Summary:
Things get wild in grandma's bathroom for siblings and mom.
Note 1:
This is part two of a family's journey into incest. In part 1 (Backseat Sister), Phillip, unbeknownst to his sister Tanya, caught her masturbating... about him. A few days later the serendipitous stars all lined up and she ended up sitting on his lap in the backseat during a lengthy ride... a ride that ended with the almost silent taking of his sister's virginity with his mom and dad in the front.
Although the father was none the wiser that his daughter had been deflowered by his son as he drove, the mother caught her two grown children in the act and watched as her son coated his sister's face, and much to Phillip's puzzlement she didn't say anything.
They have now arrived at Phillip's grandmother's home.
Note 2:
Thanks to all the fans who read part 1, requested more to this story and shared their fantasies and ideas.
Note 3:
thanks to Tex Beethoven, Robert, Dave, goamz86, and Wayne for editing.
Here are the last moments of part 1 as Phillip got out of the car after fucking his sister thus taking her virginity, and then coating her face with his load:
I got out, and Dad said to the two of us, "So you survived."
Tanya, shocking me one more time, replied, "Yes, it was quite the ride."
Feeling my face go red this time, I quickly went around to the other side to grab a box that would hide the evidence.
Mom was out of the car too by the time I went to the other side to grab one of the boxes from the backseat.
She asked, her tone dripping with innuendo, "Did you enjoy the ride too?"
I had no idea what to say.
Thankfully, Dad was behind me and he asked, "Are you going to grab a box or what?"
I grabbed a box and took it into grandma's house.
Dad said, "Put it on the front step and go grab the last one."
"Sure, Dad," I nodded, making sure to shift my body so he wouldn't see my wet crotch.
I went back to the car and saw Mom was talking to Tanya.
Fuck!
I reached the car to hear Mom say, "And you still have your brother's cum in your hair."
And now the continuation of Family Affair...
I froze in my tracks as my sister's face burned red, mortified to learn our mother had caught us having sex.
Mom looked up at me with a look that was beyond comprehension: not angry, not happy... amused perhaps. She walked away from Tanya and said, as she passed by me, her tone suddenly stern, "Phillip, we will talk about this later."
I sheepishly walked to the car, completely anxiety-ridden that she may tell Dad. What would Dad say? What would he do? Mom could have been a champion poker player, her face was giving so little away. What was Mom thinking? What were her plans?
Tanya was still standing shell shocked with the revelation that Mom had seen us, when I reached her.
I asked, curious and nervous, "What did Mom say?"
"Did you know she saw us?" she asked.
"Yeah, right at the end," I nodded.
"And you didn't tell me?" she demanded, instantly annoyed at me.
"She didn't say anything, just looked us over with a strange, almost amused look on her face," I answered, before adding, "she watched as I was giving you the facial. I was coming; I couldn't stop."
"Yeah, apparently I still have some in my hair," she said calmly, forgiving me, pulling out her phone and using it like a mirror.
"I can't make any sense of where she's coming from. Do you think she's mad?" I asked.
"I don't know what she is," Tanya said. "She asked how long we had been 'fucking'... her word choice... and were we using protection."
"Shit, protection," I said, appalled that the idea hadn't occurred to me until this very moment.
"Don't worry," she said. "I've been on the pill for months."
"Really?" I asked.
"Better safe than sorry," Tanya shrugged.
"Indeed," I agreed before asking, "Now what?"
"I have no idea," she said, just as Dad yelled at us.
"Are you two going to bring in the rest of the stuff or what?"
"Yeah, sorry," I said. I was unsure what lay ahead. Were Tanya and I now lovers? God, I hoped so! And what would result from whatever Mom was really thinking? It wouldn't be trivial, that was for sure. Whenever Mom made up her mind about something, we all jumped... even Dad.
"We'll talk later," Tanya said, slapping my ass.
"Hey! I'm more than just a piece of meat," I joked, glad that she'd lightened the tense situation.
"No," she shook her head, "that is exactly what you are. A delicious piece of man meat. Yummy!"
I laughed, and groaned dramatically, "Dearie me! I feel so objectified."
