**All characters are 18+**
I'm no good at keeping secrets. I'm even worse at hiding how I feel about someone. My innocent boyhood crushes were always discovered. I guess I've always just led with my heart and did what felt the most me. When I first kissed my sister, Susie, that was what my heart was singing at the time. When we took each other's virginities and swore we'd complete each other forever, that was me, that was us.
I opened my eyes to the bright row of downlights packed with light bulbs advertised to last five years. We put their claim to the test during our time in the dungeon, they lied. I reached over, feeling for my sister but her space was empty, just crumbled-up blankets. My mother was sleeping, naked as usual, but this time her blanket rode up and her legs were open. In its full glory, I saw my mother's pussy. I'd seen her naked countless times and became accustomed to it. But her pussy which I would one day taste and penetrate was normally covered by hair. She had recently shaved and this was the first time I had a true long look.
My mother's right pussy lip is larger than the left. Susie's pussy has a bright pink hue about it, my mother's pussy is darker than the skin she displays publicly. My mother was sound asleep. For an unknown amount of time, I gazed longingly at the place where I was born from. I admired each fold and adored every lovely dark strand of hair that sprouted sporadically on her groin. Her face drew my attention like a moth to a flame. Now I'm not sure if this is right, justifiable, or proper practice, but it happened. I scooted my body forward and planted a soft subtle kiss on my sleeping mother's lips. Years later I confessed to my moment of weakness and she claims to have no memory of it. I swear when I returned to my side of the mattress a smile was on her face. The same smile she wore when I was young and cut red paper into hearts and gave them to her.
"Ahem," my sister fake coughed and startled me. She's held a loaf of bread in one hand and three cans under the other arm. "I give you your first blowjob last night and you're already checking mom out and kissing. Tsk tsk."
"It's not like that, Susie," I defended honestly. "I'm just so damn cooped up ya know? And don't talk about this out loud."
"It's fine, Connor, she's asleep. If she didn't hear us last night she's not hearing us now."
I sat up and took a good guilt-free look at my sister. I looked at her pale freckled legs and her white and yellow drawstring shorts. The night before I'd been inside her and saw everything and it was all for me. Mr. Dunlap was due to visit that day so she wore a shirt. I felt as if my new experience granted me X-ray vision through my sister's shorts. Though her body was covered I could see her puffy labia through my mind's eye. I could make out her excited clitoris and mound. Susie smiled at me and started preparing the sausage and eggs.
We had a typical morning with a splash of secretive incest. I brushed my teeth and my sister kissed me in the bathroom before Mom woke up. I picked her up and put her against the sink and her back pressed into the mirror. All my attempts at bringing up what we were doing were shut down. Today, was a grown man with life experience under my belt, I know exactly what she was doing. She was behaving how women behave when they like you but are too afraid to risk change. When they just want to let their bodies do the talking and shut up for a while. Eighteen-year-old me with no prior experience with the opposite sex kept pressing the issue. Oh to be young and ignorant again. Legally I was a man, old enough to fight for my country but too young to have a drink. In those five years of hiding, I felt suspended in time. I left that basement the same age I came in.
The passage of time could only be gauged by Mr. Dunlap's clothing. If he wore boots and knitted hats, it was safe to assume it was winter. When he dropped off supplies in cargo shorts and Hawaiian shirts that only old men seemed to wear, it was summer or spring. My mother mentally kept up with the date but refused to hang a calendar. She thought seeing the lost days would depress us. Much later, after all of this blew over I saw handwritten calendars Susie made in secret.
Susie and I couldn't wait for our mother to shower or fall asleep. The moment she entered the bathroom, towel in hand, we pounced on each other like animals. You'd think we'd have explored each other in all ways possible, but we didn't. We were scared, inexperienced, and unsocialized young adults. Those conditions do things to your mind and how you grow. I'd essentially gone through my peaks of puberty crammed in a room with only my sister and mother. I don't feel bad for the things I did anymore, not at all. Sex is one of base needs all humans share. It's up there with food and shelter. And it's not just sex, it's the need to feel admired and seen. My biggest takeaway from our time in captivity was that we fulfilled each other. In a time when she was young and beautiful and needed men fawning over her, I was the man. When I was young and full of testosterone and needed the thrill of the hunt, she was there. She teased me and made me earn her mouth. I say 'mouth' because of the five years we spent there, we had sex all of three times.
I was coming of age; both of us were. We were experiencing all our firsts together. In a way, all our firsts being shared added an element of safety. Instead of all these individual firsts being with different women, they were all with my sister. Some nights when our mother fell asleep, we got drunk on wine together. Mr. Dunlap left a pack of cigarettes he meant for himself in our bag of supplies. When Mom slept, Susie and I smoked the whole pack in the bathroom together. Naked in the cramped bathroom, we took drags and kissed. We blew smoke in each other's faces and gave each other orgasms until we collapsed on the mattress. I fell asleep nearly every night in my sister's naked embrace. The notes we passed each other became sweet nothings and declarations of love. I have them all safely locked away to this day. I read them to remember the time I was most loved. My love for darling Susie was the purest love I've ever experienced. There were no preconceptions of how love should be or outside influence. It was just the two of us in a room loving each other in the way that felt the most natural.
In time, the quality of our supplies began to increase. Susie was suspicious because Mr. Dunlap visited more and more often. Biweekly became weekly and weekly became every few days. Quite a few times he walked in on my sister or my mother in a compromising position. It was as if he wanted to catch forbidden glimpses of my naked family. Mr. Dunlap stopped by with donuts, rotisserie chickens, fresh produce and meat, salty snacks, and luxury supplies. He bought clothes for us and even acquired a used toaster oven. Our mother put that toaster oven to good use. A toaster oven is essentially just a small oven. She baked cakes, roasted chicken and potatoes, and even made pizza quite a few times. Not always with canned tomatoes, when Mr. Dunlap stopped by with fresh tomatoes on the fine, we were in for a treat.
Mr. Dunlap would have secretive quiet conversations with our mother in the bathroom. Maybe it was our young innocent minds not wanting to see our mother in that way, or maybe we were too inexperienced in how the world worked. In time we learned that our mother was paying for the extra care in the only currency she had: her body.
"What do you think they do in the bathroom?" Susie wrote on the notepad.
