The Healer -

This is the final chapter in the story of Timmy and Bri and Lara. If you've stuck with me this far, I hope the conclusion makes you as happy as the previous chapters! You would understand this part better if you read the previous chapters first.

All characters are 18 or over at the time of their sexual activity. If you enjoy this, please take time to vote and leave a comment. My goal in all my writing is for my audience to enjoy what they are reading, so if that happens to you, please let me know!

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The rest of the week seemed to go slowly. Bri and Lara still had two more days of finals before they would be done with their classes. I spent a lot of time shopping for the graduation party for the girls. They had decided that they wanted to share a party, and her parents agreed that we could have it at our house. We rented a few tables and chairs so family and other expected guests could sit and enjoy graduation cake and other snacks. On Thursday, Bri and I spent the day with Lara, using the morning for an amazing full-out sex session, and the afternoon doing more work preparing for the party.

Sunday arrived, and it was a beautiful late spring afternoon. We all worked hard in the morning to get the party area set up in the back yard. Bri had to be at school by 12:45 p.m. so she could get set up for the ceremony. I took her in my car, stopping to pick up Lara on the way. Once I dropped them off, I went back to the house just in time to leave again, this time with Mom and Dad.

The graduation ceremony was held at the high school football field. We found Lara's parents and sat with them. The stadium was packed with happy family members and friends of the graduates. The band began playing the traditional "Pomp and Circumstances" as the seniors started parading into their seating area. Since they had to sit in alphabetical order, Bri and Lara wouldn't be sitting next to each other, but we were able to find both of them as they marched in with their fellow graduates.

Looking down as Bri marched in, I thought back to the time when we thought this day would never happen. She had fought so hard for so long with a brave face and a positive attitude. No matter how brave she was, it was looking like she wasn't going to win her battle against cancer. The lowest day was the day of her 18

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birthday - which oddly enough turned out to be the start of her recovery. To see her marching with the rest of her classmates caused tears to drip down my face, and I looked to Mom and Dad to see they were in the same condition.

Both families cheered when the girls' names were called and they were handed their diplomas. The ceremony lasted a little more than an hour, and when it concluded, the graduates stood up and hollered as they threw their mortarboards into the air. The crowd stood and cheered - it was a truly remarkable day!

Lara's parents were going to bring the girls to the party, so Mom and Dad and I headed to our car. We got to the house to start bringing out the cake and other snacks. Soon the girls were there, and I was able to give both a big hug and kiss. Family members and friends of both girls started arriving, and for two hours, we celebrated the accomplishments of our girls.

Eventually the guests started leaving. Both families pitched in to get the back yard cleaned up. With a clear night forecast, we left the tables and chairs out on the back lawn, waiting to be picked up by the rental company in the morning. Once everything else had been put away, Lara and her family went home, and we went inside. Mom and I had packed our suitcases the day before, knowing that it was already going to be late by the time we arrived at my apartment.

It was awkward as we were getting ready to leave, since we all knew what was going to happen. I carried Mom's suitcase out to my car and put it into the back seat next to mine. Bri had followed me out, leaving Mom and Dad a time where they could be alone. We leaned back against my car, waiting for Mom and Dad to come out.

Bri grabbed my hand and said, "What do you think they are saying to each other?"

I sighed. "I don't know - what do you say to your wife, knowing she's going off with your son for a week of sex? I can't imagine what their conversation is right now, but I know it's filled with love for this to happen."

About ten minutes later, the front door opened and Mom and Dad came out. Bri and I started towards them as they descended the front steps. Bri went for Mom first, hugging her tightly. Dad came to me, and at that point, I had no words. Fortunately, he did.

"Take care of her, Timothy. I'm counting on you to keep her safe. Please text me when you get to your apartment."

I promised him I would. He embraced me with a hug, and eventually Mom and Bri came and joined us. It was a beautiful moment of family sharing on a very special day.

