Taylor
I looked admiringly at the engagement ring Dad had bought for me, and had presented to me tonight. The giant diamond at its center sparkled in the light from the lamp at the side of the couch. I was holding up my hand so as to take a better look at it.
"It's beautiful, Dad," I said. "Breathtaking."
I turned towards him, where he stood against the wall. He and I were both naked, after just having made love on the floor of the living room. He stood there with his arms folded across his large chest, looking down at the ring on my hand, his lips in a slight frown. I lay on the couch, my limp, semen-sticky penis laying against my bare thigh. It was a little cool in the room, and the metal from the heart-shaped necklace around my neck bothered me a little bit. It lay there against one of my nipples.
"Dad, we can get through this," I said, dropping my hand to my side.
He shifted, and his big flaccid penis bounced a little where it hung there in plain sight. He sighed, then said, "Taylor, I don't know if we can get through this."
I grimaced at that, and felt a pang of guilt. I tried to brush it away. "It was a stupid mistake. Well, actually, the guy practically raped me. He is very strong, and I was caught off guard. True, I started to like it—but Dad, I regret that and I am mad at myself for it." I shifted so that I was sitting up on the couch. "You know I am in love with you, and only you. I accept your proposal. We can do a little ceremony if you want. I can buy a white dress for you, and we can go on a honeymoon or something."
"I . . . I love you too," Dad replied, sighing again. "But—"
"You know I'm being sincere," I said, standing up. I slowly stepped towards him. Reaching him, I rested my hands on his hips, and leaned in to kiss him on the neck a few times. Below, I felt the side of my penis against his, and I rocked a little so as to caress his penis with my own.
"I know," Dad said. He put his arms around my back and rested his hands on my shoulder blades. "But you liked it?"
I pulled back so that I could look him in the eyes. "It was just a sexual thing, Dad. It meant nothing. I promise."
Dad put his hands down to his sides, and then said, "Well, what if it's just a sexual thing between us too?"
I searched his eyes to see if he was serious, if he had meant what he had just said. "That can't be true," I said. "What we have is far more than that. It's special. We have a special, unique bond that no one can shatter." I leaned in to kiss him on the mouth but he turned his head.
"But . . . you are my son," he said.
"Your son who is in love with you," I came back. "Your son who wants to also be your wife. I fell so hard for you, Dad."
"Maybe we should just be father and son again," Dad said, finally looking back at me. "I mean, at least for a while . . . We can just see how it goes."
As he said it, his voice started to crack. I saw that his eyes were getting red and that tears would soon flow. He was starting to lose his usually manly, stoic composure. He was losing control.
"I love you," I said desperately, and leaned in full against him. My penis was pressed right against his, and I felt myself stick to him because of the cum we had shared just moments earlier. "I love you," I repeated. "I can't lose you."
"I love you too," he said, his voice weaker now. "Just give me time, for now."
With that, he slowly pushed me away. I felt tears coming into my own eyes now, and started to choke up. I watched as he stepped past me and bent over to pick up his clothes from the floor. He pulled on his boxers, and was putting on his shirt when he said, "You can stay in your old room. The bed should already be made."
"No, I can go somewhere," I said, though I didn't have anywhere particular in mind. "Just let me pack a few things and I will go."
"Hey, you don't have to do that," Dad said as he pulled his shirt down, hiding his chest. "Please, stay here."
"It's okay, thanks," I said. I bent over myself to pick up my panties. "We'll talk soon."
Dad took the rest of his clothes and turned to me, saying, "I'm going upstairs, to head to bed. It's been a long day." He turned around and started towards the stairs.
I dressed myself and then headed upstairs to my bedroom to pick up some more clothes. As I was piling them into one of my duffle bags, I heard a low whimper coming from Dad's room down the hall. He was crying.
I went back downstairs and then stood for a moment in the hall, not sure what to do or, more importantly, where to go now. I got an idea. I pulled out my cell phone, waiting for an answer, and said, "Lauren, I told Dad . . . about me and Jason . . . he is really, really hurt . . . I don't know what to say to him right now. I don't know. He started crying. He's upstairs right now."
Christine
My beautiful sister lay there on the carpet, her cell phone against her ear. She was telling our brother Taylor that we would call him right back. Whatever it was, it didn't sound good. Finally she hung up, and put her phone down.
"What happened," I asked.
"He . . . well he told Dad something very upsetting," Lauren started. "Taylor cheated on him."
"Oh no!" I said. "With who? How?"
Lauren scooted over to the couch and sat next to me on the couch. She put her arm around me and leaned in to kiss me a few times. She looked sad, though, and said, "I have to go home . . . I will tell him that he can stay at my place for a while."
"He can stay here," I said as quick as I could. The thought of her leaving me, right now, was unbearable. Not this early. "He can use the room I was about to give to you tonight . . . and you can sleep in my bed."
"Are you sure?" Lauren asked. She leaned in to kiss me again, and this time her hand slid down my side all the way down to my pussy, which was already getting slightly moist again. Our sets of breasts heaved against each other, the nipples colliding, as we made out.
Finally, we broke the long, passionate kiss and Lauren looked down again at her cell phone. She stooped over to pick it up, and I admired her full, gorgeous ass. She called Taylor and told him to come on over, that the kids were out for a few days. She hung up.
"He's on his way," she said.
I caressed her shoulder, and said, "We ought to shower up. We're both filthy."
Lauren smiled at me, and replied giddily, "Yeah, I guess we should take a shower together."