Mother Nymph

As the weekend approached, and with it my sister's return home from university, I thought long and hard about how mother and I should manage our new found passion with Jane in the house. Mother's bed was my bed now and I was reluctant to give it up for appearances sake. Mum was understandably apprehensive about Jane finding out and terrified that she would give the game away as soon as she opened her mouth, or just by her guilty look. My thoughts, on the other hand, meandered, ebbed and flowed. I found myself less and less worried about Jane finding out and increasingly preoccupied with how I could control and orchestrate the means of her discovery. I told myself that this family had had enough of secrets and deceit and that it was only right that she should know that mum and I were now enjoying a sexual relationship. But ironically, in thinking that, I was actually deceiving myself. What I really wanted was to involve her in the taboo.

At first I thought about how Jane could be drawn into the secret, without being involved in the incest. I had no immediate desires to have a sexual relationship with my sister. I had never harboured any secret attraction to her (like I had towards mum). But that is not to say she was unattractive. She had a good figure, blemishless, if lightly freckled, fair skin and long and uncontrollably curly ginger hair ("A living testament to our family's Scottish heritage and a fearless spirit to match!" My dad would say). Jane was tall, maybe 5,10 or 5,11, she stood proud and presented confidently her stature, shapely breasts, slim waist, peachy arse, firm elegant thighs and long legs.

"So why," I hear you ask, "could she not find a boyfriend?" There were reasons. Firstly she had an air of aloofness about her that could be misunderstood as critical, arrogant and, or abrasive. My friends were scared shitless of her when we were all at school together. But I knew she wasn't any of those things underneath the demeanor she projected. Secondly she presented as a very imposing figure physically that could be perceived as intimidating. And thirdly she would not suffer fools gladly, or tolerate twats and was bloody fussy about what company she kept, making it hard to get to know her, or for her to make friends, and adding to her air of aloofness.

As siblings we had had our normal rivalries, competitive squabbles and irritable interactions, when we weren't trying our best to be civil to each other at our parents' requests. It had always been like that until Jane went to university and absence made the heart grow fonder and being civil to each other became a lot easier and more natural. It still didn't occur to me to fancy her though.

The more I thought about it the more I convinced myself that it was virtually impossible to involve Jane in the taboo without involving her in the incest, or at least offering her the opportunity. She was due to get home about 10pm on Friday night and by Friday afternoon I had come up with a plan that I shared with mum.

I began. "Are you still worried about Jane coming home?"

She nodded, nervously.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I might give away our secret." She replied hesitantly.

"I think you my have already done that." I said, referring to her mishap on the phone.

Mum looked panicked and became tearful.

"It doesn't matter." I reassured her with a hug and kiss.

"We don't want any more secrets dividing this family. It is not ours to keep from Jane."

Mum drew back and looked at me, surprised and shocked, her mouth open but with no words uttered..

"We are going to let her find out and we will deal with the consequences."

"But...she won't understand! I can't lose my daughter!"

"Then we must help her understand and let her make her choices. But mum we must offer her the opportunity of joining us, if that's how she wants to share our secret."

"She will never agree to that!" Said mother.

"I know, but we must give her the invitation, she must not feel excluded from the new family situation." I replied.

Still tearful, mum nodded in agreement.

"Okay, so this is how we will start the conversation..." I continued.

Jane arrived home shortly after 10pm and we all hugged supportively, it being the first time we were all together since dad left. Mum had made sandwiches and we sat around the kitchen table eating them accompanied by mugs of tea. The conversation started with mum asking Jane how college was going and what was new.

"Nothing much," Jane replied, "working hard with my studies and doing my clubs and teams for a bit of social life. Now I do netball, volleyball, book club, poetry club and just joined the debating society."

That figures, I thought, as mum and I knowingly glanced at each other momentarily before turning back to Jane.

"No boyfriend yet then?" I asked as I always did.

"No," she said with a shake of the head,

"You'll have to give me some tips mum!" She said with a wan smile.

Our mother replied. "I'm not sure I have much advice to give, I didn't choose the right husband, did I? And I never took a lover to satisfy my needs all the time your dad didn't."

"Well we can try together now, can't we mum?" Jane said with a smile.

I must admit, I had never heard her talk so candidly, she was almost flirting!

