Folie À Deux

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Author's Note:

After suffering from a lengthy bout of writer's block, a good friend helped me get past it by providing some inspiration that set my imagination on fire. This is the result. Thank you, JP!//

"No," I said, as I stared down the driveway. Blake was crying, straining to get free from his carseat, with both hands extended toward me. How could Felicia not hear him? How could she not know? He needed me, and that paternal pull was catastrophic. "No!"

My ex-wife's red Grand Cherokee pulled away from the curb. I darted diagonally across the lawn, waving my arms wildly to get her attention to no effect. Screaming at the top of my lungs. Even with the strength granted by true fear, my legs could not keep up with a vehicle powered by an internal combustion engine, and her red SUV looked smaller and smaller as it drove down the road.

The feeling of wrongness condensed in the pit of my stomach. She wasn't supposed to have him. She was taking him away. I would never see Blake again. He was my reason for being.

"Jay," Natalie said. "Don't worry."

I skidded to a stop, nearly running into her as she stood still in the middle of the road. Panting as I sputtered, "She has Blake. Felicia. She has Blake."

"It's going to be okay," she said. "Blake is safe." My jaw fell and I pointed past her, over her shoulder, but she smiled warmly as she shook her head. One hand held up calmly. "Don't worry. Blake is okay. He gets upset sometimes, but that's normal."

"It's

not

normal—"

"He's barely two," she said, laughing lightly. "

Everything

is the end of the world for him."

"But what if it's serious this time?! What if he got his finger caught in the door when she shut it, and—"

Natalie smiled at me, and shook her head as she lowered herself to her knees in front of me. Right there in the middle of the street. She said nothing as she lowered the zipper on my slacks and slipped her fingers through the fly of my boxers. Right there in the middle of the street. In the middle of the day.

How were her knees not burning on the asphalt?

I jerked up halfway off the bed, body tensing as it lost all sense of itself and its surroundings in the lightning quick change from dreaming to wakefulness. Natalie looked up at me, smiling devilishly with half of my cock in her mouth, and gently shook her head.

"

Shhh

," she whispered, pulling back. "

Blake is still sleeping.

"

I couldn't stop the long, long grunt as she wrapped her lips around me and swallowed me deep. My body was slow to react, and slow to move, but the shaft was as hard as I'd ever been. Copious amounts of white and clear fluid were gathered at the base of my cock, right where I knew to be the furthest she could take me. Saliva and precum.

"How long," I croaked, pausing to try to gather my scattered wits. I rubbed both eyes with my palms, back arching. "How..."

Natalie said nothing as she stared up at me, head bobbing up and down. Always keeping eye contact. Her beautiful hazel eyes. Just like mine. It had been years since anyone remarked to me that we looked like we could be twins, but I'd never needed anyone to point out the obvious to me. One of my hands came up, to cradle the back of my head and make it just that much easier to look downward, while the other hand slowly settled on the back of her head. Her messy brown hair was even curlier than usual.

"That's it," I groaned, guiding her further down and applying light pressure. "Take it deep. Show me how much you want it."

She made a small sound in her throat, coupled with a tightening around her eyes, that I had come to know intimately.

"Show me how much the thought of today has been turning you on."

Both of her eyes pinched shut, and further down the bed her hips moved in slow, pulsing waves. No doubt dry humping while she fingered herself. The blood ran hot in my veins, and I clenched my teeth tightly.

"Jesus. I'm gonna cum. How long were you going down on me?"

Her tongue moved purposefully against my shaft, pressing here and there as she tried in earnest to make intelligible sounds, but it was for naught.

"That's it," I whispered, voice strained with the effort of holding off until the last moment. "

That's it.

Suck it all out. Show me what a good little cum bucket my sister is."

Natalie started groaning before I did, and her groaning turned to a gagging cough when the first spurt of cum tried to go down the wrong part of her throat. Thick cum shot out around my shaft, gathering mostly near my groin where I could see it, while she continued to squirm and heave. Her face turned bright red. I let go, not wanting to actually choke her, but she tried to slide right back down on me of her own accord. More coughing. More cum blew through her lips, collecting into thicker and thicker gobs of pure white.

"Oh god," she said, as she backed off and starting sliding around the bed. "I can cum again. Please." Her mouth was on my shaft, tongue teasing the slit in my head, as she moved her lower end around the bed toward me. Time slowed as her thighs, her heavenly-thick thighs, settled over and around my head, and she lowered herself over my face.

