Part 2. Probably littered with errors, but, as for the first part, I wanted to get the story up. So, here it is pretty much as it fell out. Another to follow if you like it. GA.
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Dejected and confused, Daniel lay on his bed as the sounds of revelry wafted in through the open window from the neighbouring villa. His stomach lurched in despair whenever he called to mind the events of the afternoon. What he'd done ... With his sister ...
The young man, covered only by a thin, cotton sheet envied the carefree, happy laughter that erupted periodically and punctuated his misery. The buzz of voices raised in happy inebriation told their own story -- cheerful holiday-makers having fun around a pool barbecue.
Was Alex down at that poolside party too? Wasn't the girl bothered by what they'd done together? And what about their parents? What if they found out about the illicit visit to the basement flat at the bottom of the villa? What if they knew about the things his sister had done to him?
Daniel groaned and rolled onto his side, his knees up to his chest as he curled into a foetal position.
His eyes flew open and his body tensed and the sound of the voice: "Daniel? Are you OK?" A tentative knock at the door preceded his mother's face as she peered into the room. Seeing her son was awake, Helen Bingham entered. "Alex said you weren't feeling too well. I thought I'd come and check." The woman, dressed in pale safari shorts and a sleeveless vest sat on the edge of her son's bed. Daniel rolled onto his opposite side and slid back to give his mother room. "Everyone's at the party," Helen continued and indicated the open window. "It's going pretty well."
Daniel grunted and nodded.
"You're not really ill are you?" Helen stroked her son's hair. "I think I know what's bothering you."
Daniel felt a pulse of shocked disbelief surge through his body. A burst of adrenalin caused his heart to thump; his breathing quickened. If he wasn't stuck here in Portugal he'd be off and away now. His mother knew what they'd done ...
"Mum ..." he blurted.
"You're disgusted with me; I know that's what it is. You found the ... You found the photos and you think I'm dirty."
She knows about me being in the apartment, Daniel thought. But what about me and Alex? "I shouldn't have gone in there, Mum. I'm sorry."
The sound of glass breaking followed by a loud chorus of cheering and laughter told that the party was in full swing next door. Still in his bed, Daniel blinked up at his mother and hauled himself to a sitting position.
"Do you think I'm a wicked woman, Danny?" Helen asked and looked into her son's eyes. "It must've been a terrible shock to see me ... like that."
"Well, yeah, it was a real surprise, but," Daniel shrugged, "I suppose it's yours and Dad's business. I was shocked to be sure, but I was more worried about being found out than what I saw."
Helen's face relaxed with the relief. "I'm pleased about that, darling," she murmured. "I mean you really had no right to go snooping, but I'm glad you're OK with what your father and I do. We've always been the same. It isn't as though we're unfaithful or anything. It's all consensual." Helen's eyebrows arched as she went on. "At least you can see that from the pictures."
With no mention of any illicit going-on between his sister and himself, Daniel calmed slightly. He smiled. "It's still a bit weird though, Mum. I mean I haven't taken it all in yet. I'm kind of uncomfortable talking about it with you. I mean Dad and Aunt Susie too ..."
"And you saw the ones of him and Susan, eh? Is that so very bad, Danny? I suppose it is a bit strange, but she's always been part of it." Helen shrugged. "Well, you know; you saw it; I don't have to spell it out."
What about Dad though? Is he mad at me and Alex?"
Helen smirked. If only you knew my baby boy, she thought. "He's OK," she said out loud. "Probably embarrassed, but he'll be OK. It's our own silly fault for having the albums anyway, but we thought that if we kept them private -- locked away here in Portugal ... Well, we hoped you'd never find out." Helen regarded her son with a serious expression.
Daniel flushed with shame at sneaking into the flat with his sister and snooping through what was after all private property. That it was his parents' dirty secret didn't absolve him of any crime.
"I'm really sorry, Mum," he mumbled, his eyes downcast.
"We'll get over it," Helen replied. "Now give me a hug. You're not too big to give your mum a cuddle are you?"
Daniel moved into his mother's outstretched arms. They stayed like that for several long moments. The young man squeezed his mother gently and then dimly realised that her hands were stroking his bare back. The feeling was deeply sensual and Daniel was appalled when his penis jerked under the cover. Confused, he pulled away from Helen's embrace. As he did so the thin sheet pulled back.
Daniel had no way of knowing his mother had contrived the revelation, all he saw was his penis, half-erect, lying thick and exposed against his belly.
