I would like to thank all those for their continued interest in the "Heather and Bryan" series and your continued patience. I want to make each installment the best I can and am taking my time with this series. I hope the news that this & the next chapter wrap it up will make you smile -- but don't worry, we haven't seen the last of this naughty duo or their friends. -- BrettJ
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Heather Adamson did not like keeping secrets from her big brother, Bryan. Not because of the fact he was her protector and had looked out for her since the day she was born. Not because he took care of her and had been the prominent male figure in her life because of their too-often-absent father. Not because he was the nicest, sweetest guy in the world and she could never look him in the eyes and out-and-out lie to him.
No, not for any of these reasons. It was simply because he was the love of her life and her lover. Heather didn't think lovers should keep secrets, but she had kept one. It was a doozy, too. Keeping it had made her quick-tempered, irritable and driven him away. For a time, at least.
They'd had a most -- unusual reconciliation a little while back , an experience that Heather would treasure forever. Bryan would as well, she knew.
She had corralled their Aunt Alexus and her friend Vickie to help her with her scheme, then called Bryan's girlfriend Raquel, her sister Carrie and their mother Ingrid -- all who enjoyed family love with no reservations -- and made a DVD for him that he still watched at least once a week, an all-girl orgy that was raw, sensual and quite nicely filmed by Vickie. After that, Vickie had picked him up and taken him to an orgy that defied explanation and had left them all weak in the knees. The passion expended that night was considerable and Bryan finally got to fuck Vickie, plus watch her and his sister lez it up.
Sadly, there had been no opportunity for a repeat performance, but Ingrid and Raquel had called and told Heather that Carrie would be home from her European trip this weekend and not too make any plans. That was Surprise # 1 for her lover-brother, Surprise # 2 was on the horizon. Their parents were out for a night with other friends and were staying over -- Daddy planned on having some beers and not worrying about driving -- so strawberry-blonde Heather got out her new teddy, the one that Bryan hadn't seen before, all white lace and sexy, and cooked dinner for him while wearing that. She sat on his lap, feeding him and glad they were a young couple that loved each other once again. She hated that he'd been mad at her, hated that she had to keep a secret from him and hated that he was mad at his little fucktoy. She
loved
that she was feeling that way again.
"You're a little sexpot, do you know that?" Bryan teased, kissing her nose.
"Complaining?"
"Hell, no! I'm just glad to have things back to normal -- well, normal for
us
, anyway!" Bryan grinned as she swatted his arm and got up to bring him a cup of after-dinner tea.
They sat there, having tea and home-made scones. Out of necessity, Heather had become very domestic in the last year, it was actually quite endearing. The silence was deafening, but Heather had made her decision and there was no turning back.
"Bryan, darling -- I am sorry for being so bitchy lately."
"That's okay sis -- you gave me quite the apology. I still get hard when I think about it."
"Yes -- but I never gave you the reason for all that attitude. I've been keeping something from you for months -- well, more than
one
something, to be honest."
"That's not like you sis -- but I know you, you have a good reason."
Heather smiled -- every time she smiled, Bryan remembered why
she
was the love of
his
life too. He loved Raquel and knew they were destined to be together, but it was his sister that was his soul-mate. "Thanks brother-darling, I was sworn to secrecy -- until recently. Come into the Living Room with me and I'll fill you in on what's been going on."
Heather got up and walked into the Living Room, her buttocks swaying slowly underneath the sexy lace teddy. She sat down, curling her legs underneath her, Bryan sat across from her as she began relating her story. Bryan would have been lying if he said he wasn't concerned -- but he trusted his sister implicitly and listened carefully.
Heather told him that some time back, on a quiet afternoon, she'd been reading a magazine when her mother came in the room. There was no one else home, just Heather and their mother, Brigit. She seemed a bit agitated and sat down beside her daughter, looking around nervously.
"That's a very cute outfit you're wearing, dear," Brigit said, noting her daughter's snug-fitting red and white top and white shorts. It was one of Bryan's favorites and Heather had been secretly wishing her brother would come home and they could sneak away for a good fuck -- she was really fucking horny.
"Thanks Mom -- it's a hot one today, so I didn't put much on. You okay? You seem a bit strung-out." Heather noted.