Distantly, I could feel her as she ran her tongue over every part of me. Blowing me, pausing to lick up her mess, and then swallowing my cock again with rabid enthusiasm. Only distantly, though. My sister's glorious cunt, with its trim patch of thick pubic hair, always smelled wonderful, but never more so than first thing in the morning. My tongue went straight for her clit. Circling. Lashing. Attacking.

"God yes," she groaned, as she ran her tongue along the length of the side of my cock. "Make me cum. Make me yours."

Both of my hands slipped out around her legs to press into her pale, round cheeks. Fingertips sinking into her magnificent shape. Gripping and pulling. One hand lifted briefly before coming back in for a spectacular spank, one that echoed loudly through the room. Natalie groaned, and muffling herself by taking my shaft back into her mouth. Her legs squeezed tightly around my head, and I gave her another hard slap right on the same spot to give her that last little push she needed to achieve her second orgasm.

She moaned and writhed above me, legs clenching and spasming, and I brought my hands down to tease her nipples. Her beautiful little nipples, coming down from her beautiful little breasts. A soft twisting between my fingertips. Pulling gently.

Her breathing slowed as she came to rest on top of me more and more fully. I would have happily laid under her, breathing in the heavy scent of her sex, for hours, but she rolled off to my left with a contented sigh and came to rest on her side. Her left arm extended straight above her, with her head resting on her upper arm.

I took a moment, appreciating the curve of her hips from that angle. With her on her side, the dip down to her waist was even more pronounced. Her belly swelled gently with every breath. After a moment, she shifted to lay her head on the top of my thigh, and she extended one of her legs for me when I moved to do the same.

And then she smiled.

"Sorry I woke you up."

"No you're not," I laughed.

"Not even a little," she said without smiling any wider than she already had been, although when I started laughing louder she couldn't help but break. "Jesus, Jay." She shook her head slightly and let a long, pleased sound slip from her lips.

"What time is it?"

"It's..." Natalie sat up just enough to peek over me at the clock. "Four in the morning."

I grimaced, looking at the nearly-muted light that was trying so hard to get through our blinds and heavy curtains. "Uh huh."

"We have

hours

before we need to get out of bed."

"Uh huh."

"Plenty of time to fuck two or three more times."

"Uh huh."

"It's six

fifty,

" she said, playfully sulking.

I groaned and kissed her thigh. "We've gotta get going."

"I know," she grumbled.

"Come on."

"I'm going," she said, without moving off of my thigh. I grinned and reached over my head, giving her ass another good swat, and she yelped. "I'm

going!

"

"Now you are," I said, as I slid toward the edge of the bed. Natalie stuck her tongue out at me, over her shoulder, as she got to her feet, and shook her ass. I couldn't help myself and dove at her, swinging my flattened palm wildly, and she cackled as she ran for the bathroom.

***

"There's my big guy!" Felicia said, as she came in through the front door. Blake toddled across the living room on an unsteady line, gibbering happily. "Hi Blaaaake!"

"Momo!"

I follow along behind him, still too nervous to let him walk alone, and it was only when he was in her arms that I felt like I could breathe.

"Did you have a good time with Daddy?"

"Dada!" Blake turned and pointed at me with every ounce of zeal he could muster, and Felicia laughed.

"Yes, that's right. That's Daddy."

"Dada!"

"Okay, okay."

Blake turned and plucked curiously at the plunging neckline of Felicia's shirt, which she deflected before he could do much more than stretch the fabric just a little.

"Now now," she laughed nervously.

"Hey," I said.

"Hey." She smiled and hefted Blake a little higher and to the side, so that he sat more or less on her hip. "How're you doing?"

"Good," I said, nodding. Felicia turned back and forth, causing Blake to sway.

"Bus!" Blake shouted.

"Okay," she said, rolling her eyes. "We'll sing Wheels On The Bus when we get to the car."

"

Bus!

"

"Hey," Natalie said, as she came out of the hallway with Blake's diaper bag. Felicia smiled at her briefly before looking back at me.

"Hey," Felicia said, "um... could I ask you for a favor?"

"Sure," I said.

"On Tuesday, instead of picking him up from daycare, could I maybe pick him up and bring him home, and then you come and get him from me?"

