Alec awoke the next morning to find Emily gone. That only made sense -- it wouldn't do for them to share a bed, naked, and be discovered by Mom the next morning. Still, the sight of the empty space where her warm body had been sent a pang of wistful desire through him.
Yawning, he glanced at the clock. Half past ten already. He must have been exhausted -- he'd slept late.
He shrugged into his robe and emerged from his upstairs bedroom, listening for the sound of activity downstairs. He could hear voices, the clank and hiss of food on the stove, smell cooking bacon and brewing coffee. It seemed brunch was in the making. Were Aunt Donna and Uncle Henry already back?
With a towel over his shoulder, Alec withdrew into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Soaking under the hot water would give him a little time to think. The events of the previous night still left him bewildered... and, quite honestly, aroused. If anyone had told him he'd be having a sexual encounter with his own sister after a wake while his aunt watched, he'd have called them crazy, or worse. But it had been one of the most thrilling, most incendiary events of his life.
What they'd done was forbidden, of course. They'd taken a momentary fantasy, a stray carnal idea, and made it real. Whether it was the desire to re-affirm their own lives after losing a member of their family, or the unexpected revelation of feelings long buried, it didn't matter. To act it out was dangerous; to repeat it, unthinkable.
And yet, he wanted more. He hoped Emily did, too. Their time together had been so sweet and exhilarating. He was afraid she might be having second thoughts, just like him.
Alec heard a soft snick, felt the pressure of the room change: the bathroom door had opened, then closed. His first instinct was to call out, but instead, he drew back the curtain and peered out.
He saw Emily locking the door behind her, dressed in nothing but a blue terrycloth towel. She grinned at him, tongue caught between her teeth in an expression of conspiratorial glee.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked in a half-whisper.
"Is this wise?" Alec asked. Even as the words left his mouth, he chided himself. What was his problem? He'd just been hoping she'd feel the same way, and here she was. "We could get caught."
"We're not going to get caught," Emily said, padding toward the shower. "Donna texted me this morning and said she'd 'keep them talking' until we came downstairs."
"Are you serious?" Alec asked, eyes widening. Overnight, Donna had become the conspirator in their incestuous doings. It was weird, and perverse, and thrilling.
For answer, Emily opened the towel, revealing her naked body. In the bright bathroom lights, he could see every freckle and mole on her pale, creamy skin, which made him love the sight of her even more. The edge of the towel caught on one erect nipple as she pulled it away. For some reason, this made him instantly hard.
"Can I come in or not?" she asked.
Alec nodded emphatic agreement and stepped aside to allow her in. He moved toward the back of the shower, giving her the lion's share of the stream of hot water.
"So chivalrous," Emily said with a smile, tilting back her head to wet her hair. The water ran down her body, running in rivulets between her breasts, collecting in a thousand tiny droplets, giving her skin a luminous glow.
Alec watched her appreciatively as she smoothed her wet hair back from her face. "You like looking at me?"
"Very much."
She pressed her body against his, her skin chill but warming rapidly under the hot water. "What about this?"
"I like that even better."
She stood on tiptoes to kiss him, water from the shower running down both their chins as their lips locked. Emily put her hands on his chest, her touch gentle but not hesitant.
When they separated, she exhaled a shaky breath into his mouth. "This is so wrong," she said in a happy whisper.
"I know," he said. "Do you want to--"
She placed her fingers over his lips before he could say anything more. Biting her lip with a smile, she slowly sank to her knees in the shower, trailing her fingers down his body.
Alec was fully hard by the time her face was level with his cock. She took it in her hand gingerly, squeezing him. He twitched with pleasure, and she grinned, happy and emboldened at having this power over him.
"I'll make this quick," she said. "We don't want the water to get cold." Without another word, she took him in her mouth, deep, until he felt his cock nudge the back of her throat.
"Jesus! Em..." The exclamation escaped him before he could stop himself. He reached down and touched the back of her head, sliding his fingers into the wetness of her hair. Emily began sucking on him in long, deep strokes, one hand squeezing the base of his cock, the other gently touching his thigh.
Momentary anxiety raged through Alec. What if their mother knocked on the door? What if someone saw them both coming out of the bathroom? What if someone heard something? But each objection faded as the sensation of Emily's wet mouth on him overwhelmed all his other senses. If anything, it was even better than the night before -- like she'd learned what he liked and moved toward perfecting it. It seemed like no time at all before he felt his orgasm building.
As if she could sense his impending climax, Emily drew back, water pouring down the back of her head, over her shoulders. She met his eyes with a grin.
"You can come in my mouth, Alec," she said, and then opened her mouth wide, inviting him to do as he pleased.