"No -- no, I'm not okay. Listen dear, if I take you into my confidence, you can't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you -- not your friends, not your brother --
no one
, understand?" Heather nodded.
"What did she tell you?" Bryan was eager to know. His sister shushed him and went on with the story, letting him know what her mother had told her.
"For most of our married life -- well, there's no easy way to tell your child this -- your father and I have been swinging. I see the look in your eyes, I'm sorry if it upsets you, but there's things you need to know. Heather, both your father and I have big, big sexual appetites -- far too large to be contained by a conventional marriage. Daddy travels a lot and I get horny -- yes dear, mothers get horny -- so we discussed it, poked around a bit and found there was a thriving local swingers community which readily accepted us into their ranks."
Heather found it hard to reconcile her quiet, nurturing mother belonged to a Swinger's community, but she let Brigit continue.
"It's worked wonderfully for us. If Daddy's on the road, I never worry about him having a strange piece of tail -- that's fine with me; I don't need to know the details and he always comes home. Likewise, if I need some extra --
cock
-- I'm free to call one of our friends and arrange a meeting. Or I can go to one of my luncheons."
"But Mom, there are only women at those luncheons."
Brigit smiled sweetly and nodded.
Heather was now blown away. First, finding out her Mom was a swinger -- now finding out she was into
women
? Wow.
Heather took her mother's hand and squeezed it. "I'm glad your feel comfortable enough sharing all this Mom, but why now?"
Brigit's smile dimmed a bit. "Because, baby-girl, I think your father may have found someone that isn't just a casual fling. He's been enjoying the favors of the younger members, some members also have sons and daughters that are members as well. He hasn't said it outright, but something's different. I think one of the girls is putting the moves on him, I plan confront him with it eventually and I may need your support, yours and Bryan's, if I decide to divorce your father."
"Divorce Daddy?"
Brigit nodded. "I don't mind him having a little fun with some young, cute thing -- hell,
I've
done that -- and young cock isn't too bad either -- but I'm not going to be pushed aside for her either."
Heather was getting a sensory overload -- their father was absent a lot, but divorce would never have occurred to her. Still, she nodded and gave Brigit a big hug.
"You're not shocked by all this, darling? Disgusted by your mother's actions or that she occasionally likes to swing with another girl?"
"No Mom, don't be silly. Only proves you're human -- and besides, I've swung with other chicks several times myself."
Now it was Brigit's turn to learn something new. Her bright blue eyes went wide as she surveyed her daughter with new eyes.
"You and another girl?" Heather nodded, Brigit giggled nervously. "How perfectly awful. Who?"
"My friend Vickie -- you know, the curvy blonde. I was flirting with her Daddy one time -- he's so hunky -- and Vickie was watching us, she seemed a bit jealous. I gave her a hug, told her I was just having fun, then she hugged me back. Then, she kissed me and well, one thing led to another and somehow, we all ended up in Vickie's bed."
"The three of you?"
Heather nodded, Brigit's eyes went as wide as they could.
"Vickie and her father - both?" Again, Heather nodded.
"But -- that's incest!" Brigit said, truly shocked.
Heather smiled. "Mom, in these modern times, it's not as big a deal. Vickie and her Daddy adore each other, their love just transcended into physical and God, with a cock like his, I can't blame her. We had a great time, one of the best I can remember." Heather smiled.
"So -- my girl likes girls," Brigit sighed, then laughed. "Like mother, like daughter. Actually, in the last number of years, I've spent more time with the women of our group then I have with the men. Yes, women can be catty, but they can also be loving, sensual and very supportive, if need be."
Heather nodded. "I agree, Mom."
Both women were seeing each other with new eyes. Heather knew her mother was attractive, but now she was seeing the tall, willowy brunette with appreciative eyes. She flashed on the image of her mother and Vickie all tangled up together and making love, it sent a delicious chill throughout her body.
"Heather? Dear, you drifted off. What distracted you?"
Heather smiled. "Just had an erotic thought for a minute Mom, sorry."
"Oh? What about?"
Heather flushed a bit, but said quietly "You and Vickie."
Brigit looked at her daughter with new eyes. "Oh, my. I don't know what to say. Did it -- did it turn you on?"
"And how!"