I walked Mom to the car and opened her door. Bri followed me, and once Mom was seated, Bri gave me a kiss. I walked around to my door, and as we pulled away, Dad and Bri stood in the yard waving at us. Right before they went out of sight, I saw them turn to go back inside, and Bri reached her hand out to Dad. I knew she would take care of him, reassuring him that Mom would be okay and that I would do all in my power to take care of her while she was with me.

We drove in silence for the first thirty minutes. Mom stared mostly out the side passenger window. I could tell that she was very deep in thought, but since we had such a long drive, I knew we'd have a good opportunity to talk about what we were going to do, hoping it would help her.

"Mom, are you okay?"

She turned to me with a half-smile on her face. "Yes...no...I don't really know. How do you say goodbye for a week to your husband of twenty-five years, when both of us know what's going to happen? How does one reconcile herself to the fact that she is going to sleep with a different man for the first time in longer than twenty-five years, and that the man she's going to sleep with is her son? You can't prepare thoughts for this, especially as you're leaving your husband behind to go do this with your son."

I replied, "I admit, when you look at it from that point of view, it is very crazy. Bri and I were wondering what you two were talking about as we waited on you."

"He kept telling me that this was his idea, even though I'd had the same idea before he brought it up. He told me that because of the circumstances, he knew he didn't have to be jealous or worried that I would leave him for you since you have lived with us for over twenty-one years. And then he told me one more thing, and maybe that's what I'm thinking hard about. He told me that even though I was doing this to hopefully be healed, he told me to have fun and enjoy it. He was very insistent about that. I'm afraid I'll feel guilty if I do enjoy it because that's not the purpose of it."

I could understand her point, because when Bri first asked me to make love to her, there was a little hesitation about whether it would be enjoyable since she was my sister and I knew there was a possibility that would prevent me from having any pleasure through it. Of course, I very soon found out that in my limited experiences before Bri, she was by far the best lover I'd had to that point, and the enjoyment with her was always off the chart.

"Mom, when we were kissing and hugging on Monday evening, did you enjoy that?"

She thought about it for a few seconds and then answered, "Yes, I did. Part of that was the spontaneity of not expecting that to happen right then. But I did enjoy it. Part of that enjoyment was knowing that even though I'm so much older than you, I could tell I was having a good effect on your body."

"I ground against you on purpose, Mom, so you could see that I was excited with what we are doing. I don't think it would be wrong for you to enjoy being with me. While I know our purpose is to see if we can rid your body of MS, there's no reason we have to think of this as a clinical procedure. I know from experience that sex with a family member can be tremendous. The hugs and kisses we shared already have reinforced my belief that we can have fun while we work to accomplish the main purpose."

I could feel Mom's eyes on me as I looked out at the road. "I can't promise that's going to happen, Tim. I just won't know until we get to that point. But what we did Monday did indeed get me going, and your dad enjoyed the results of you and I being that close to each other. By the way...I forgot that he told me that whatever you did to me in the kitchen, he wanted to thank you for it, because he had a very good night after I made him come with me to the bedroom."

I took my right hand off the steering wheel and reached it over to her, and she grabbed it with her left hand. As she gave me a squeeze, I said, "Bri enjoyed it also." I explained how I had shucked my shorts and underwear, and when Bri walked into the kitchen, she was greeted with the erection Mom had caused me to have.

I squeezed her hand again as I said, "If for any reason we get into this and you can't continue, I will stop on the spot, and we'll be done. I don't want to do this if you're going to be too uncomfortable or simply aren't able to process this in your mind. Our relationship will not change, no matter which way we go. I'll still love you and continue believing that you are the best mother in the world."

She lifted my hand to her lips and gave it a kiss. "You're becoming such a fine man, Timothy. Even if we don't end up doing anything together, it's going to be nice to spend a quiet week with you, celebrating the start of your internship."

Given the late hour, we went through a fast-food drive-thru window and ate as we continued the drive. With about an hour left in the trip, Mom fell asleep. I would occasionally glance over at her as I finished the drive, thinking just how beautiful she was to me. It wasn't just her face. It was her being a beautiful mom that really moved me. She had done everything she could to raise Bri and I with our dad, and now I wanted to do everything I could to help her.