"Oh my," Helen gasped as Daniel scrabbled to regain his modesty. "You take after your father in more ways than hair colour."
"Shit!" stammered Daniel. His knuckles were white as he gripped the sheet around his midriff. "I ... It ..."
"Darling, don't worry," Helen laughed. "I'll tell you what; I'll go down and get us a couple of drinks. Then I'll tell you the history."
"Ah, Mum, I don't know. I'm OK with it all really. I'll figure it out in my head and I'll be fine." Daniel was desperate to have his mother gone. He needed time to think, to get over his embarrassment.
"I'll be back in a moment," Helen said as she stood up. She'd ignored her son's words completely.
"Well?" her husband, who wasn't next door at all, asked while Helen mixed a strong drink for herself.
"Remarkably lucid given the shocks of today." Helen glanced at her daughter who sat by her father's side. "You're a very bad girl," she grinned.
"I do try, Mother," Alexandra smirked.
"I think I'll have him tonight," Helen continued. "He's fairly reconciled to discovering his mother's an absolute slut, and the fact that his father and aunt have been fucking for years, but I'm going to make a move soon -- Before he can make total sense of it all."
"We'll find something to amuse ourselves with, won't we Alex?" Helen's husband turned to their daughter.
"Oh yeah," the girl nodded.
Helen carried her glass and a bottle of lager into Daniel's room. The young man stared at her from his bed. He'd been feverishly analysing everything that had happened to him in the last few hours. Was it only eight hours ago that his life had been normal? Since then he'd seen pictures to make his hair curl; he'd allowed his sister to suck his cock -- and he'd come all over her face; and now he'd gotten a semi on when his mother hugged him. Again, he considered up and running, but the moment passed. Too late, Helen was back.
"Here we are, darling," she trilled. "No sign of your dad or sister. They must be having a good time at the Waring's." Daniel nodded dumbly. The party next door was going strong. "Cheers," Helen said and raised her glass in salute. "Now, the beginning," she continued after taking a modest sip.
Helen positioned herself on the bed; Daniel under the cover, she atop. "In our university days, that's where I met your father as you know, there were a group of us who used to meet on certain evening. We called it chess club, but in reality it was an orgy."
"Jesus, Mum," Daniel spluttered. "Really, you don't have to do this ..."
"I think it's best if I give you the story, Danny. Then you can decide for yourself. We've had this secret for too long."
Daniel swigged at the bottle. Fuck it, he thought. He gave up resisting.
"At first it was just fun. We were young and free from the restrictions of home. Although we part of the chess club your dad and I had a closer connection than just sex. I took him home and introduced him to the family. Susan fancied him and I told her to have a go. She did -- And they still do to this day.
"Anyway, we decided eventually that we were in love and wanted to get married but the sex part of our relationship was just too much fun to curtail ... so we carried on as we'd started. To us it was normal; I can see that to outsiders it would be viewed as shocking and depraved, but that wasn't our problem. We're discreet, most of our activities are here, but I go next door at home to see Robert every now and again."
"I know. I saw that album first," Daniel croaked. "You looked so young. You were wearing your gardening hat."
Helen laughed. "It was the hat that got us talking. I was gardening one summer afternoon years ago, Robert complimented me in it. He'd remarked about keeping the sun off such a delicate English rose or some such nonsense. I insisted on wearing it for one of our trysts." Helen grinned slyly, "And what do you mean 'looked so young', am I an old dog now?"
Daniel blushed at the faux pas. "I didn't mean ... You're beautiful, Mum ... I just ..."
"I'm only teasing you, darling." Helen used her free hand to stroke Daniel's cheek. She twisted on the bed, drained her glass, and looked into her son's eyes. "Perhaps I shouldn't tease you? You've had a confusing day." She placed her empty glass on the bedside cabinet. "Do you really think I'm beautiful though?" she asked.
Daniel sensed a shift in the atmosphere in the bedroom. The sounds of raucous enjoyment still spilled in through the open window, but he noticed a definite swing towards seriousness in his mother's demeanour.
He blinked at the question. "Uh ..." he began. "Well, yeah, you're beautiful, Mum."
"Do you mean pretty, or is there something more, Danny? Something deeper?"
An image of his mother in her hat and with the neighbour's thick cock stretching her lips sprang to mind. Daniel, shocked by the audacity of his own imagination, blushed.
"I've never thought about it before, Mum. It isn't something people do. I mean, you're my mum ..."
"Am I as beautiful as your sister?"
The question, delivered in a quiet, silken voice, caught Daniel off guard.
