The family, minus Mark, and Jim continue to deal with the fallout of their actions.
Mark turns to Muriel for help in understanding what is happening to him and his family.
Again, the primary action is incest but there is MM sex. You've been warned.
Thanks, as always, to LarryInSeattle.
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Jill and mom hurry after Mark. I notice a string of my cum detach itself from my sister's pussy. It lands on top of my left thigh. I had never
hated
fucking girls, even though I have no real desire to do so. Why, I wonder had I
loved
fucking Jill. That is totally fucked up. I'm gay. I've known that since I was sixteen. I've had sex with women but the truth is I had only been jerking off using their bodies. This had been different. I'm a gay man who loves fucking only one woman, his sister. Jesus, no wonder Mark wants to get away from me.
Jim stands there, cock hanging above my head, for a moment before turning to sit on the end of the bed. I inch toward the head of the bed. My head is no longer hanging off the end of the bed. I unconsciously swipe at a bit of cum on my cheek and lick my finger clean. My father turns to sit and I scoot over, bumping into Jim.
I let my arm lie across Jim's lap. I casually brush my fingers over his side. He doesn't resist. I hesitate, wondering if it is a good idea, then wrap my other arm around my father's back.
"Did you tell mom?" I ask when the silence becomes too much too bear.
"Yes."
"All of it?"
He nods. Jill and mom have returned and are standing in the doorway. He continues, outwardly at least unconcerned by the presence of his daughter and her boyfriend.
"Yes, all of it. I told her I was bisexual, that I always had been. I told her about the one time with my friend. I told her how, until today, I had done nothing more than watch and fantasize. I told her that changed today, that today I had done something I haven't done for twenty years, sucked a cock. And," he goes on after pausing, "I told her it was yours."
Jim jumps a little at that and turns to look at my father. Dad sits, not moving, looking at his hands. When he speaks, he raises his head to look at me.
"I explained you had no idea it was me but that afterwards you asked me to fuck you and I did."
Beside me, I heard Jim whistle softly threw his teeth in astonishment.
"What did she do?"
"Slapped me. Split my lip." He turns to show me, turning his lip out with both hands. "Told me I was sick, disgusting, a liar, a pervert and that she hated me and wanted me to get the fuck out of her sight, her house, and her life."
"What did you do?" Jim asks.
My father shrugs.
"What could I do? I told her I agreed with every word she had said, that I understood and I'd pack up, head back to Norfolk and find a hotel. I told her she should stay here, maybe with Muriel, to give me time to get my stuff out."
"What happened then?" I prod when he remained silent.
"I started wailing," mom says as he came over to sit by my father.
I move my arm and Jill sits on Jim's lap. He leans back on his hands. I drape my arm across my sister's lap.
"I wanted him away from me," mom continues. "I didn't want to see him or touch him or hear him but as soon as he said he'd go, the reality of not having him with me hit.
"I don't understand any of this, none of it. Not what happened yesterday, not what happened today, not just what your father has done but what I've done as well. What has he done that is so much worse than what I've done? If he's a monster, so am I, maybe we are, both of us. I don't know. But it hit me if he needed to leave, well, then so did I.
"He pulled me up onto the bed and we cuddled up and cried and rocked and whispered to each other how much we loved each other. He told me he was the one to blame and I said no, it was me. Then we realized there was no point, not then, of talking about it. We cried ourselves out and then came to find you all. To tell you what we'd been doing was bad, was wrong and ask you if you wanted your father and me to leave."
"We found you," she said with a rueful snort. "Conveniently, all in one place." She shrugs. "The rest you know. Except Mark ran over to Muriel's. We started to follow but she gave us a glare and a wave and disappeared inside with him." She turned to look past our dad, at Jill. "I swear, Jill. If I hadn't seen you come wiggling out between my legs with my own eyes, I'd swear you were Muriel's kid. You could have been dug out of her ass with a spoon."
Jill looks at her calmly. "I love Muriel. I take that as a compliment."
"I love her too," mom replies. "And you certainly may take it as a compliment." She holds Jill's eyes. "Did you know your father and I are Muriel's lovers?"
Jill nods. "I knew you were. Don't you remember last night? Muriel offered to teach me to eat pussy like she had taught you. I wasn't sure about daddy though. I found it hard to imagine you'd cheat on him."
