The Codys was outwardly wasn't an unusual family. There was the three of them Paula, the young mother, her son Carl, Janet the sister. They were social and very active in sports and community events.
What no one knew was the lifestyle the sisters shared behind close doors. A way of life that soon the recently college graduate son would be part of. They were a trio of forbidden desires and lust.
Paula and Janet were lovers. They had been since the early teens. This was due to an alcoholic and abusive father and an alcoholic and neglectful mother.
Their father sexually and physically abused both. He had no daddy in him. The two young blondes were his playthings. Their mother hid in a bottle to ignore her husband's treatment of the daughter.
The girls knew they could trust only each other. They comforted, confided and eventfully loved each other. This developed due to the lack of contact with anyone not associated with the all-controlling father.
At twelve, Paula got pregnant by one of her father's 'friends'. It was that act where the authorities became involved. The girls were eventually removed from the home.
At first the child protective people wanted to place Paula's child up for adoption. The girls didn't want that. It was a desire to keep the baby with them. He was family.
The welfare was resolve in the fact the young teenage girls couldn't raise the baby. It was fortunate that the Codys came into the scene. The childless couple accepted the pregnant teenager and her sister into their home.
The adopted parents were wonderful to the girls. They even allowed Paula to raise the newborn Carl as the mother. Of course, lots of trials and mistakes made along the way but they did grow into a loving family.
Growing up they participated in athletic events and working out on a regular basis. It was a way to vent the still uncontrolled distrust for outsiders. Paula and Janet loved only their adopted parents, Carl and each other.
The two sisters grew into tall, sexy blondes. Both were 5'10, slender, blue eyed and identical. Only their bust size was different. Paula had a set of 36C's and Janet was 38C's. They were stunning.
The sisters remained secret lovers. They could never relax enough to trust anyone else. It was the one bond no one could ever interfere with.
The adopted parents died in an automobile accident when the girls were in their early twenties. It was a heart breaking loss. It drove the siblings to become even closer.
The three of them lived together. The sisters shared a room with two beds but slept in only one. The fact they were lovers was hidden from Carl.
As with all things family, this secret was revealed. One night the teenager accidentally saw the two as lovers. He never told his mother or aunt of the knowledge. It was a family secret kept because of his love for them.
The sisters did date men, and women. They had sexual relations and even got involved in some swinging. Still the only true love was for each other and Carl.
Paula began to notice her son's body. The boy had their genes. He was tall, blonde and square-jawed. Like his older relatives, Carl was involved in athletics.
It was just before he had left for college, that Paula realized her love for Carl had become more. She wanted him as much as she did Janet. It was wrong but she wanted him as a lover.
It was a relief he had gone off to college. The lusting mother hoped the boy would find a lover and perhaps a wife. That didn't happen. He dated but never became serious about any girl.
Now, Carl was returning from college. The boy was a strapping twenty-one year old man now. He was a handsome sight to see.
Being a thirty-four year old mother made the attraction to her son even harder. The maturity and experience needed to fend off such urges wasn't there. She had to accept she was in love with her son in an unnatural way.
That morning Carl return home as a graduate student, would be the day everything would change for the three of them. Paula decided to confess her love for her son with Janet. She hoped her sister could deter the incestuous desires.
Paula woke up first that morning. She looked over at Janet. The woman was even beautiful sound asleep. How much love did she have for her sibling?
She sit up on one elbow and stares at the sexy platinum blonde closer. Janet had recently had the honey blonde tress lightened to where it could be called 'platinum'. It was an effort to prevent them from being mistaken as twins. The younger sister was too much of an individual to the identification.
"Janet," she softy calls, "Janet, baby, please wake up."
"Mmmmmmmmh!" the sexy sister stirs refusing to wake up.
"Come on, girl," Paula shakes a rounded shoulder, "Git you lazy ass up."
"It's early," she growls, "Why are you fuckin' with me?"
"I've gotta tell ya a secret," the older sister reveals.
"Okay! Okay!" Janet concedes, "I'll listen!"
When a set of blue eyes opens, a pair of scantily covered nicely rounded breasts was inches away. The younger sister automatically smiles at the sight.
"You might what to put those things away if you want my attention," she quips.
Paula sits back, smiling at the sibling's irrelevant attitude. That was one of the things that made the platinum blonde so lovable. The smile then disappears when remembering why she woke the younger sister.
"Baby, stay with me," Paula request seriously. "I have something I really hav'ta tell you."
The tone of her older sister's voice tells Janet something heavy was on her mind. She sits up in the bed. The loose nightshirt opens showing off a nice cleavage.
"I'm sorry, baby," she says, "Go tell me what's on your mind."
"It's about Carl," Paula speaks slowly, "It's something about him that I've been hidin'."
"Whatcha mean, sis?" the younger sister puzzles.
"I have feelings about him that I shouldn't," the young mother confesses.
"What do'ya mean 'feelings that I shouldn't'?" Janet again puzzles.
"I mean I love 'im just too much," Paula blurts out.
"You can never love your son too much." The younger sister adds, "Besides, I also love my nephew with all my heart."
"No! You don't understand!" the older sister struggles to explain, "I love 'im in the wrong way!"
"How can you love your son in the wrong way?" the clueless sister wonders.
"Goddamnit!" the frustrated young mother admits in almost a shout, "I want my son to fuck me!"
A wide-eyed Paula places three fingers over a set of ruby lips. She was stunned that the admission of lust was actually spoken! A feeling of embarrassment comes over the young mother's body.
At first Janet shows an expression of surprise. Then a set of blue eyes sparkles. The young sister explodes in a merry laugh.
"Is that all?" she chuckles, "I've wanted his dickie between my legs since he was sixteen!"
