The Rescue

You know the drill. Consenting adults, etc.

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"Let's head up to Maine this weekend."

That was my mom asking if I wanted to cancel my plans, uproot my life, and cram myself into our sub mini compact car that's barely larger than a pack of bubble gum, and drive for 10 hours across the country to pick up my twin sister. The thing is we hadn't even spoken to her for 3 years since her boyfriend at the time wisked her away in the middle of the night and forced her to cut all ties with us. We only recently found out that she was in Maine through a friend of a friend of a... Well, you get the idea. We had also just discovered that he had recently tossed her out on her ear without anything but the clothes on her back, and she was at a homeless shelter.

"Are you kidding? Race you to the car!" I shouted as I vaulted over the back of the couch towards the door.

"Hold on just a hot minute! I know how important this trip is for all three of us, but it's a long drive, and I'm not going to be the only one preparing food and such for the trip, or I'll be the only one not starving when we get there."

That's my mom for you. Always thinking ahead. "Oh, right. PBJs good?"

"She is going to be hungry as well since the shelter can only afford to provide the bare minimum. Pull the roast slices out of the freezer from last weekend and make some RLTs (roast, lettuce, and tomato). I'm going to go to our rooms and grab some clothes for all of us and toiletries. Pack a few sodas and sport drinks as well."

We spent a about 10 minutes getting things together as fast as we could and we were on the road. With my car in the shop, my mom's eco-friendly tic-tac dispenser would have to hold us and our items for now. The seats up front were rather comfortable, but there were no back seats, only a micro deck for minimal cargo. That was taken up by our cooler containing our food and drinks, and a suitcase with 2 changes of clothes each for all 3 of us, just in case.

The trip North was uneventful. We mostly kept busy by listening to local radio stations until we got out of their range, then finding another. When the songs got boring, or we were between stations along the long country roads, we would reminisce about my sister and discuss the battle plan to get her home. It had occurred to us about halfway there that we only had 2 seats for 3 people. Thus far we had been switching driving responsibly about every 2 hours when we would stop stretch our legs. As we rolled into the tiny backwater town he had squirreled her away in, we still didn't have a solution to the transportation issue.

That would quickly be forgotten as we pulled up to the shelter. That scum bag was there. He had come looking for her to take her back because her replacement mysteriously ended up in the hospital in a coma and he wanted someone more durable for the night. He was trying to haul her to his car as the volunteers with the shelter pleaded with him to stop. I thought I registered one on the phone, presumably with the police, before my seat belt was off and I was out of the car before it stopped rolling.

That's the last thing I remember before the red haze faded. I was cuffed in the back of a cop car. My jaw hurt and I had trouble flexing the fingers on my right hand. I looked around to see paramedics loading a stretcher containing a long black bag on it into the ambulance. My gut clenched and my wails of despair caught in my throat. I had been too late, or not strong enough. My sister was dead. I started fighting my cuffs and looking around for my mom. I had to be with her. Then I spotted her. Tears cascading down her face as she tightly embraced my very much alive sister. My heart leapt and my cries finally escaped the confines of my throat as I shouted my sisters name.

She heard me and ran as fast as she could to the car I was being detained in, but was intercepted by the officer guarding me. Why won't they let her through? I couldn't understand. Finally, the Sergeant in charge came over and gathered us around to explain what's happening.

I was able to piece together what happened up to this point. Upon seeing my sister getting assaulted, I had gone into what's known as a berserker rage. According to the witness reports, he had seen me coming and had thrown her aside to deal with me. His right hook connected with my jaw at the same time my hands clinched around his throat and we both hit the ground with me on top. He was not able to throw another punch, and never would again. He got knocked out on impact, and I started punching him so hard that, according to a witty comment from the medics, "Good luck even getting an ID through dental." The first officer on scene had to tazer me to get me off of him, and had cuffed me for my own protection, and so he could get everyones statements before pressing any formal charges.