"I mean, I

guess

I can?"

"And maybe," she said, biting her lip, "while you're there, you could take a look at the kitchen sink?"

"The k—" My tongue briefly closed off the airway, and I nodded. "What's wrong with it?"

"Remember how the right one wasn't draining a few years ago? And you had to pull out that twisty part?"

"You mean the trap?" Natalie said, moving to stand beside me.

"I think it's that again."

"Yeah," I said, scratching at the back of my head. "I can bring some tools and a change of clothes for after work."

"Oh that'd be great!" Felicia beamed. "I'll give Blake his bath and dinner, so he'll be all ready to go. You'll just have to change his diaper once you get back here." There was just the slightest pause before she said the word

here

, and given the way Natalie looked down and smiled to herself I wasn't the only one who heard it.

"Yeah," I repeated. "No problem. I'll be there by, like, four thirty?"

"Awesome!" She turned to Blake and leaned in close. "Say bubye, Blake."

"Bus!"

Felicia shook her head and smiled at us over her shoulder. "Bye!"

"Bye!" Natalie and I said together. I shook my head and shuffled into the kitchen, wishing I'd gotten my first cup earlier.

"She is unbelievable," Natalie said, still staring through the front door. "Did you see what she just did?"

I looked up from pouring myself a cup of coffee, the sweet nectar of life, to where my sister was standing, and shook my head. Loose t-shirt and short-shorts. Still, with just her legs exposed and her hip angled sharply, I was turned on. "What did she do?"

"She's trying to get you back."

I don't always bark like a seal, but when I do, I prefer to also spill my coffee.

"Did you see the way she barely addressed me? Or how low the neck of her shirt went?"

"I was worried she was going to fall out of that top when she went to pick up Blake," I said, still chuckling, as I tossed a hand towel over my mess to sop it up.

"

She

wasn't worried about that, because if she had that would have been a bonus as far as she's concerned.

Hope you didn't forget I had

these

babies!

" Natalie stalked toward me, and I couldn't help but stare at her legs as she walked closer and closer. "She's in need of your help. She's more pleasant. She's dressing more revealingly. It's like she doesn't even realize you're playing for Team Itty Bitty now."

The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Natalie's voice had gotten softer, and huskier, as she'd gotten closer. The quiet voice she used just between the two of us. I looked up and licked my lips.

"Down boy. We don't have time."

I made a harsh sound in my throat as I stood. "Such a little cocktease."

Natalie jaw fell, and she fanned herself to keep cool. "How dare you," she said venomously, as she took another step forward. "I will have you know that I am a

huge

cocktease." She rose up onto the tips of her toes, bringing her lips to within a hair of mine, while her gifted fingers cradled my shaft through the shorts I had on. When she spoke, her lips brushed mine so sweetly that I almost missed it when she said, "We don't have time."

The smell of her lingered as she turned and saunted back down the hallway, pulling her shirt tight around her waist to keep it from obscuring the sight of her shorts, also pulled tight, around her ass. I took a deep breath, in through the nose and out through the mouth, and followed. It was going to be a long day.

***

I gave Natalie's hand one final squeeze before we exited the car. While we weren't technically late, we were also by no means early so the parking lot had filled with family. We walked side by side, with me in my black suit and her in a navy blue dress that might as well have been black, through the hive of cars. Mom was waiting for us on the steps.

"Oh Jay," she said, sobbing lightly. "I'm so glad you made it."

"Hey Mom." I caught myself using a tone of voice, one of supreme comforting and understanding, that Natalie had pointed out to me, and quietly shook my head while I gave her a hug. It's hard to break patterns of behavior. "How are you holding up?"

"Hey Mom," Natalie said, coming up beside me and getting a much shorter, and much more superficial, hug.

"He had so much spark in him!" she said, shaking her head. "So much energy!"

I nodded and tried to keep my expression flat as I slipped my arm around her shoulder and tried to usher her back into the church. "Well, Uncle Frank lived a long, full life."

"He was only 85!" she said, gesturing with her tissue. "Oh, Nat, and you used to love it when he'd do magic."

"I know, Mom," Natalie said, barely hiding her irritation.

"He had so much life left!"

I looked over her head, to where Natalie was standing on her other side, and we shared a brief-and-subtle eye roll.