"And I still feel horny," she said, before grabbing a box and walking away, leaving me even more bewildered... and once again horny.
I walked into Grandma's house with a big heavy box, confused at Mom's words and her seemingly relaxed response to catching her son and daughter having sex. Grandma and Dad were talking... the house was a complete disaster, with clutter everywhere. There were stacks of newspapers and magazines, hundreds of little porcelain figures scattered about, potted artificial bushes, large plastic bags stuffed with pellets of Styrofoam... and on and on.
"Yes, I can take you for some groceries," Dad agreed, as I put a box in a rare open spot.
"Hi, grandma," I greeted, always amazed by how big a pack rat she was. She hadn't dealt with grandpa's death well and had become a hoarder.
"Hi, Phillip, stop growing," she said like she always did, as I towered over her five foot frame.
I joked, "Stop shrinking," my usual response back, as I gave her a big hug.
I won't go into the lengthy details that led to what transpired next, but to make a long story short:
-Dad took grandma to the grocery store to fill her empty fridge and cupboard (her kitchen looked like that of a poor college student)
-Mom and Tanya stayed to clean the house and try to make it look like it wasn't hit by a tornado
-and I was to fix a leaky pipe in the bathroom (I had spent the summer before my senior year as a plumber's apprentice... which meant I did all the shit jobs, literally... and although I hated it, I did learn the basics of fixing sinks and toilets).
I was under the cabinet, disassembling the j-trap to see if the issue was a clog, even though a clog usually didn't mean a leak... but it was always a good place to start. I was just reaching for a pair of pipe wrenches when I heard Mom come in and say the words every man (husband or son) dreads to hear, "We need to talk."
I pretended I didn't hear, one of all men's go to responses to that dreaded phrase.
"Don't pretend you didn't hear me, young man," she scolded, her tone sounding very annoyed.
I kept working under the sink as I said the go to words to use when Mom used that tone (advice given to me by my father a couple of years ago during the birds and the bees conversation), "I'm sorry."
"For what?" She asked.
"For what you saw," I answered, finding this conversation very strange.
"Not for what you did?" she questioned.
"That too," I agreed, even though I wasn't the least bit sorry I had fucked my sister.
"Are you sorry you fucked your sister in the back seat of the car while your parents were in the front or are you sorry you got caught?" she questioned, recognizing my vague apology for what it was.
"That we got caught," I admitted.
"What am I going to do about this?" she questioned just as I got the pipe off and was sprayed with water, right in my mouth.
"Fuck!" I cursed, even though I realized that that could be an answer to my mother's most recent question. "Can you get me a towel?" I asked, trying to shift the answer, as I slid out from under the sink.
When I sat up, Mom handed me a towel and asked, an unreadable look on her face, "Do you often fuck your sister?"
"No, that was the first time," I admitted. Hearing my mom say 'fuck', sounded really strange. I knew Mom had a foul mouth in the bedroom since the walls were thin, and I had heard her on many occasions beg Dad to 'fuck me hard', 'pound me' and 'give it to me like a slut'.
"You expect me to believe that was the first time you fucked my daughter?" she scoffed, not looking at all like she believed me.
"I swear," I said, as I finished wiping my face.
"Tell me what happened," she ordered... so I retold seeing Tanya getting off on the washing machine and coming while she cried out my name and then recapped, as best I could, what transpired in the backseat... even though it was such a surreal experience that I wasn't sure I remembered the play by play perfectly... just how perfect my sister had felt riding me.
"Wow," she said, her face slightly flushed at my story, seeming to be as much in shock and awe as I myself still was.
"I'm sorry," I repeated, still feeling shock and awe that she didn't seem angry.
My shock and awe mushroomed exponentially when she suddenly lifted up her sundress, revealing she wasn't wearing any panties. My eyes went wide as I found myself staring at my mother's completely shaved pussy. She ordered, as my mouth dropped open, "Phillip, we need to get your face all wet again, although I can promise this will be a lot more pleasant than that dirty water that sprayed on you."
Before I could respond, she grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face deep into her pussy.
I was dazed and confused.
Paralyzed with shock.