Taking her at her word, he tightened his fingers in her wet hair and pulled her head forward, pushing his cock into her mouth. She whimpered in surprise and delight as he took control of the speed and direction. He heard a muffled giggle and knew she was enjoying ceding all control to him.
That was all it took to push him over the edge. He hissed breath through his teeth as orgasm momentarily annihilated his consciousness. He felt Emily's hands touch his thighs as she swallowed. His knees weakened, and he leaned on the shower wall to avoid falling.
Emily withdrew with a sharp intake of breath. She gave him that same look she had when she'd first walked in -- broad smile, tongue caught between her teeth, an expression of unalloyed joy. She'd swallowed every drop.
The water was beginning to cool. They'd overstayed their welcome in the shower. Alec helped Emily to her feet, then turned off the water. They toweled off, and Alec started changing his clothes while Emily scouted at the door. Apparently spying no one in the hall, she threw him a wink and slipped out of the bathroom, again in nothing but her towel.
Neither of them had said anything. They didn't have to.
#
Once dressed, Alec went downstairs to the kitchen. Sure enough, the entire family was there: Mom, Aunt Donna, Uncle Henry, and his sister. Their mother, Carolyn, stood at the stove, cooking bacon and eggs, while Aunt Donna poured coffee and Uncle Henry chatted up Emily. She had changed into a short blue dress -- much like the one she'd worn to her graduation party, Alec noted, only shorter and a bit more plunging in the neckline.
"Morning, sport," Donna said, sliding a cup of coffee to him as he took a stool at the kitchen island. She wore a fluffy white robe that contrasted with her tan, freckled skin. Though it was tied tightly, his aunt's curves pushed the limits of the garments, and there was plenty of leg and cleavage on display. He wondered if she wore anything underneath... and suspected not.
"Thanks," he said with a smile. She smiled back and dropped him an effortless wink.
"Sleep well?" she asked, pouring cream into her own coffee and stirring.
"Very soundly," he said. "Must have been the alcohol."
"Yeah, must have been," his aunt said, sitting on the stool next to him. The robe rode far up on her thigh, and she crossed her legs languidly in front of him. He was more certain than ever she wore nothing underneath.
"You want toast, honey?" his mother asked from the stove.
"Sure, Mom, thanks," Alec said. A moment later, his mother put a plate of eggs, bacon and toast in front of him. Carolyn had features similar to her sister Donna: tall, broad-shouldered, curvy with large breasts and ample hips, dark hair. The differences between them were few but stark -- Carolyn's hair was long and straight, her skin pale, her cheekbones more pronounced. She was already dressed for the day, in a simple black blouse and slacks. Her face was a little peaked, like she'd been crying, but had taken pains to hide it.
"So what are your plans for the day, Alec?" Donna asked, making eye contact as she sipped her coffee.
Alec paused, forkful of egg halfway to his mouth. "I don't know. I hadn't thought about it. Is stuff going on? I know family's in town..."
"I'm picking your granddad up at the airport. He wants everyone to get together for dinner later," Carolyn said as she dished up the last of the food and turned off the stove. "I talked to him on the phone. He's sad about missing the funeral and determined to make the most of this weekend in terms of family time."
"I'll bet," Donna said sardonically. Carolyn shot her a glare, but said nothing.
Henry spoke up. "I've got some final paperwork to take care of at the funeral home, and then I thought I'd hit the park Walt and I used to go to."
"Oh, that sounds nice," Emily said, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Can I go?"
Her uncle smiled. "I'd like that. You're welcome to."
Emily smiled back, and Alec thought he saw her blush a little. He tried not to show the bafflement and curiosity he felt. What exactly was going on there? Instead, he concentrated on his eating his eggs.
"Well, I've got to get going," Carolyn announced, picking up her purse. She made a quick circuit around the kitchen counter and gave Emily, then Alec, a kiss on the cheek. "You two be good. Stay out of trouble."
"We will," Emily said.
"Don't worry," Donna said, hands wrapped around her coffee cup. "I'll look after your son."
Her bare foot brushed against his leg, and Alec felt a nervous tingle run through him.
#
Carolyn swept out the door and was gone. Soon after, Emily and Henry left for the park. Emily gave Alec a soft, conspiratorial smile and touched his arm as she passed by -- whether in remembrance of past deeds or looking toward future mischief, he wasn't sure. Either way, he and his aunt had the house to themselves.
As soon as Emily and Henry were out the door, Donna finished her coffee and stood up. Her robe opened up a little, and she cinched it tight again. "So, let's get after those dishes, kiddo. It'll be a nice surprise for you mom not to have to do them when she gets home."
Alec shrugged. "Okay."