As soon as we were inside the church proper Mom was met by other grieving family members, nearly all of whom were strangers to us. Uncle Frank was her uncle, one of our grandmother's six brothers. We'd only ever met the man a handful of times as children that we could remember, and it had easily been a decade or two since the last time.

"Wait," Mom said, turning back to us suddenly. "Where's Blake?"

"He's with Felicia today," I said, lips pressed tightly together.

"You didn't bring him?"

I shook my head. Natalie folded her arms across her chest and looked down, no doubt arriving at the same conclusions I was except faster;

not only do I have to deal with all this 'grief', but now I can't show off my grandson either?

"I wish you would have told me," she said, dabbing at the corners of her eyes.

"It was Felicia's day to have him," Natalie said, jumping in with more assertiveness than I would have used. "Even then, there's no way he would would have behaved himself. He's two, for crying out loud."

"Blake would have provided a lot of comfort and joy to this," our mother shot back. "He's a good kid. It's a shame you're too jaded to see that."

I was already reaching over, to lay my hand gently on Natalie's arm, before she could launch into the response that was no doubt coming. For her part Mom already considered the match won, and showed it by turning and heading through the aisles toward the front. Natalie spun to face me, glaring and quivering with unspoken rage.

"I know," I said softly, placing both hands on her upper arms. "I know."

"She is

unbelievable!

"

"I know," I said.

"She didn't even like Uncle Frank!"

"Yeah, but this is what she does."

"The man pulled a quarter from my ear,

one time,

twenty five years ago, and now she's looking at me like I'm some kind of monster because I'm not as choked up as she is?"

"I know," I said, pulling her in for a hug. My chin came to rest just above her ear, and though she kept her arms crossed tightly between us, she did lay her head on my shoulder. "And she's crazy if she thinks I'd have brought Blake to a

funeral.

"

"It's like she just thinks we're all trophies

of hers

to be trotted out on special occasions, and God help us if we're not all shiny the second she decides she wants us on display."

"

Oh my God,

" I whispered, staring across the church.

"What?"

"

Oh my God!

"

"

What?!

"

"Look," I said, tilting my head to gesture as indirectly as I could. Natalie twisted at the hip and scanned the backs of the heads. And then gasped.

"No," she whispered.

"Is that Uncle Jim?"

Natalie turned back to me, eyes wide and expression carefully neutral, but I knew the twitchy bounce in her feet.

Uncle Jim was not actually an uncle of ours. He was a friend of the family, and more specifically a friend of our father. A very old friend, in the sense that he'd known Dad longer than Mom had. For him to be here, where our father most assuredly was not,

and

sitting next to Mom, was more than a little conspicuous. His particular brand of male pattern baldness, shock white hair, and breadth of shoulder were practically unmistakeable.

"

Do you think Mom and Uncle Jim are fucking?

" she said, whispering even more quietly.

"Is there any other way that what we're seeing makes sense?"

"You know what," Natalie said, drawing herself up. "Good for her. Dad cheated on her."

My eyebrows steadily rose across my brow, marching ever upward. "I've never heard you frame that in any other way than 'Mom's antics drove Dad into a younger woman's snatch'."

"I have a little more capacity for nuance now," she said, shrugging disaffectedly. "It doesn't make the way she treated him for years okay, but... I think I don't have a problem with this."

"How magnanimous of you," I said, and she playfully swatted my arm.

Our banter was cut short by a wave of hushed motion through the church. We quickly and quietly moved into one of the rear-most pews, and then spent the rest of the service craning our necks and watching Mom and Uncle Jim interact. How she'd cry, and he'd give her another tissue. How they'd both look down and between each other, ostensibly at where they might be holding each other's hands (although that wasn't something we could explicitly see from our vantage point). We got our confirmation near the end, when he put his arm around her shoulder and drew her closer.

Natalie excused herself with a smirk just before the pallbearers started hoisting. They filed out of the church, and the throng followed in their wake. I meandered toward the back, in no particular hurry, and let the sea of them wash around me.

"Where did your sister go?"

I jumped, not having heard my mother come up behind me over the low chatter of parishioners filing out. The snarky tone, however, was not a surprise at all.

"Just to the bathroom," I said, turning. "She'll be right back."

"It would be just like her to skip out. At least

you're

coming to the cemetery." It wasn't a question. I couldn't be sure if it was intended as a command or, from her perspective, a simple statement of fact, and decided that the truth lay somewhere in the middle.