This story has family incest between an adult brother, mother and sister. There is some mild violence committed by a fourth party but this is not part of the main theme. This is a longer one, over twenty thousand words in one chapter with an ending. Although I might, in the future, revisit the story I'm not planning to at this time.
All parties involved in any sexual situations are at least eighteen years old.
INTERVENTION
PREQUEL: We just couldn't take it anymore. My sister Becky and I watched as our lovely mother sat down at the breakfast island. She was wearing a fluffy housecoat that was loosely tied at the waist. She was hung over, again, and both Becky and I could see the marks that her lover had left on her upper chest the night before. She also had a bruise on her beautiful cheek and her hair was a ratty mess. When she slumped into her chair her housecoat opened, exposing her entire upper chest to our view. I could see the marks and bruises that the asshole had left on our mother's boobs, paying particular attention to her areola and nipples. I spoke for the first time, "Mom, your tits are showing. Don't you have any respect for yourself anymore?" She looked up in shock. I had never talked to her like this before.
******THE DESCENT OF MOM******
She was still, at thirty five, a very pretty and desirable woman. She had gotten pregnant very early in her life and my dad had been forced by our two grandfathers to marry her so that I wasn't born a bastard. Actually the term 'shotgun wedding' was the term that our grandparents had used. Two years later my sister was born. Our parents had lived with one or the other parents' home until my dad could support his family.
That was the past though, over twenty years ago. Nowadays my parents were not getting along at all. They had been arguing almost continuously for months. Mostly they argued about why my father had no sex drive. Little did we all know that the reason for his lack of sexual desire for my mother was that she was a female.
My parents had made it very clear when their issues began to surface that their marriage, and any other personal aspects of their life were to be theirs to deal with, in private. End of story and no further discussion would be tolerated. From that point on my sister and I had just accepted their arguing and simply wanted to be kept in the dark about our parents' personal life.
My mom, as beautiful as she was, would have been a catch for almost any man but her confidence took a huge hit when she caught our father finally, with his boyfriend, in bed together. Imagine that, the man that you thought was your soulmate, the man that was the father of your children, the man that you had wished to be beside you as you grew old together tied to his bed with a dick up his ass.
She had been devastated when she found out about the affair. She was served with divorce papers within the week. But amazingly she had insisted on counselling, praying that a third party would get my father to change his ways and understand what he was giving up. It didn't work though. My father was adamant that he and his lover, a young man of only twenty, would be happy together. After he moved out neither Becky nor I ever saw him again.
When she started to accept the fact that she had lost her husband and the divorce was going forward my mother had gone into a deep depression. She started drinking a lot and picking up men in seedy bars and nightclubs.
The divorce was nearly final, just weeks to go and my father was long gone so Becky and I thought that she must have just accepted the inevitable. My sister and I watched as the beautiful woman that had raised us, that we both loved and cherished, began the slippery slope of depression, alcoholism and degrading herself with casual sex. We didn't figure it out until months later that there was anything that we could do for her.
My mom had always reminded me of a movie star named Jill Ireland that was a popular movie star in the sixties. She had blonde hair that she kept shoulder length, a timeless pretty face, nice shape and long legs. If I were to describe my mother in one word it would be statuesque.
******BECKY AND I THE BEGINNING******
A bit about my sister and I. I'm Brett Morgan and my sisters' name is Becky. To be blunt, we have always been very close as siblings. Much closer than normal siblings. We have always been each other's best friend and confidant. I, as her older brother, had always felt that I was her protector and now I wanted to be there for her if or when our parents were not able to resurrect their marriage.
I had noticed that Becky had become more clingy as she went through her teen years. She would always sit next to me when we had our meals and she would sometimes cuddle into me with my arm around her while watching movies at home. We never fought or argued like most kids would so I have to admit that it wasn't a total surprise when we became each other's only lover.
As I said, we were very close while growing up. I was twenty and still living at home because my job as an assistant manager at a fast food place wasn't lucrative enough to fund an apartment, yet. Becky was eighteen and in her senior year of high school. I was older by two years and should have been the more mature and responsible of the two of us but as our parents' marriage began to crumble we turned to each other, as we always had, for comfort and security. At first we would just go into one of our bedrooms together to avoid the drama. We would just lay low and talk while our parents fought. Then as time went on, when the arguments got really loud, we would leave the house and it's toxic atmosphere and go to the movies or hang out at fast food places, always together, to avoid the arguments, and then stay out until late or at least until we thought the fireworks were over. It usually worked.
When we were home our father ignored us. Other than giving us money for our nights out he seemed to have no interest in what Becky and I were doing. So we took matters into our own hands so to speak and we comforted each other.
When in school I was very shy around girls my own age. I had never dated, unless you consider my time spent with my younger sister as a date. I never did. But, as time passed, with the responsibility of being a manager and as an older brother, I had gotten more outgoing and confident. I had to with my responsibilities at work, and at home.
My sister Becky had not dated much either. She had only a few close girlfriends and had always been very self conscious and ashamed that she didn't have that ideal body that was portrayed in the teen magazines. She was very pretty to me though. I had always compared Becky to my mom, who I thought of as the most beautiful woman in the world. Neither of us were ever in that popular crowd in high school to be honest. We usually just hung around each other as siblings sometimes do when having to deal with the toxic vibe of our parents' marriage.
We, or more importantly, I had never considered romance with my sister until that fateful night. Our parents were having a terrible argument once again about how my father was never seemingly in the mood anymore. They were in their bedroom and finally it sounded like the loud argument was over so I went to sleep. Sometime in the middle of the night though I heard their angry voices rise again. I had just pulled my pillow over my head to silence the noise when I felt my bed move. Becky was in my room, again. She had always depended on me for comfort when stressed and tonight would be one of those stressful nights it seemed. She picked my sheet up and just slid into my bed.
"Bret, would you please hold me? I just can't stand that noise anymore. My heart hurts for Mom. They don't make love anymore. They don't even try to get along anymore. All they do is argue about shit and blame each other. Please Brett put your arms around me and hold me," she said as she slipped into my bed and into my arms. I could feel her soft body as she snuggled against me. I moved onto my back and she put her knee up over my thigh and she cuddled closer. We had held hands, hugged and lightly kissed each other before on our 'not dates' but we had never lay in bed intimately like this before. I was pretty sure that she had a short nightgown on and I suspected that she wasn't wearing a bra but she was probably wearing her panties as was normal for her. The next words she said would change our relationship forever.
She snuggled her face close to my ear and whispered, "Brett, if I ask you something really personal would you tell me the truth?"
"Sure baby. You know that you are my best friend. We share everything. I will never lie to you." Becky waited several minutes before she put her arm across my chest and whispered again.
"Okay, but this is really personal. Have you ever had sex with anyone?" My eyes opened wide in the darkness. What had brought this on? We had never brought the subject of each other's love life up before.
"Ummm, no Becky I haven't. Why do you ask? Is there someone in your life that you are into like that?"
"No, well yes there is but that isn't what I'm asking you. What I am asking is, ummm, oh, shit! Do you think I'm pretty?"