"Anyway, what have you two been doing since dad left with his true love?"

It seemed like the perfect moment and I began the conversation mum and I had planned.

"Well, there have been some pretty big changes, I'm sharing mum's bed now."

There was a pause.

"Eh?" Said Jane eventually.

Another pause.

"Er, sorry, say that again!" She added.

"Your brother and I share my bed now." Said mum, I was impressed with the confidence in her tone.

"Why?" Janes asked with a frown deepening on her forehead, a look I knew too well!

But mum intervened before I could answer. "Because he is the man of the house now and I have been so lonely for so long!"

The frown relaxed as the penny dropped and she looked at us open mouthed.

"On the phone the other night... you were... Oh my god, you two are fucking!"

"We are," I said, "and we needed to tell you. No more secrets!"

"Well, you'll have to keep that a bloody secret!" She said scornfully.

"No!" I replied as calmly as I could, "We all will!"

"You mean me too? Keep your dirty little secret? Why should I"?

Her eyes were burning, her face flushed.

"Because it's a big secret and we are family!" Said mum.

"What about me? It's alright for you two, all cuddled up in bed! While you push me away like a fucking gooseberry!"

"We don't want to do that." Mum said. "There is room in my bed for you too!"

Jane was astonished! "You mean a threesome? Fucking hell! What is wrong with you two, have you gone completely mad since dad left with his midlife crisis bitch?"

"Not a threesome, a family," I said, "Sharing a deeper intimacy. Jane, honestly, it's beautiful between mum and I, come and see!"

Mum nodded in agreement and added "I know it's a shock. I didn't think you would agree, although I wish you would with all my heart. But it is important that you know neither of us want to leave you out of this. We want to share our new intimacy with you and never, never lose you!"

Jane was silent looking from mum to me and back again.

"At least think about it, sleep on it. Come and watch if you like." I said, trying to be persuasive.

She simply replied. "How could you?" Got up from the table and went upstairs to her bedroom.

We heard her bedroom door slam shut. I turned to see the tears rolling down my mother's cheeks. We tidied up the kitchen and went upstairs and got ready for bed. I asked mum if she was okay or if she would prefer that I slept in my own bed tonight.

To my surprise she said, "No we must give Jane the opportunity to join us, like we said she could, even if she chooses not to."

I kissed her deep and long! Before getting into bed we went across the landing to Jane's bedroom door.

"Night darling!" Said mum.

"Night sis!" I added.

We left the landing light on, as if we hoped it would entice her out and afford her a reasonable view of what we would soon be doing.

In mum's bed I stripped her naked and got undressed myself. I pushed my tongue into her mouth as my manhood entered her dripping wet cunt and I began my now familiar rhythm accompanied by mummy's groans and gasps and believe me she didn't hold back knowing we were not alone in the house.

She even talked dirty like she new I loved. "Yes Master, fuck me, fuck me deep! Make me take all your big cock. Fuck mummy, fuck mummy. Fill me up!"

After five or so minutes of fucking I withdrew and said in a clear voice, so that Jane could hear through her closed door. "Time to suck mummy, lick your juices off my manhood and suck me.

"Yes Master!" Mummy replied obediently.

She got to work, licking and sucking. She slurped, gagged and choked as she took it deeper and deeper. She wretched and gasped for air between taking my full length down her throat in one stroke. And then we heard Jane's bedroom door open and she stepped out onto the landing in t shirt and blue panties, peering into our seductively lit bedroom.

"What the fuck are you doing to her?", She said, concerned.

Mummy lifted her head off my cock and replied for me. "No babygirl, it's what I am doing to him!"

Jane moved closer and stood in the doorway.

"Come and sit on the bed." Said mum and she resumed her deep throat duties.

To my amazement, Jane stepped into the bedroom and stood at the end of the bed watching mum's moves intently with wide blue eyes! I watched her face and after a little while she looked at me.

"I never knew it could be like this!" She said.

"You mean so intimate?" I said.

"I mean so... Sexy!" She replied.

"I told you it was beautiful!" I reminded her.

I looked down at mummy and gently lifted her head off my rock hard tool and we drew together to kiss long and hard, our tongues entwined, all the time knowing we had a transfixed audience. When our tongues disengaged and lips finally separated. I leaned over and opened what had previously been dad's bedside drawer and took out a tube of lube I'd bought from the chemist on my way home that afternoon. Sharing our secret with Jane was not the only thing I had planned for that evening!"

