A/N - Hello, Literotica. I'm back with another tale. And I have one question for you...
Is it fair to call this the long-awaited sequel to 'Flame Trees'?
I wrote 'Flame Trees' with absolutely no intention of writing a follow-up. My own opinion as the author was that I didn't think it needed one as you, the reader, can make up your own minds about what happens when the first chapter ended.
But I've seen enough demand in the comments that people wanted to see what happened next. However, as the comments were so equally split about if the mother should be involved or not, I'm actually writing two versions of a second chapter to satisfy both sides of the argument. One will have the mother involved; the other won't involve her.
Usual caveats. All editing and reviewing done by the author with Microsoft Word. Spelling is usually spot on. Australian / British English. Definitely the occasional typo. Grammar can be ropey at times, but it's been a long time since I sat in a classroom. All mistakes owned up to by the author. Please remember this is only fantasy and I'm an amateur.
Comments and feedback appreciated as always.
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My sister had given me one hell of a dilemma and I knew it wasn't going to be an easy decision to make. I love my sister. I was
in love
with my sister. But I also loved my mother, and if I looked deep into my heart, I knew my feelings for her were not only those of a son after all that had happened between the three of us in the past few days.
But memories of what happened with Hayley still burned bright in my mind. That gave me pause. She'd been cheating on me for most of our relationship. Amy had given me the green light to pursuing something with our mother. Hell, she'd insinuated that even she might be open minded enough to experiment with our mother at the same time. Sure, my mind thought of possibilities that the three of us could end up together, but I had a bad feeling it would end in heartache for one if not all of us.
I knew I had to do some research, not about incestuous relationships. There are no rules to those anyway. Since starting up my relationship with Amy, I'd been online to read erotic stories, finding plenty of sons and brothers who would end up sharing the love with their siblings, mother, aunts and cousins.
Returning home that night with the words of my sister still ringing in my ears, she greeted me with a passionate kiss, moulding her body against mine. She smiled as my hands made their way to her firm arse. "Miss me, baby?" she whispered before kissing me again, and the smile on her face broadened when she felt my erection. "Is that for me, big brother?" she teased.
"It will be later, little sister," I whispered into her ear, feeling her shudder as my hot breath caressed her skin.
"I can't wait," she whispered back, "I miss you every day."
Walking through the house after dumping my stuff, I found Mum in the kitchen preparing dinner for the three of us. She either didn't hear me approach or was wondering what I'd do, but when I came up behind her, sliding one hand over her stomach with another hand caressing one of her breasts, she leaned back, and I knew she was smiling.
"Now that's not how a son should be greeting his mother," she stated softly, "Mostly because his hand should be down my panties..."
"So, I'm guessing that you're completely on board with the idea?"
"Amy and I talked about her idea." She stopped cutting vegetable to lean back against me, ensuring her head was against my shoulder. "I don't want to interfere, sweetheart. I really don't. But I can't deny an attraction... I love watching my children make love, but there's a part of me that wants to involve myself too."
Amy cuddled into both of us, resting her head against my back. "This is nice, all three of us together," she said, "Is he still hard, Mum?"
"He is poking me right now."
"Blame your daughter, Mum. That first kiss was a scorcher!"
Releasing my mother, she turned around and kissed my cheek, but the gaze into my eyes spoke of nothing but her love for me as her son. Caressing my cheek, she told me to go relax after a hard day at work, Amy taking my hand and leading me outside to sit on the veranda. Ensuring I was sat down, she returned a couple of minutes later with a beer for me and a glass of wine for herself, curling her legs underneath her.
We remained sitting in silence until Mum called that dinner was ready. We hoovered down her food, complimenting our mother as always for her excellent cooking. We sat together on the couch in the living room once we'd cleaned up, me in the middle with my sister to one side, my mother to the other, both cuddling into me.
Mum was the first to get up and leave, kissing both of us before disappearing. "She won't push things," Amy told me once we were in bed ourselves, "She will leave any decision to both of us."
"I really don't know, Amy. I'm still dealing with the divorce in a way. I try not to think about it, but it's in the background. Then there's you, Amy. I'm in love with you and I don't want to ruin what we have."
She cuddled me so tightly... And then I felt her shake as she cried. "You won't ruin a thing," she sobbed into my chest, "But the decision is yours. I just don't want Mum to be alone the rest of her life. And who better to show her all the love in the world than her son, and occasionally her daughter. I think it can work, but I will understand completely if you think it won't."
"Maybe I should sort out that part of my life before I decide? I need a completely clear mind."
She leaned back, turning my head to see her smiling. "I know you love us both, Mark. I understand this isn't easy with what's going on elsewhere. And I know Mum won't put any pressure on either of us. The ball is in our court, so to speak."
