This is a work of fiction. All characters engaging in sexual acts are 18 or older. In my fictional world, there are no STDs. My characters may act in fictional and irrational ways.
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I'm Going To Hell
I'm going to hell, I thought as cradled Brittney in my arms and felt her sweet little snatch milk the last drops of cum from my cock. She tilted her head to the side and I leaned in to kiss her.
"I'm sorry I was such an asshole, Britti." If I was going to hell, at least I could be nice to my sister.
"You can never be an asshole to me. You're my Marty." She kissed me back and bit my lip.
Britti and Marty. That's the way it had always been since she was old enough to crawl after me. Mom claimed her first word was Marty. I hugged her to me thinking I'd never thought I'd be here.
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Christmas 2013. That holiday was forever etched in my soul. I had driven four hours through a snowstorm. I'd nearly died four times as the cars whipped down the highway like it was a bright spring day. But now I was home. I lugged my backpack and dirty laundry into the house. I dropped the laundry by the washer knowing Mom would have it done by tomorrow. I climbed the stairs to my room and collapsed on my bed. Finals were over and I had three and a half weeks to do absolutely nothing.
A half-hour later my stomach told me to go find some food. I went down the stairs noticing that the house was dark and quiet. Mom wasn't in the kitchen so I checked the garage. Yep, her car was gone. As I walked back into the house I heard the TV from the den. Brittney must be home. I padded down the stairs and saw the dark room was lit with the glow from the screen.
I'd taken four steps into the room when I heard my Dad's voice and saw two heads in his chair. I smiled. Our TV-watching tradition from when Brittney and I were little was, Mom and I on the couch, Brittney on Dad's lap. She was eighteen now but over the years she'd stubbornly refused to give up her spot.
I took another step when I heard Dad say, "Oh, right there baby. Gawd you're tight. You feel so good."
What the fuck? I heard Brittney giggle. The screen went bright and I could see her tits and Dad's hand on one of them. I stopped breathing. I back tracked to the stairs and went back to my room.
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit! Dad was fucking my little sister. I was going to have to tell Mom that Dad was cheating on her. And, he was cheating with Brittney. My mouth was dry. If it wasn't snowing like a bitch I think I would have driven back to school. I considered that for several minutes until I remembered that the dorms were locked up tight for the holiday. I crawled into bed and pulled the covers over my head.
Sometime later, I heard my door open and watched Mom look in. I pretended to be asleep. I couldn't face her tonight. I'd have to think of some way to break the news tomorrow. It was going to crush her. Mom ran the house, but everything she did was to make life easy for Dad. She doted on him and he'd stabbed her in the back. With her own daughter.
The stress of the discovery and the drive had exhausted me. I fell into a deep sleep. I had a dream that Brittney had crawled into bed with me and kissed me. The light streaming through the window woke me in the morning. I climbed out of bed and crossed the hall to take a piss. I heard Mom's voice from her room. After I was drained and I'd washed my hands, I looked in the mirror. No time like the present, I told myself. I opened the door and walked down the hall.
As I approached the open door I heard my Mom's voice. "Oh, yeah baby, right there. Please don't stop. Ugggh." I couldn't believe that my parents were fucking with their door open. I was pissed that Dad was fucking Mom the morning after he'd fucked Brittney. Fuck it, I'd just confront him now. I looked in the room.
Mom was naked on her back with her legs spread wide. Brittney was face down in her crotch, her long brown hair spread out behind her. Her head popped up.
"How was that Mommy?"
"It was beautiful baby, you're so good at that. My legs are still shaking." She stroked Brittney's hair.
I stepped back before they saw me. I ran back to my room. What is going on here? Mom and Dad are both having sex with Brittney? My sweet, perfect little sister? I thought I was going to hurl. My head was pounding and my heart was beating two thousand times a minute. I crawled back into bed and hid my head under my pillow. Make it go away I pleaded.
Ten minutes later, my door opened and Brittney pulled the pillow off my head. She put her head down face to face with me and rubbed her nose on mine. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips. Nothing unusual with that, except she tasted and smelled like pussy. Mom's pussy. I pushed her off the bed.
"Wake up grumpy. Mom and I are going to the mall. Want to go with us?"