It was well past one in the morning when I pulled into the apartment parking lot. I gently awakened her, and as I grabbed our suitcases out of the back seat, she grabbed her purse and a few other things she had brought, and we headed inside. We both knew it was too late to do anything that night. Instead, Mom went into the bathroom to change into pajamas while I got the suitcase sorted for the night. When she came out, she looked very cute, wearing a teal pajama set consisting of a long-sleeved button-up shirt and matching sleeping shorts.

She smiled at me and said, "If you can find me a pillow, sheet and blanket, I can go sleep on the couch."

That wasn't going to happen. "Nonsense, Mom. This bed is big enough for two - well, really, it's big enough for three, so you and I in it together isn't going to be a problem."

I normally sleep in the nude, but didn't think that would be appropriate for tonight. I grabbed a pair of shorts from my dresser and headed into the bathroom to change. When I came out, Mom was already under the covers, lying in the middle of the bed.

"I didn't know which side you wanted me to be on, so I started here. I can move in either direction so you can have your side."

As I walked over to the right side of the bed, I said, "Stay right there. You are perfect where you are."

I pulled back the blanket and crawled in next to her. She turned towards me with a smile on her face. I gently leaned in and kissed her on the lips - another soft, sweet kiss. "Mom, whatever happens, it's going to be fine. I promise!"

She rolled back to her side, sliding back to spoon against me. I put my arm on her hip, trying to make sure I didn't accidentally grab and squeeze a breast in the middle of the night. Even before I could tell her "Good night," she was already asleep, and my own sleep happened immediately after.

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The next morning, the alarm went off way too early. I was to report for work by 8:00 a.m., so to make sure I had plenty of time to get ready and get to the office, I'd set my alarm for 6:15. Even during times when I was taking classes, I'd never set the alarm to go off that early. It was going to take an adjustment to get used to it.

I made sure to move slowly and quietly as I got out of bed so that Mom wouldn't be awakened. I took a quick shower and got dressed in my work clothes I had brought into the bathroom with me. I checked myself in the mirror, and I was surprised to see a man looking back at me, and not a kid. The fancy clothes made a huge difference in how I viewed myself.

There was no breakfast food in the house, so I ran through a drive-thru to grab a breakfast sandwich. I pulled into the parking lot at Bell and Associates about fifteen minutes early. I took a deep breath, and pushed open the doors and stepped into what I hoped would be my life-long career.

I reported to the receptionist desk and gave her my name. In a couple of minutes, a man not much older than me came out, offering his hand.

"Tim, I'm Steve Cochran. You'll be working in my group. It's nice to meet you! I'm anxious to get you started. We're a bit overwhelmed on a couple of projects and your help will be most appreciated. Follow me."

I recognized the work area he led me to from our visit to the office during my freshman year. There were a series of desks surrounding a large conference table. On the side of the room, I saw a few computer drafting stations, each hooked into a large screen mounted on the wall so that several people could see a blueprint all at the same time.

Steve introduced me to the rest of the team. Altogether, there were five of us in Steve's group. We sat down at one end of the large conference table, and Steve began what I found out would be an opening meeting ahead of each day's work. Progress on projects was shared with the team, and Steve would make assignments as necessary to expedite the projects in a timely manner.

I spent the rest of the day shadowing Steve and learning more about the projects in front of his team. It was high-powered work, but at a comfortable and productive pace. I relied on much of what I had already learned in school. At the same time, there were many new things I was learning, and I realized just how important it was to pay attention to what he was telling me.

But that didn't stop me from thinking about my mom, and our upcoming evening together. I texted her on my lunch break, telling her that I was planning on taking her out to supper, like a real date. She responded back with a 'thumbs-up' emoji, which I tried not to read anything into it. I knew she had to be nervous because admittedly, I was nervous. I was sure we were sharing some of the same thoughts about what was going to happen this evening.

I walked into the apartment about 5:30 p.m. Mom was dressed down - much like she was on the trip here the day before. I wasn't planning a fancy meal. I just knew there wasn't much in the way of food in the fridge and cabinets.

