This story continues on directly from my previous story- Family Fun
I woke up on Sunday morning from the kind of deep, relaxing sleep you have after a good, satisfying fuck, and I lay there looking at the ceiling for a moment, until I remembered. Last night I had fucked my own sister, Kelly. Those same conflicting feelings that I had felt as I walked from her room and climbed into bed last night came back, and I wondered if things could ever be the same again. I thought that maybe I needed to find a reason to leave and go back to my own home, but then I smelt breakfast, and heard the sounds of talking and laughter from the kitchen.
I got up and pulled on a tracksuit, then walked down the long corridor to Kelly's kitchen, and I found the three kids sitting at the table demolishing breakfast, while Kelly stood at the stove. She was wearing the same jeans and horizontal rainbow striped tank top she had worn last night, but she looked freshly showered and ready for the day. She turned and smiled at me and said, "Well, there you are. I was about to send Greta down to wake you up." She gestured at the empty chair at the end of the table and said, "Have a seat, breakfast is ready." She stepped over and placed a plateful of pancakes, eggs and bacon on the table as I sat down.
To my left at the rectangular table sat Lexi, and on her left was Aiden, her brother, and Greta, my daughter, sat opposite him on the other side. To look at them, no-one would ever know that last night Aiden had fucked her, doggy style, as she went down on Lexi in the moonlit field outside, but I knew. I knew, because I had watched this shameful spectacle as I fucked my own sister at the window.
The three kids were talking excitedly about their plans for the day. The big tavern at the turnoff on the road into town was having a rock and blues festival all day, with three local bands, and they were all planning to head over there after we tidied up after last night's joint birthday party.
I looked across the table at Kelly, sitting at the far end, and she showed no signs of anything unusual, although I thought I caught an ironic glance from her at one point. Perhaps it was just my imagination, but I said nothing. I pondered the whole situation, but after a few minutes, Greta piped up and said, "You're not saying much, Dad. Are you feeling okay?"
I cleared my throat and said, "I'm okay, I, umm, just think I might have had one too many beers last night."
"Really?" Greta answered, sounding genuinely surprised, "You didn't seem to have that many."
"Well, you get to a certain age," I said, trying to deflect the conversation, "and you just can't handle it like you used to." The truth was that I had paced myself last night and was not hung over at all, but I didn't want Greta or anyone else to think I had anything on my mind, like for instance the fact that I had gone balls deep in my sister's pussy at the window after the party.
"Come on, Ryan, you're not that old," Lexi said brightly, smiling at me with a knowing glint in her eye, "and I'm sure you've got plenty of stamina, once you get going." I looked across the table at Kelly, and she made eye contact but she said nothing, and then her eyes dropped to her plate in front of her.
After breakfast, and a much needed shower, I helped Aiden and the girls to clear away the tables, chairs and other items we had used for the party, and as I looked down at the flattened patch of grass where their sexual threesome had taken place, I couldn't help seeing it again in my mind, but the kids were totally oblivious. Then it was time for them to head into town for the music festival.
Kelly came out of the house, and as the three young ones climbed into Aiden's twin cab pickup, chattering excitedly, Kelly said, "Now, don't forget, if you have too much to drink, just ring Ryan or me and we'll come and get you. No driving after you've been drinking, okay?"
"Yes, Mum," Aiden said, as he put on his seat belt, "No driving after drinking, we get it," but Lexi leaned over from the passenger's seat and said, "We're going for the music, not just to get drunk."
"I know," Kelly persisted, "but one day when you've got kids of your own you'll understand. Just ring, okay?"
A few moments later, Aiden drove down the long driveway, and left Kelly and me standing outside her house. I wasn't sure what to say, or even if there was anything
to
say. Even so, Kelly was no different from any other day. "Off they go," she said, and then added, "I'm going up to feed the horses, you want to come?"
"Think I might stay down here," I said, feeling awkward about what sort of conversation we might have if I went to the stables with Kelly.
"Suit yourself," she said, smiling, "Might even have a little ride after I feed them, so I'll see you shortly. I'm sure you can amuse yourself." There was absolutely nothing unusual in her tone, and she turned and walked away towards the stables, and left me there to my own thoughts. After a moment of contemplation, I walked back inside and went down to the room where I had slept. I climbed on the bed and thought about last night, and what it all meant. Maybe I should go home early, I thought, perhaps tell them I was feeling sick and needed to go home, so they could stay and enjoy themselves.
Then, I thought,
Greta might want to drive me home herself, if she thinks I'm sick.
That would ruin her long weekend. I sighed, thinking of all the different ways I had fucked things up. "Fuck me!" I said, out loud. I lay there for quite a while, tossing all kinds of ideas through my head, but then I heard footsteps in t he corridor, and Kelly came to the door. She was still wearing the rainbow coloured tank top but I noticed she had changed from her jeans into a short blue denim skirt. Even at 39, she had the legs, and the figure, for it.
"You okay, Ryan?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said, but even I could tell my tone of voice said I was not okay.
