The next morning, I slept in a bit. Getting up an hour later than normal, I was eating breakfast when someone began banging on my door. Of course I was irritated, since it was still early and I was eating.
I answered the door and there was my sister. "Lynn! What are you doing here!?" I said surprised.
Lynn shot back angrily, "Why didn't you call!?"
"Call?" I said puzzled.
"Yes! Call! I left a message last night!"
"It was late and I was tired."
"I bet you were! We gotta talk!" She said as she pushed past me.
Lynn is my size. She weighs a little less, but still, she's my size. She stormed in and sat on the couch. I walked past her saying, "I'm finishing breakfast."
"Humph!" I heard, followed by heavy footsteps behind me. Lynn sat across from me and stared as I started eating. Something had obviously upset her and I couldn't think of anything I had done. Just as I finished eating, Lynn said, "I want to know what's going on."
"Going on? I don't know what you mean."
"I was at Mom and Dads last night, and the door was bolted."
"So. Maybe they were gone."
"They weren't gone! The house was lit up and your car was there."
The only thing I could think of to say, was, "Did you knock?"
"Of course I knocked!" Lynn said sarcastically.
'Oh Shit! We were caught!' Ran through my mind and I just sat there.
"When no one answered, I went around back. The light was on in their bedroom and I saw something. Something that wasn't right."
"Oh! Like what?"
"There were three shadows on the shade." Lynn studied my face before she continued. "It didn't look right."
"I don't understand. How could shadows not look right?"
"It was ... their positions."
"Positions?" I said questioningly.
"Yes their positions. One looked to be kneeling or something. One was standing. And one was bent over. It looked like they were." Lynn stopped and looked down.
"Were what?" I asked softly.
Lynn looked up and reached across to take my hands. Then said, "Fucking. It looked like they were fucking." Lynn studied my face again. "Tell me Stephen. Were you having sex with Mom and Dad, last night?"
I didn't want to answer. Lynn was upset, kinda. But her voice and the look on her face said she was accepting the idea. I couldn't think of anything other than, "Yes," to say.
Lynn didn't say anything. She softly smiled, pulled me to my feet and led me back to the livingroom. We sat on the couch and she wouldn't let go of my hands. Neither of us spoke for what seemed like eternity, then she softly asked, "How long ... um, how long has this been going on?" I didn't answer and she asked again. "How long have you been having sex with Mom?"
I swallowed and said, "That's hard to answer."
"No it isn't, Stephen! How long have you and Mom been having sex?"
"Really Sis! It's hard to answer. Because, it hasn't always happened, yet it has always happened."
"You're talking in riddles, and that is beginning to fucking iritate me. Will you please, just tell me what is going on and for how long!?"
"Well shit, I might as well tell you everything. It all started when I was ."
"!" Lynn exclaimed. "You've been fucking Mom since you were?!"
"Will you shut-up and let me talk? I told you it was hard to answer."
"OK, OK. I'm sorry. Go ahead."
"Well, when I was , I had these dreams. What I thought were dreams anyway. Until one night, I managed to wake up. It wasn't a dream after all. Mom was sitting on my bed, naked, and sucking me off."
"Wow." Lynn whispered.
"I pretended to be asleep and let it happen. After that, I concentrated on waking up and confronting Mom if it happened again."
"It happened again, and that's when you started having sex with Mom, isn't it?"
"Will you please let me tell it?!"
"I'm sorry. Go on."
"A few nights later, it happened again. I grabbed Mom and wouldn't let her go. Things just happened and we ended up fucking." I paused a minute as Lynn studied my face. "That was it. Nothing happened again. That is nothing except my occasional dreams over he years. And, I'm going to be honest. I continually fantasized about fucking Mom."
Lynn smiled and squeezed my hands. "Go on."
"Well, I wrote something and a friend helped me get it posted online, recently. When you guys didn't show for last months BBQ, Mom approached me. I found out Mom reads incest stories and had read mine. After reading it, she told Dad everything. They agreed that if I was willing, we could renew the affair. I wanted to since I was sixteen, so things just happened. Now do you see? Mom and I have been doing it for a long time. But, we have only just started."
"But, it was all of you in the bedroom."
"That. Well. That was just something Mom and I did for Dad. It's not what normally happens."
We were both silent for a couple of minutes, with Lynn looking down.
"Are you going to condemn us and cause trouble? Cause, if you are, you need to think about what you've been doing."
Lynn looked up, wide eyed and put a hand on my leg and said, "Oh No. No, nothing like that. And what do you mean, 'What I've done?'"
"But, I thought you were mad about what you saw. And, well, Mom told us about you sucking Dad off last night."
"Did she now. I guess I'll have to tell you some things. But first, I'm not mad, mad. I'm, jealous mad."
"Jealous mad?"
"Yeah. Jealous because I'm not included."
"Jesus, how much more's gonna happen?"
"More! What are you talking about?"
"Shit Sis, all my life, I thought I was the lone pervert with my thoughts about Mom. Now I have a family full of perverts."
Lynn began rubbing my leg as she spoke. "We're not perverts, Stephen. We're all in agreement and no one is being hurt."
"Yeah, well I've been hit with an awful lot lately."
"Um, well, dear brother, you're going to get hit with a little more. I'm going to tell you about my past. Can you handle it?"
"Yeah, Sure. Go ahead."
"It all began with my girlfriends. We started exploring sexuality with each other. Before you ask, yes we ate each others pussy." We were both smiling at one another. "My friend Carrie, I know you remember her and her huge tits."
Again, we were both smiling, and I said, "Oh yeah, how could anyone forget those monsters."
"Men and their tit fixation!"
"You brought it up."
"OK. Forget it, I'll go on. Anyway, Carrie came up with this illustrated book on oral sex. After we'd all read the book. Carrie got her brother to let us all try cock sucking."
"Let me guess. You were a natural."
"Don't be a smartass! No! But, I really did like it. That night we all took turns sucking Paul's cock. It just so happened that I was sucking on him when he came. At first I choked and spit. But, as the taste stayed in my mouth, I found I liked it. Well, I guess, I started dwelling on it and wanted more. I managed to suck Paul off a couple more times. I wondered if all men's cum tasted the same and decided to find out. It really didn't take much to get old man Wynn, who lived behind us, to let me suck him off."
"Yeah. Mom told us about catching you."
"I'll get to that. He didn't taste the same. But, I decided that I liked it and was going to get all the cum I could."
"Shit Lynn! You're making yourself sound like a cumslut!"
"In a way I am Stephen. I have strong orgasms just sucking a man off. I need to move on so you'll understand it, OK?"
"OK."
"Mom had several long talks with me and one night she let me in on a secret. That secret was how hard the men in our family sleep. She came and got me one night and took me to her bedroom. She showed me that Daddy could be sucked off and never wake up. Then she let me do it and she told me that whenever I had the desire, to let her know, and I could do Daddy. I had done Daddy several times and one night I decided to try slipping in to do you. Mom caught me and punished me severely with a paddle. She paddled me so hard, I could barely sit down the next day. Mom made it perfectly clear that the arrangement of me doing Daddy was it. You were off limits, period. Now I know why. Mom was doing you. I decided that if I couldn't have you, and I really wanted you, I'd suck off any boy I could."
"That really bothered me Sis. I remember thinking. If you were doing it to me instead of all those others, your reputation wouldn't have been ruined. I even got in a couple of fights over it."
"I know, Stephen." Lynn said sorrowfully. "I'm really sorry about that. And I stopped doing it so much when I found out you fought about it. I felt, you loved me. And I didn't want to hurt you anymore."
"Then why did you do what you did when you were married to Evan? Didn't you love him?"