"How was your first day, Tim?"

I walked over to give her a hug - a simple hug, not a hug like we shared a week ago. "It was good - I'll tell you about it while we eat. Do you have a preference where you'd like to go? I'm not looking for anywhere that we'd have to dress up, although I feel much more dressed in my work clothes than I normally do."

She smoothed out some imaginary wrinkles on the front of my shirt. "You look very handsome, and no matter where we go, I will be pleased to be seen with you."

My mom is so sweet! We drove to a popular steak house chain known for their buffet bar. We had to wait a few minutes for a seat, so I began sharing the details of my day with her while we waited. She stayed close to me, and for a few minutes, she chose to reach out for my hand to hold in hers. I could tell she was trying to work up to this, and I wanted to give her all the time she needed.

We finally got a small table for two located in a far corner of the restaurant. We had to keep our conversation on topics that didn't involve what we were going to do, since there was a couple in a booth right behind us. Once they left, we had a bit more privacy to talk about what was in front of us.

I started the conversation. "How are you feeling, Mom? I've been a little nervous all day. I kept my concentration up for work activities. But I also spent some time thinking about why you are here, wanting to make sure I could do all I can to make you as comfortable as possible."

She looked up at me as she answered, "I was thinking about it also. I also enjoyed a day of not having any responsibilities for work or around the house. I stayed in bed for a while and then came out to the couch - which by the way, isn't very comfortable! I'll tell Dad you need a new one and he'll pay for it.

"It was nice not having to move too much. It made me realize that I don't want to live knowing life is only going to get harder and more painful. With that in mind, and given your two-for-two track record of healing your girls so far, I think I'm much better with the idea of being with you, even more than I was in the car last night.

"I know enough to trust you as we do this. I believed you when you told me that there's no reason not to enjoy this. And my mind keeps going back to last week in the kitchen with each other, and how extremely...damn it, I can't not say it! I was so horny after kissing and hugging you that your dad had no chance to keep up with me.

"I can't believe I just admitted to my son that he made me horny! It seems so inappropriate, and yet I can't deny it. So given all of those things running through my mind today while I waited on you to get home, I'm pretty sure we are going to do the last thing I ever thought I'd do in my entire life!"

I put my hands out in front of me on the table, and she lifted her hands to put them in mine. I chuckled and said, "If it makes you feel any better, Bri and Lara think that I'm pretty good at this!"

It was her turn to laugh. "Okay, that's the second thing I never thought I'd hear in my life! So I guess since you're dropping "ick" bombs on me, I can do the same. Dad is the 4

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guy I've slept with in my life, but he's the only one that has given me orgasms when we have sex. The other three had no clue how to please a woman."

It was a true "ick" moment, but then it made me happy, because I hoped it meant that they had a good sex life. Given the info she shared with me about taking Dad to the bedroom last week, I felt certain that it was good.

Right after that fun moment, the booth behind us was filled again, and we had to curtail the sexy talk. In fact, we didn't really talk at all after they sat down. Instead, we'd simply look at each other between bites and smile, and once or twice, her foot might have brushed up against my leg. Mom was trying, and I felt she was going to be fine.

We finished our meal, and as we walked to the car, Mom put her arm through mine and leaned her head over on my shoulder. It might have looked innocent to some who might have been watching, but to me, it was Mom getting more reconciled with the fact that she was about to make love to her son. It was the first time since our fun last Monday that what Mom was doing to me was getting me aroused. As we reached my car, I walked her over to her door. Before I opened it, I turned her to face me. I took her hand and moved it to my crotch, where my erection was standing proud and tall.

Mom gasped as she touched it. She gently wrapped her fingers around it through the cloth of my pants and underwear. "Tim, what's going on?"

I kissed the top of her head discreetly and replied, "It's you, Mom. Just walking through the parking lot with your arm in mine and your head on my shoulder caused this. The thought of being with you sexually is growing, and as you can feel, so is my...what do you call it, Mom?"