"You're about to watch a first!" I said to Jane. "You are about to witness me taking our mother's anal virginity!"

"Eek!" Squealed mother. "I mean, yes please darling! Oh, I mean, please, I beg you Master, take your slaves willing arse!"

Mum was really getting into the dirty slave talk and we all giggled.

I squeezed the lube onto her shithole and began to massage it in with my fingers, initially around the rim before cautiously entering her, all the time listening out for her approval. "Mmmm!" and "Yes Darling!" and "Deeper Master" and "Give me three fingers deep, please Daddy!"

I don't know where "Daddy" came from, but I didn't mind at all!

"Are you ready for Daddy's cock?" I whispered in her ear and she purred an excited "Yes!" in reply.

I turned to Jane. "Get closer and watch this." She did.

I gently circled mummy's arsehole with my glands before nudging the head tenderly in, listening for any sign of my mother's discomfort or distress. But she moaned with pleasure and encouraged me to push in deeper. Mum reached behind her and placed a hand on each cheek. Spreading them apart to give me easier and deeper access

"I want every inch up there!" She said, her voice muffled by the pillow her face was partially buried in.

And I slowly obliged. Once I was in at full depth I started to slowly withdraw about half way before pushing back into her. I repeated this action while gradually increasing the rhythm and quickening the tempo. Mother's sighs became more urgent, encouraging me to go harder and faster until she exploded into orgasm with a shuddering scream.

As I withdrew slowly, still as hard as I had been all evening. I was watching Jane sit back on the bed with her hand down her blue panties, her fingers exploring her clit and vagina. The gusset of her panties was getting noticeably damper as she did so and I could see her thick ginger bush popping out of the top of her panty waistband. When mother had caught her breath she turned around to kiss me, but I had other ideas and drew her gaze from my face down to my glistening cock. She knew what I meant and didn't disappoint. Her mouth taking in my length to clean and suck.

Jane was staring, Incredulously! "Oh my god, mum, that's been up your arse!"

"And it tastes sooo good!" Mother cooed in reply!

With a wiggle round in her daughter's direction she parted her legs and said, "Please darling, why don't you have a taste from mummy's bum hole?"

Jane hesitated momentarily and then seemed to come to a decision. She leaned forward and spread her mother's arse cheeks so she had full access to kiss her shithole.

Mum Shuddered and sighed and said, "Thank you darling!"

And with that I watched my sister licking her mother's arse like a cat lapping up it's milk.

"That's the most beautiful thing I've ever

seen!" I said.

Very soon I felt my balls stirring, preparing to come (well can you blame them?).

"Get ready mummy, but don't swallow it straight down, hold it in your mouth and share with Jane."

My cock twitched and mother received my pumping jism into her expectant mouth.

"Come and kiss mummy, sis!" I gently but insistently suggested. And she moved around to face mum who parted her lips ever so slightly to let a small drop of cum fall on her breast. Their lips met, made a seal and opened, mum using her tongue to push semen into her daughter's mouth while my big sister eagerly sucked it in before spitting it back into mum's mouth. This is how they shared my essence back and forth before swallowing it down. Mum put her hand behind Jane's head and gently guided it down to her breast by a handful of wild red hair.

"Lick that drop off my tit!" Said mum, "We have strict rules about not wasting a single drop of the Master's seed!"

We huddled together, we three, and kissed each other; mother and son, mother and daughter, brother and sister. Even the three of us together, our tongues going wild!

"We should get some sleep, we will need to be at full strength for our morning session! But before we do we have to attend to Jane's needs. Mummy, take off her t shirt and panties."

As mummy did so she revealed my sister's perfectly pert and rounded tits and her daughter's thick ginger bush proudly adorned above a pink and pouting clit and cunt, wet with her babygirl's own love juice. We spread Jane flat in the bed and while I gently licked and sucked her stiffening nipples, mum lapped the nectar from her vagina and caressed her clitoris with a mother's loving tongue. Until Jane couldn't hold back any longer and gushed in our mother's mouth. Of course she moved up to join us and shared her mouthful with her adoring son and daughter.