Through a combination of my sister's statement, those of the witnesses, and a quick visit to the shelter's security room to view camera foorage, it was determined that it was defense of a loved one for me, and discovered that he was actually on the FBIs most wanted list as a predator and was wanted in connection with over 200 sexual assault cases spanning nearly all 50 states and women of all ages, and I do mean all. After removing the cuffs and giving me a pat on the back and a hand shake, the officer thanked me for ridding the world of that filth.

"I was just saving my sister. My only regret is that I knocked him out before he could feel the beating I gave him."

The medics gave me a once over and we were released from the scene. We made sure we were good to return home, but the officer expressed concerns about our seating.

It was at that point as I looked at our car, mom, and sister, that I noticed 2 things. First, my sister had been glued to my side since I was removed from the officer's car, and the struggle with her late ex had torn her shirt. From my view, I could cleary see her left nipple pressed against my side. A not so brotherly boner began to grow, but I was distracted by having to promise that once we could find a motel for the night and we would figure something out in the morning. The officer didn't like that, so he gave my sister and I a ride to a decent motel near the edge of town heading back the way we came.

Once we left the scene we started realizing just how much our lives had changed in a very short time. My sister was free from her prison, mom almost lost both her children, and I was a remorseless killer. The adrenaline hit started to wear off and my sister and I both started shaking uncontrollably. She held me tighter and kept saying "Thank you" through chattering teeth.

When we got to the motel we discovered that unfortunately, all they had left was a single room with a twin bed all the way in back. Mom helped us into the room and told us to take turns showering while she grabbed the clothes and food from the car.

As soon as she was out the door, I gestured to the bathroom and said "Ladies first." That wasn't happening.

"Don't let go. Don't make me let go." My sister pleaded. That piece of work had really done a number on her.

"We both need to get cleaned up. Here, lets both go in there and I'll sit outside the shower while you clean up. I won't leave your side." Flashbacks of her nipple came back at the thought of her being naked in the shower with only a curtain between us. My cock started to get stiff again, but I tried to ignore it.

"We can try." She smiled weakly. We headed into the bathroom and quickly found an issue with our plan. The room was super tiny and, other than the toilet, had nowhere to sit. Not only that, but it was facing the stand up shower stall and it's clear curtain.

"During my time with him, I was abused, used, and passed around so much that it became abnormal for me to actually have any clothes on, and even lonely to take a shower without someone else. I would like some company, if you don't mind. Besides, you were staring at my tit the whole way here. I think we can dispense with the charades." she said as she separated from me long enough to pull her ripped shirt off and strip out of her shorts. She wasn't even wearing panties. She helped me out of my clothes and pulled me into the shower as she turned the water on.

The frigid water interrupted the comforting embrace she was going for again and we were forced into a strategic retreat while we waited for warm water. It was at that point that mom knocked on the door and told us she had our spare clothes ready as she opened the door.

She stopped in her tracks as she surveyed the scene before her. Her young children dripping water on the floor, both nude. As she took in the scene, she noticed her daughter's breasts, so much like hers used to look, had very stiff nipples pointing at her brother. As she continued down, she noticed how fit her son really was, and then his inflating cock. It was not fully erect yet, but it was long and getting thicker by the second. She felt her pussy moisten, her nipples harden, and her face flush. She mumbled something about clothes and protection, and closed the door, retreating to the bed to process what had she just seen.

"Did she just tell us to use protection? What did she think was going on here?" I was trying not to laugh at my mom's embarrassment while also trying to distract myself from getting any harder. I had to keep reminding myself that this was for her mental health, not sexual pleasure. That lie didn't last very long.

"Well, this might have been partly responsible." She said as she firmly gripped my penis and pulled me into the now warm shower.

"We also don't need to worry about protection. That bastard had me surgically sterilized to avoid 'unnecessary baggage' in our lives. Let's focus on the here and now and celebrate our freedom by washing our hands of this day. Literally. Yours are still covered in his blood."

