All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
The story Nick told his mother was that he was going over to a friend's house to play some video games. He wistfully looked back at his sister and mom as he left the house. Of course, Nick wasn't going to his friend's house. He wanted to keep track of things at home. He crept along the hedges and looked into the living room through the bay window. He spotted the women heading upstairs. They were either going to Alyson's room or their mother's. He walked around the house and looked up at the second floor, rubbing his chin. There was a tree he used to climb with a view into Alyson's window. Nick shrugged.
Once up in the branches, he wondered that he had ever been comfortable so high off the ground. Nick clutched the bark tightly and stared through the rustling maple leaves into his sister's room. He could see Alyson talking with animated gestures. His mom stood by the door with her arms folded over her chest.
A gust of wind shook Nick's branch, and he lost his focus on the conversation. A small, puffy black and white bird fluttered near him and landed on a small branch. Nick regarded his old friend. "You're always visiting my place. It's about time I visited you."
Chirpee's call was more colorful than his normal, two-toned melody. He danced around on the mottled bark.
"Is that a mating call? Are you flirting with me?" Nick laughed. "Thanks, but I'm already spoken for. Speaking of which..." He turned his attention back to his sister's room. His breath caught in his throat. His mom was still standing in the same spot, but her arms weren't folded. Her blouse was unbuttoned, her bra pulled up, and Alyson had her mouth latched to their mother's left boob. His sister was bent over while suckling, and her butt was facing the window, adding more kindling to the fire between Nick's legs. "Holy... shit."
Chirpee sang his colorful melody.
"Are you singing your fancy song... for them?" Nick sighed. He watched the women move across the room without breaking Alyson's tight seal on the nipple. His mother sat on the bed and Alyson crawled up next to her. Nick was so engrossed in what was happening, he almost missed his dad's car pulling into the driveway. "Shit. Shit... shit... shit." If they were discovered, he could write off the day completely. Without thinking, Nick dropped to the lawn below. He heard a crack. A sharp pain seized his ankle. He rolled on the turf in agony. Through grunts of pain, he could hear the garage door opening.
The ankle didn't matter. As he rose to his feet, he told himself over and over that the pain was simply ephemeral and would disappear when he got a new ankle on the next today. He jogged to the driveway, every other step a fiery bolt of agony. "Dad... hey, Dad." He found his father in the garage just as Fred was unloading his clubs from the trunk.
"Oh, hey, Nick." Fred eyed the leaves in his son's hair and his obvious limp. "You're no longer allowed to climb trees. Remember the time you broke your ankle? I don't have time to take you to the hospital today."
"Me either." Which was why he hobbled past his dad into the house. "We're home," Nick shouted. "Dad and I are home." If his father discovered Alyson sucking on his wife's boob, someone would be going to the hospital. Nick wouldn't let that happen.
"You've been such a weirdo lately." Fred followed him into the house. "I'm starving."
"There's some pasta on the stove," Nick said absentmindedly. "Mom... Alyson... Dad and I are home," he yelled toward the stairs. He checked the clock. It was one-seventeen. It would be important to note when his dad got home every today. Especially if his mother and sister were going to be... doing stuff.
"Stop shouting. What's wrong with you?" Fred walked over to the stove and lifted the lid of a pot. A gluttonous expression crossed his face. "Did you or your mother make this?"
"We made it together." Nick smiled when his mom entered the kitchen. "Hey, Mom. I didn't make it to Brayden's today."
Kate was still tucking her blouse into her jeans when she walked over to her son. She gave him a long hug. "You didn't want to play games with your friends today?"
"I did want to. I just rolled my ankle." Nick pointed to his left leg. All his weight was on his right.
"Oh, no." Alyson put his arm over her shoulders and helped him to a chair. She sat him down and knelt in front of him. "Does it hurt a lot, sweetie?" She rolled up his pants and took off his sock.
"Ouch. Yeah, it hurts a little." Nick forgot his dad was even there. She looked so pretty bent over, fussing over him.
"How about some lunch, Katie? I'm starving." Fred stood impatiently by the stove.
"There's pasta in that pot. Nick and I already ate." Kate looked up as her daughter entered the kitchen.
"I ate, too," Alyson said with a mischievous smile.
Kate's cheeks turned crimson. Her daughter hadn't been there for pasta. She could only mean her mother's milk. She glanced at Fred, but her husband was blissfully unaware of all the sordid events happening under his roof.
"I'll heat up some lunch for myself," Fred grumbled.
"Why don't we go out to lunch, Dad? That'll be fun." Alyson gave her brother a knowing look and hustled her father out of the house.
"Goodbye." Nick waved to her. Alyson was the best.
"Have fun you two," Kate called as the door closed. With her husband and daughter gone, she focused back on the matter at hand. "Oh, my. Your ankle's turning purple. It looks almost like..." She was going to say
it almost looks like your penis does when you're really excited
