Author's Note:
I know it's been a while since I last published anything and apologize to my readers for that. Time constraints made it difficult to write much of anything and still remain in place. As a result, the publishing of each chapter will take longer than with previous stories. I get a little writing done each day, but sometimes it's little more than a paragraph.
I would like to present to you, my dear readers, a story that will take place from multiple perspectives. There will be no rehashing of any previous chapters as the story moves along. Each chapter will take you a little further into a new incestuous world. There's also a story within the story that will appear at the end of some of the chapters, which I have never done before and always seek to challenge myself with every new story I write.
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Chapter 1 - Tara
It's hard to believe that my Caoimhe is really turning eighteen today and I wonder how she went from child to woman so quickly before my eyes. One moment she's talking about boys to her friends as if they are the biggest mystery in life and the next she's talking about dating them. Where did the time go? I know all mothers ask themselves the same question about their own children and I never really understood it until this moment.
It's strange to not have her here on this day, since all of her other birthdays have been spent in this house, most with her nephews celebrating with her. Connor and Sean, the twins that have grown up in this house with her are more like brothers than anything else. It's fitting considering my husband, Dillon, is their father and we have worked very hard to prevent any of the kids from finding out the truth about us.
It isn't just the boys that have lived with us, but my sister as well. Kayleigh has been a lot of help and not just with raising Caoimhe. She turned what was a dreary sex life into something far more exciting than I ever thought possible before it happened. I know I'm not supposed to be happy that my sister shares my bed with my husband, but I am and happiness hardly expresses what we have. They have never been a secret from me and I even think it was partly my idea to involve her all those years ago. Regardless of how it started, she still shares our bed as often as time allows.
The kids have been kept in the dark about everything and she sleeps in her own room when the kids are here. Whenever she has been pressed by the boys about their father, she always gives them traits of Dillon. She never goes into enough detail to give any indication it's him, but has come close on a few occasions. As far as anyone knows, he's an old friend of Dillon's and had to leave the country. I wish we could tell them everything, but we all agreed to wait until they turned eighteen before finding out. As tempted as we are at times, we have kept to that agreement for the sake of the kids.
Some of Caoimhe's friends are throwing her a party and she actually allowed the boys to go along with her. It went far too easily for them to convince her, which means a couple of her friends must be interested in them. Otherwise, she would have held her ground and they'd be here right now. This is a good thing and not just for the time it gives us to ourselves, but it also gets them out of the house for a change. They spend far too much time looking at their computer screens and not enough looking out the window.
Since we have a few hours to kill in a house free of children, we follow my husband towards our bedroom. Our clothes are clumsily removed in the process, but cannot afford to leave a trail behind us. This is all part of being cautious about what we do in bed out of necessity for them, since they should have as normal a childhood as possible. One will know soon enough, my daughter, but the twins will have to wait for just a little longer.
My green eyes are locked on Dillon's toned, pale cheeks as he walks ahead of us and I know his manhood is fully erect. I can feel her flesh touch mine as we both follow his lead and her nipples are every bit as hard as mine. I can hear her breathing and know she's every bit as excited by this moment as I am.
It's been a while since we've had this kind of time during the day and I'm glad we can forgo the need to wait until they're asleep before she can join us. Dillon turns to the side to allow us to pass and my eyes are drawn to his seven wonderful inches and perfect girth. He's an amazing lover and has hardly slowed a bit; if anything, he has improved with age.
I turn sideways as I pass and my hand caresses his hard shaft, which is met by my sister's hand. He lets out a soft sigh from our tender touch. The contact is brief as we continue to our bed and Dillon closes the door behind us. We can't take any chances that the kids will be back early, so he locks the door and our clothes fall to the floor.
There may be a few hours, but it isn't really the time we have. We can't just walk out of the bedroom and greet them at the door right after having our fun. Our normal foreplay will have to wait for another day, since getting cleaned up after does takes time.
I've heard the horror stories from my girlfriends about their husbands and I'm quite happy that I never had to deal with anything along those lines. Even in that time leading up to her joining us, it was never that bad, at least I don't remember it being that way. It may have grown a little stale, but at least he took his time with my body. Being blessed with his size doesn't mean a damn thing if he doesn't know how to use it and there's no shortage of guys that can't seem to figure out something so simple.
I take my sister's narrow hands in mine and guide her to our bed as she breathes out heavily from her growing desire. Her small breasts hardly stand out under the best of circumstances, but her dark nipples more than make up for it. They stand out wonderfully against her pale flesh and I slowly run them between my fingers. She lets out a soft sigh from my touch and they harden a little more for me.
Kayleigh lays her head down on the soft pillow and spreads her legs slowly for him. Her tightly trimmed bush has the appearance of a red carpet as I move my fingers down her body, across the stretch marks that the twins left behind and trace the edges of the diamond. There's a pleasant scent that rises up from her as my fingers brush her hard clit. Moisture is pressing out of her still hidden hole and it will soon be dripping.
My knees cross her body as I lower my own dripping hole slowly down to her mouth and love the way her breath feels on my tender lips. Her tongue is starting to trace the outline and I'm tempted to look across my shaved area to her hard nipples pressing up at me, but my husband is ready to enter and that is far more fun to watch.
My hands move to her slender legs and slowly down the back as she pulls her knees towards my face. Her hot flesh feels wonderful against mine as I hold them for her, since I want to feel her hands on my cheeks. Dillon's fingers softly spread her lips to reveal her hole to me in its entirety and she sighs in eager anticipation of what will soon follow.
I'm bending over to get a better view for both of us as her hands start to caress my cheeks. His fingers spread her open a little more and I can see inside of her wet hole a little better now, which offers a new scent for me to enjoy. She lets out a soft moan as he slowly makes entry and I love watching every inch of him slowly press into the depths of her pink hole.