She continued to slowly stroke my cock while I cleaned my hands, arms, and face. Then she took the soap and started with my shoulders and chest, followed by turning me around to do my back. After it was her turn to be washed, I started from the top and worked down. With my finger deep in her hair giving her a scalp massage, she let out a long butterfly moan of pleasure and laid her forehead against my chest. The moans didn't stop as I released years of stress from her neck, shoulders, and back. She turned around before I got any lower, much to my dismay. She simply looked at her own chest and back up at me and winked. I could take a hint. I began soaking up her amazing breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. After a few minutes, I continued down her abdomen until I arrived at her sacred tunnel. I paused, not sure if she wanted to do that part herself. She took my hands in her and turned sideways. She placed one hand directly on her mound, and the other on her ass. The gently pushed one of my finger into her slit until it was resting on her clit. She gasped in pleasure upon contact.

"You saved me from more than you can ever imagine. Take my body to use as you wish as your reward. It funny. I just got ownership of it back. Im allowed to be independent and do what i want with life, and here I am. Giving it away to my brother." She said with a huge smile as returned to stroking my cock and I proceeded to caress her body as she leaned forward to gently kiss my lips.

Soap forgotten, we began cleansing guilt, trauma, and bad memories through purely physical and hormonal means.

Our mom laid on the bed for the next half hour listening to her children have sex in the shower while fingering herself to several climaxes.

When we finally wore ourselves out enough to sleep, it was 2am. We washed and dried and slipped out of the bathroom as quietly as we could so we wouldn't wake up mom. We slid into bed with me in the middle and my sister on my left, both of us still nude, our clean clothes being taken back into the bedroom in my moms haste. My sister rolled over and hugged me tight with her tits pressing against my ribs, and her pussy on my thigh. As I was almost asleep, i felt mom get up to use the restroom and I saw by the moon light that she was also naked. When she came back, she cuddled up to me as well.

That is how I fell asleep with 4 nipples rubbing my ribs and 2 moist vaginas lovingly pressed against me.

You know those times when your dream seams so real that you're sure you're awake, until you wake up? Who knew having your mom and sister share your cock and balls would by such a good feeling to wake up to?

They had apparently both roused early and had discussed several aspects of our situation and came up with a solution. My sister had never thought of me sexually before seeing me trigger protection mode so effectively yesterday, but my mom, watching as I grew from a boy into a man, had been suppressing such feelings for awhile. Not only that, but not having a relationship since the one night stand that resulted in us so that she could give us as much of her time and love as possible had kept her in a perpetual and ever increasing state of horniness. It was decided amongst them that once we returned home, our family would become a nudist free-use family. No clothes except when away from the house, and sex with whoever was available whenever the mood strikes. I had no problems with that.

As far as how we were getting home, we rented a moving van with a tow dolly for our car and picked up an air mattress at a local retail store. We all 3 took turns driving for one hour while the other 2 battle tested the mattress. Repeatedly.

At one point, while I was driving, mom tapped out saying she needed to rest. My sister came up front with me and reached over to engage the cruise control while telling me to keep my eyes on the road. She then pulled my leg to the side so she could get full access to my cock. I've heard of "The Mile High Club", but I don't think there is a "Getting deep throated while going 75 down the interstate club." If there was, I'd just joined it.

Fast forward 2 years and I am now the proud father of 2 baby girls. It turns out that the surgery my sister had wasn't a total removal, but just a tube block that happened to come undone on its own, and my mom, thinking she was post menopausal, had at least one live one in the chamber.

For those that don't know, changing diapers on 2 infants born 3 weeks apart while their mothers enjoy recovery time is not the funnest task, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm getting frequent oral while their pelvic regions are out of commission (not even anal, which they both enjoy frequently), and all the fresh milk I can drink, once the babies are fed. Life is good.