Mom smiles. "I don't remember Muriel saying that now. Jesus, what a character that woman is. It would be easy to get the wrong impression of Muriel. Most people would label her as a 'bad' person but she's far from it. She's smarter than most imagine, with a good head on her shoulders, a big heart, and if there's a mean bone in her body I've never seen it. That's why I didn't raise a fuss when she, more or less, asked permission - no that's not right, she more or less told us, she was planning to seduce Mark."
"Did she really?" Jill squeaks. "That's wonderful. He's been a mess since that fucking idiot cunt dumped him."
"You mean..."
Jill cut her off. "Do not say that bitch's name in my presence. No, it was not mutual. Do not ever, ever, tell Mark I told you this but he bought her a ring and asked her to marry him. Why do you think he's flat broke, despite working his ass off besides going to school?"
"Why didn't he tell me?" I wonder aloud.
"Did you ask?" Jill demands. "I finally did, not that I'm claiming to be any better a sister than you are a brother. I was thinking that today, when Mark walked in on us in the bathroom, what a shitty sister I've been to him. I was also so wrapped up in adoring you." She pointed a finger at me. "And then in trying to get my 'brawny Moor', if I may quote Mr. Nightlinger, into the sack I was a total self-centered little cunt."
"I don't like that word," my mother snaps.
"Who the fuck you calling a Moor and who the fuck is Mr. Nightlinger? Jesus Christ," Jim rants. "And I was afraid you crazy mother-fuckers would have a problem with Jill dating a black man? Jesus Christ on a jumped up pony, you people are mother-fucking whacked out of your minds."
Jill begins to giggle. Even mom smiles. My father, however, is dead serious.
"Hush, Jill. It isn't funny, not in the least. How many friends you think we'd have left if they knew what had happened here in the past, what, barely twenty-four hours, if that?" He fixed his eyes on Jim. "You need to decide if what you've seen of us 'crazy mother-fuckers' is too much to handle." He shifted his eyes to Jill, who was quiet. "And you need to decide if it is too much for Jim. Can you handle cutting us off to be with him. There's nothing in any of that worth chuckling about."
"Mr. Casey."
My ears prick up at Jim's choice of words.
"I love your daughter," he continues. I feel Jill stiffen under my arm. "I should have told her that alone first, she deserves that, but seems like we need to get that out in the open. I don't know shit about how white people behave, except where it pertains to me personally. I've knowed more than one dude fucking his sister, or daddy diddling his daughter. All them situations was ugly. I ain't witnessed nothing here, nothing between any of y'all that's ugly. Crazy? Sure but not ugly. If I can let Jill's ugly ass brother suck my crank, well, I can put up with anything."
This time I join Jill's giggles.
Jim ignores us.
"I intend to make the girl mine, I won't lie about that, but I'd never ask her to forsake her own kin. She wouldn't do it and I'd be unhappy, or if she did she'd be unhappy."
Jill swivels in his lap. I grimace for him. Women don't know what it feels like to have someone twist around while they're sitting on your dick. Jim doesn't seem to mind. Jill kisses him, a noisy smack of a kiss.
"I can't believe you've never seen '
The Cowboys
'. It's the only John Wayne movie worth seeing." She leans forward to look at our father. "Save it, daddy, you aren't gonna convince me of the merits of the great Duke. Sorry."
"Jill?" Jim asks in a soft voice.
"Huh?"
"You're a little bit of a thing but your butt is bony. You mind hopping off? My legs are going to sleep."
Even dad manages a smile at the look on Jill's face. Jim simply holds her eyes until she hops off. She holds out a hand to help him up, so I assume she's forgiven him. As they were leaving, Jill hops onto Jim's back. He wasn't expecting it and they both nearly fall. Their giggles trail away.
The three of us sit, not speaking, alone with the smell of sex and cum.
Mom starts to speak, pauses and then closes her mouth. She moves back to sit with her back against the wall at the head of the bed.
"I was going to ask why you wanted your father to do that but I realized it was a silly question," she informs me, wiggling away from the saggy edge of the bed. I move my feet to give her room. She lets her hand rest on my leg.
