and so popular with the ladies.
"So, uh, I guess that you've entertained a few girls since yesterday. You're getting quite popular. Gretchen, Ming Anderson, your sister, and me, right?"
"You knew about them?"
"Well, I heard you and your sister this morning, and I guessed about Gretchen. Ming sort of spilled the beans yesterday when she told me about the necklace and what kind of help you were needing."
"Wow. And you're OK with all that?"
"Well, yeah. I guess. It seems sort of right, somehow."
"Well, um, you missed one, Mel," he said.
"Mel? Who's he?"
Is he bi-sexual? Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I thought we were over that one.
"I mean Melissa. I met her yesterday at the storage unit. Remember I mentioned her on the phone?"
A little relieved, she responded, "Ah, Mel. That's right." She giggled when she thought about the strange conversation they had while he was cleaning out the storage unit.
Well, that explains that!
"Come to think of it, it sounded like you two were having fun. We should invite her over for dinner some night. I'd love to meet her."
Darcy knew this wouldn't be the end of his conquests, and why should it be?
He is such a wonderful boy. He should get what he wants.
"So, uh, who's next on your list? Is there anyone I can help set you up with?" Several friends and family members ran through her head while she pondered who else she could share this joy with, and who it would help most. She suddenly locked onto someone.
"Uh, Mom, I don't know about you fixing me up on any dates. That seems kind of weird."
She chuckled at the irony of his remark.
What about this isn't a little weird?
she wondered.
"Oh Caleb, don't worry. I won't do anything crazy, but a thought occurred to me. Do you think that Grandma Betsy is cute? She stays in pretty good shape. Sometimes I join her for yoga. She's religious about it. Have you ever had any fantasies about Grandma Betsy?"
"What?!"
"Well, she is still pretty young for a grandma; she isn't even sixty yet. And don't think I haven't noticed you staring at her rack."
"Mooommm!" Caleb protested. This was starting to get pretty embarrassing.
"What? I'm just saying she still seems pretty attractive, and well, I think it would do her some good."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Well, I don't think she's had much romance with your grandfather lately. They seem to be drifting apart. They're so different from each other. And I wonder if a little spark wouldn't cheer her up a bit."
Plus, she can be such a controlling b-i-t-c-h when we're at family gatherings. It wouldn't hurt her to loosen up a little bit,
she thought.
Caleb didn't respond.
"Well, let's drop it for now, but try to keep an open mind about it."
"Uh, well, I'll think about it," he acquiesced, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Good. That's all I ask. Are you still hungry? I could get another plate ready."
Caleb considered it. "I could eat."
"Why don't you go get ready while I make a plate, and let your sister know you're driving her in."
*** Cleaning Up ***
He picked up his clothes and bounded upstairs, three steps at a time. He knocked on the bathroom door. "Anna?"
"Yes?"
"I'm going to give you a ride into church. Mom and Dad are going to the late service, OK?"
"OK, but could you come in here for a minute?"
I'm all sexed out, but I should see what this is about, and at least make sure she's OK,
he thought.
He opened the door to the steamy bathroom and poked his head in.
"You want to join me? I'm having trouble getting all of your stuff off." It wasn't really true, but she still had a burning need for him between her legs.
Remembering the shenanigans from last night's shower with mom, Caleb was reticent. He was feeling pretty sated sexually, but she was asking for help, not sex. And he was still sticky from his full contact breakfast.
He stepped into the bathroom and opened the back of the shower curtain. The vision in front of him made him gasp. His voluptuous older but smaller sister was standing there in all her glory, with the water slicking down her hair, and her body glistening.
"You can't help me from out there. Come on and get in." Her eyes were closed. She had just started shampooing her hair, and her large breasts were bouncing around as she started lathering up. Caleb was in awe. Her narrow waist, and curvy hips were marvelous. Her body was tight. She had somehow avoided the freshman fifteen in her first year of college.
Caleb didn't remember dropping his clothes on the floor. All he could think about was her voluptuous body. His poor little peter had been through a lot in the last twenty four hours, but it ignored all biological laws and rose to the challenge before him. Caleb didn't realize that his necklace was making his organ more resilient than any porn star. He had no sample to measure against because he had no experience.
"You wash my back, and I'll wash yours. The soap's in the corner," she said.
He stepped in and reached down to grab the bar of soap, and felt around clumsily. He didn't watch what he was doing because he couldn't take his eyes off of her. He fumbled around and grabbed the soap.
Anna wanted nothing more than to tackle him and rape him where he stood. She was doing her best to hide her feelings. She was still a little embarrassed at how she had come on so strong earlier today, and how she passed out. Now she wanted him to make the first move. She wanted to make sure that this was something he wanted too. But it didn't mean she wouldn't try to present him with opportunities.
"C'mon, we're in a bit of a hurry you know," she said as she turned around presenting him with her back side.
He lathered up his hands and started washing her back, ass, and legs. She was catching most of the stream, but he was getting a little mist and some deflected water. The suds rinsed off his hands, so he grabbed some more soap, and did her belly and inched up to her breasts.
"Caleb, what are you doing?" she asked playfully.