"No," I growled. "Too early," I added, hoping she didn't know I'd already been up.
"Well when you do get up, I made you snickerdoodles. They're in the kitchen." She bounced out of my room.
After a while, the call of the snickerdoodles was too loud to ignore. I made my way down to the kitchen. I ate them all, washing them down with milk. I knew Dad was at work. I had the house to myself. I decided to explore.
In my parent's room, I found no big surprises. I did find Mom's vibrator and a big dildo with a suction cup bottom. I also found that Mom had some very sexy underwear.
In Brittney's room, nothing seemed different. She had her soccer and debate trophies. I found the plaque for making all-state in soccer the previous year and the pictures of her as the homecoming queen. I saw a newspaper clip that said she had been selected with the highest percentage of the vote ever for Olson High. Brittney was going to have good memories of high school.
I found her vibrator as well. I noticed it was the same model as Mom. There were no sexy undies or hidden stash of porn. Everything seemed normal.
The rest of the house looked just like I had left it last summer. I was deeply confused.
I went back to my room and spent some time texting with my college buddies, feeling them out about maybe coming for a visit over the holidays. Not getting any good responses I resigned myself to tough it out in this house of deviants. I decided to keep my eyes open and see if I could figure out what had caused this big change.
I took a shower and pulled on some sweats. I was in the den, not sitting in Dad's chair, watching TV when Mom and Brittney got home. Brittney skipped down the stairs and flopped down next to me.
"You ate all the cookies," she said without pouting. "I'll make you some more this afternoon." She gave me a double-dimple smile.
My little sister is a 'girl next door' dream. Light brown hair that fell halfway down her back, hazel eyes, a killer smile with those too-cute dimples. She had a few freckles across her little button nose and, sitting next to her now, I noticed that her breasts had continued to grow while I was at school. No wonder she had won homecoming queen. She probably had every guy at school drooling after her.
"What are you watching?"
"Die Hard."
"Okay." She snuggled up to me just like she always had. She laid her head on my arm and gripped it below her head. "I'm happy you're home. I missed my Marty."
If I could have wiped the images from last night and this morning from my mind, all would have seemed right with the world. Instead, I felt like I was standing at the bottom of the globe about to fall off. We watched the movie to the end and then she left me to go make more cookies. I watched another Christmas movie and then went back to my room.
As expected, my clothes were clean and folded for me on my bed. I went down to face Mom. I walked into the kitchen just in time to see Mom squeeze Brittney's bottom. It wasn't a motherly squeeze.
"Hi, Mom." She didn't jump or react other than to turn and smile at me.
"Marty, you must have had a terrible drive last night." She walked up to me and kissed me on the forehead. "I got your laundry done."
"I saw. Thanks. So, how are you?"
"Never better, Marty, now that both my children are home. I don't know if you looked outside, but it's beautiful today. I love a white Christmas."
"I made a double batch of snickerdoodles for you," Brittney declared.
"Awesome, what's for dinner?" I asked Mom.
"Well, it's just the three of us tonight. Your sister has a date. I thought we might have your favorite, chicken Pad Thai."
"Who are you dating now Britti?"
"I'm going out with Logan Neal tonight."
"Been seeing him for a while?"
"No, I go out with him now and then. Nothing serious."
"Your sister has sworn off serious dating. She knows she'll be heading off to college soon."
"So where is Britti thinking of going?"
"I've got full-ride offers from Clark, State, and," She shot me a look, "Wilsom." She watched me waiting for my reaction.
"You'd give up a chance to play D1 and come to Wilsom?"
"I'm good but I don't know about playing for State. I'd have to spend all my time on practice just to make the team. The classes are more advanced at Wilsom."
"Well, I know that's true. Do you think you want to go to the same school as me?"
"It would be just like high school. I'd have my Marty back." Her eyes were shining.
Dad got home at six and Brittney's date showed up a half hour later. I wasn't impressed. He was big and fumbling and awkward. He didn't fit the mold of someone my sister would date. When I questioned her choice later Mom just said he was a nice guy.
Mom and Dad were completely normal all night.
I was in bed when Brittney opened my door and crawled on top of me. "You asleep?"
"Not anymore."
She giggled. "Can I sleep with you?" I froze until I remembered that it was the same question she'd asked me every week since she was four.