Incest, Inc
Part Three:
Perverted Pleasures
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~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~
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Monday morning...
Shannon Gallifrey stood naked in front of her closet, trying to figure out what outfit would be best to use to seduce her younger brother.
Which was certainly not a thought she would have expected to have a year ago, she thought with an inner smile. Or even a week. But the past two days had caused incredible changes in the lives of both her and her family.
First, there had been the astounding revelation on Saturday, that the company her father worked for, which had always seemed to everyone, including her father, to be no different than a thousand other non-profit charity organizations, was only a front for something unbelievable. The Roberts Foundation, ostensibly set up to combat a lack of educational opportunities in developing countries (and also in impoverished areas of rural America) was actually something completely different. Its long-term goal, hidden to almost everyone, was to raise the collective intelligence of the human race. And the way the foundation chose to try to do that was to have people of superior intellect mate and have children together.
Which would all be well and good, and it would have marked them as perhaps...eccentric, but not especially strange. But the foundation would have had no need to cloak its activities in secrecy had it not been for the second prong of its strategy, which was that the people doing the mating and the breeding be related to each other. Specifically, brothers and sisters, fathers and daughters, or mothers and sons. Cousins, too, were apparently open for business, but since both of her parents were only children, that option didn't seem to be available.
Intellectually, it made sense, Shannon admitted. One could not expect arranged marriages, brought together solely for the purpose of creating intelligent children, to have a solid base of emotional support. And from her conversations with her father over the last few days, she had gathered that approach had been tried, and failed, before the foundation had switched to its more clandestine approach. The bonds between parent and child, sibling and sibling, were already strong. And with the financial incentives the foundation offered, a bonding between two people who already knew each other well was apt to stay strong and stable.
But still...
It was obvious that her father had not expected any of his children to accept the 'opportunity' the foundation had offered. In fact, he would never have mentioned it at all without the encouragement of his wife, Shannon's mother, who had strong feelings about the rights of their children to make their own choices. And it was crystal-clear that Scott Gallifrey had been completely gobsmacked when his shy, quiet daughter Shannon had declared her wish to be impregnated by him and to bear his child.
Shannon smiled and cupped a bare breast in her palm. One of her fingers absently toyed with her nipple, bringing it to a peak. None of her family truly understood her. Her parents were geniuses, highly respected in their fields. Her father was able to organize the building of schools in hellish conditions, in areas of the world that didn't have roads or running water, and were always under threats by local warlords and strongmen. Her mother, Beverly, was a clinical psychologist and psychotherapist, in addition to running the entire psychology department at the hospital where she worked. Her twin siblings, Angelica and Jason, were incredibly intelligent as well.
But none of them were like her. None of them understood the way her shyness hid a highly-developed and powerful sex drive. None of them had to deal with the agony of needing sex at a fundamental level, while at the same time not really liking to be around other people, period.
Except her family, of course. Always excepting her family.
The foundation's offer gave her a way out. Safe within her family, with the only people she truly trusted and loved, she could indulge her desires in a way she never could with anyone else. One hand strayed to the flat curve of her belly, and her lips curled in a secret smile. If the Goddess was kind, her father's seed had already taken root there. In nine months, she might be blessed with a child. A child for which her and her father would be paid a great deal of money.
After she and her father had broken that powerful taboo, the gates had fallen. Her mother had seduced her brother Jason yesterday afternoon. And her horny tramp of a sister had done the same thing with her father while Shannon was taking a nap the previous day. Her family had seemed well on its way to settling into a life-style which was the dream of perverted teenagers the world over.
Until her brother had apparently developed an entirely unwelcome set of cold feet. She sighed, her lips thinning, then shook her head. She shouldn't be so hard on him. The family had held a long, quiet talk the previous night after Jason had gone upstairs to his room. Her mother had shared quite a few details about her lovemaking session with her son. More than enough to make Shannon's panties wet, if she had been wearing any.
"It's my fault," Beverly had said, her eyes worried. "I pushed too hard, I think. Beat him at his own game, with logic, then trapped him."
"He didn't say no, did he, Mom?" Angelica had asked worriedly. Despite her estrangement from her twin, she still loved him dearly.
Beverly shook her head. "No. Not like that. But he wasn't...emotionally ready. His body was, of course. More than ready." Her lips curved in happy memory. "But not his heart." She heaved a dejected sigh. "I should have known better, dammit. I should have just held out my hand, like he was a scared puppy, and let him come to me, rather than jumping into his arms and practically forcing him to screw me."
"He seemed to be enjoying it at the time," her daughter had said with a winked twinkle in her eye.
"At the time, sure." Her mother shrugged. "But what happened when the fun-time was over and he had a chance to think about it? I should have been there for him. That's my damn job. I'm a therapist." One hand hit the arm of the couch in frustrated anger. "Instead, I fell asleep like some teenage boy who finally got his rocks off. And I left him alone with no one to talk to."
"Which is why I'm going to him tomorrow," Shannon said quietly, before her mother could berate herself further. "I'll talk him off the ledge. With the Goddess as my guide, I am sure we will find a way."
*****
What to wear, what to wear...
Shannon was under no illusions about her body. She was beautiful and she knew it. Dark blond hair, almost golden, fell from her head in a shining wave. Her eyes were a deep blue. The color of a forest pool at twilight, a would-be boyfriend had once said, though Shannon thought that was poetic license, and a forest pool would be more apt to be brown. Her skin was lightly tanned, her arms and legs trim, and her face lovely, with a button nose and delicate high cheekbones.
And I've got a great set of tits
, she thought smugly. Large and firm, they sat high on her chest, commanding a 36-D bra on those rare occasions when she bothered to wear one. Her sister, smaller and more petite, was a 34-C, while her mother had to make do with a b-cup. She caressed her mounds, shivering a little, then firmly forced her hands away. Jason was no fool. And she didn't intend to come to him this morning with the aroma of her own arousal hanging around her. Near-virgin he might be, but even his nose would be able to pick up that hint.
And her brother was in no state for her to barge into his room looking like some sex-goddess come down from on high to ravish him. He would be instantly suspicious and on his guard. Somewhere in his male brain there was the conviction that having sex with your mother was a Bad Thing. And that to desire your sisters was also a Bad Thing.
Well
, she thought, reaching for a nice, non-threatening beige blouse.
That is something I'll have to remedy, isn't it?
*****
Jason had woken early after a night of fitful sleep, and was peering blearily at his laptop when the quiet knock came at his bedroom door.
"It's open," he said, then bit his tongue. He wasn't sure if he wanted to face anyone in his family this morning. If it was his mother, come to talk about what they had done together the day before, he thought he might just run away. His father would be even worse. How could he face the man who had raised him, with them both knowing that he and his mother had made love? And Angie...she would sit there on the bed, smiling, both of them knowing what had happened, even if she didn't mention it.
