Author's Note: Be warned that if you're looking for a steamy sex story, this is not it. This part is more about setting the stage for it, you understand. You'll have to wait for chapter three before my little family starts hopping into bed with each other, but I'll eventually get mom, dad, and both daughters involved in the incest.
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The Taylor sisters had risen late this Saturday morning of course, but with no school to attend or appointments to keep that was perfectly acceptable.
After the bizarre events that had taken place the day before, the two teenagers had made plans to spend this day together in the hopes of getting things back to normal between them. To that end, they were going to visit the shopping mall and see what there was to do there when you don't have a whole lot of cash.
If this day was supposed to be all about proving what a normal pair of siblings these girls really were though, it had not gotten off to a very promising start.
Both Kristen and Ruth had carefully prepared for this day as if they were going out on the most important date of their young lives. They had bathed themselves and styled their hair, applied some make-up and dabbed on a little perfume. Only when it came to dress did the girls manage to hold back, resisting the temptation to dress up in favor of keeping to casual slacks, T-shirts, jackets, and sneakers.
The young women were so preoccupied with getting ready and convincing themselves that this was not actually a date that neither of them noticed that they were being keenly watched. While their dad paid little attention to them, still all but hidden behind his morning newspaper, their mom could not keep her eyes off them. Whenever one or the other of her little girls happened to pass by, her eyes would track them like the head of a sunflower follows the sun.
Once all had been prepared, the two girls borrowed their mother's little two door coupe and took off for the mall, leaving behind them an obsessing mother and an oblivious father.
Ann Taylor followed her daughter's as far as the door to the garage and watched in silence from the window as they sped off together.
Given the scene she had stumbled onto that morning, it was probably natural that she would be a little worried about what might be happening between those two girls, but the way she'd responded to her discovery proved that she just wasn't thinking like a concerned parent should.
She could not help but recall the vision of what had been in Ruth's bed this morning - the image had been playing and replaying vividly before her mind's eye all day now. The fact that both girls were still dressed in their nightshirts suggested that things might not have progressed very far yet between them, but the intimacy of their pose was unmistakable and unforgettable. What was going on between those two?! Was it really possible that they might have violated the ancient taboo against incest?
Meanwhile, why wasn't she at least a little upset over the notion they maybe they had? She was their mother! She had given birth to both of those girls and it was her responsibility to see that they were raised to be decent and upstanding citizens of the human community! What did it say about her that she was instead drooling over fantasies of the two of them making love to each other and feeling a little faint over the idea of somehow getting her girls to let her join in the perverse fun?
Ann had been making her way back to the living room and her husband when that last thought made her freeze in her tracks.
Join in? A threesome with her two daughters? Lesbian incest? Oh, my . . .
Without even thinking about it, she changed direction and went dashing for the bathroom to play with herself again. Though she had told herself that she was just putting on some sweat pants and an old T-shirt today because they were so comfortable and because they weren't expecting any visitors today, she would soon realize that it had really been because it gave her such quick and convenient access to her most intimate places.
Places that were on fire this morning and surely would be all day.
With only a locked door to hide her shame from her spouse, she shoved down her sweats and her panties and took a sat herself down on the toilet seat to get to work. She had used her fingers to do this earlier when she first spied the two teens in what could only be described as a lover's embrace, but this time she thought to grab up a little wash cloth and rub it between her legs and the rough texture against her most sensitive parts sent her straight into orbit.
Breathing hard and dripping with sweat as she came back to herself in the aftermath, the entire bathroom reeking of the smell of sex, Ann reflected that she was going to wear herself out if she spent the entire day running off to masturbate every few minutes. Given that they were now all alone in the house, perhaps if she could talk her husband Roger into playing with her, it would distract her from these weird thoughts about her children for a while?
It might have worked, but it was not to be.
Somehow, the notion of going to bed with her own husband just wasn't very appealing after the taboo busting fantasy she had just enjoyed.
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Sitting in one of the plastic chairs in the mall's one and only shoe store, Kristen held up one foot to have a better look at the adorable little pump she was trying on.
"Isn't it cute?!" she gushed. "Isn't it too die for?!"
Still kneeling on the carpet where she had helped her sister put the shoe on, Ruth could only roll her eyes. Fashion was just one of the many stereotypical girly pursuits that a tomboy like her just could not fathom. What was the point of a fragile little thing like that when you could do so much more with a sturdy pair of sneakers? For goodness sakes, they fit her foot so snugly that Kristen had not even been able to get the shoe on all by herself.
"Yes, Kris," she answered dryly, "but if it was any tighter you would probably end up losing that foot."
"Oh, stop it. These things are always tight at first. It'll loosen up once it's broken in."
"But how can you get them broken in," Ruth scoffed, "if you can't even walk in the stupid things?"
The best way to respond to that, Kristen decided, was to prove her wrong. She put her foot back down firmly, hoping that her sister didn't notice the little wince of pain when she did so, and rose to her feet. Steeling herself to hide any trace of discomfort, determined to not let even one whimper of pain escape her lips, she resolutely marched across the store and then back to the other girl.
It was a brave effort to be sure, but it was spoiled when she was all but hopping by the time she returned, crying, "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow . . ."
There was a distinct I-told-you-so gleam shining in Ruth's eyes, but for once in her life she managed to not say it out loud. Instead, she deftly guided her sister back into the uncomfortable chair and launched an attack on that shoe, hoping to get it off before any real damage was done. The deep sigh of relief that Kristen let out when it came off was very eloquent and Ruth could not resist a little chuckle at the other girl's expense.
"Well, maybe those were a little tight," Kristen sheepishly conceded. She would normally have added something more - something about how her judgement in shoes was usually better and how this one unfortunate incident really should not be held against her - but her train of thought was derailed when she noticed what her sister was up to.
"Um, Ruthie? What are you doing . . .?"
"Nothing," Ruth replied casually, not looking up from what she was working on. "Just making sure that stupid shoe didn't hurt your foot."
In fact, what the younger girl was doing was cradling her sore foot in her lap, using both hands to tenderly stroke and firmly knead the exposed flesh.
Kristen had to admit it was the finest foot massage she had ever had, but it was more than just unusual for her sister to be giving it to her. In normal times, it seemed like the only time these two girls ever touched each other was during their wrestling matches. An exercise into intimacy like this was completely unknown to them. After the weirdness of the previous day, this was starting to set off alarm bells in the elder girl's mind, but it felt so very nice that she found it disturbingly easy to drown out that noise.
"Thank you," she breathed at length, biting her bottom lip. "That feels . . . really good."
Ruth heard the tone of her voice and could not help but look up into her eyes for a long moment, getting a little lost in their warm depths. She saw something in there that made her rejoice, but also knew it was something that she did not dare acknowledge right now.
"I'm glad you're . . . enjoying it."
* * *
Surrounded by the infernal machines - their screens flashing brilliant and hypnotizing colors, their speakers blaring tinny music and disturbing sound effects - Kristen just knew that she was going to get a migraine.
At least for her, the unpleasantness of this place was only heightened by how the video game arcade had been designed. The entrance had been sculpted to look something like a cave entrance, a huge sign overhead proclaiming this to be "The Gold Mine." Kristen didn't need to be told that the only people this place was a gold mine for was whoever was raking in the profits from all of the kids who were spending what little money that had here. In any case, the underground theme had been duly carried over in the dimly lit interior what with the walls being made to look like rough stone and the few pillars holding the ceiling up being made to look like unfinished timber beams.
