The Tutors - Session Four

Session Four -- The Second Wednesday:

Henry Livingston pushed open the basement door to allow Monica to enter ahead of him. Aware that she didn't particularly like being doted upon, Henry nevertheless years prior won this skirmish by saying things like...

"But, Moni baby, I really enjoy looking at your hips sway from the back."

At first, Henry knew this was just a cover for his desire to act the role of a gentleman; and he was pretty sure his sister was aware of the hollow nature of his ruse. But, one day during the almost three years they'd been living together, Henry surprised himself with the realization that fiction had become truth: he loved everything about the way his sister walked away from him... And, if Henry had ever bothered to ask Monica, he would have been further surprised to discover his life partner had grown to enjoy that gentlemanly attention from him.

It was now a full week since the pair of sibling lovers had first entered this basement and the uncertainty of its offered knowledge. To say they were arriving today as a better couple would have been a gross understatement; everything about their relationship had improved; from the precision of their communication to their love-making, and -- perhaps most surprising -- just their overall sense of health and well-being. Gone like bad weather were Monica's frequent migraines. So, too, Henry's ulcers. The couple was eating better, sleeping better, more ready to compromise on hardened positions, and -- best of all -- were now in solid agreement on the issue of children: it had jumped from a want on Henry's part to a need on both their parts.

Monica turned to Henry and motioned for him to hand her his jacket. The motorcyclist line-worker gave it to her, and Monica promptly took it and hung it and her own pullover on the coat rack attached to the wall.

"It looks like we're the first ones here, Hen."

"Well, yeah," Henry agreed, pointing to the wall clock, "look at the time, Moni: we're like almost twenty minutes early today. I'm surprised Phoebe and Chet have the basement unlocked."

"Very trusting people seldom lock their doors. Besides, rural Henry County doesn't have the crime that say Hamilton or Boone counties might experience."

"You're up-to-speed on Indiana's county crime statistics there, eh, Monica?"

"You'd be surprised what kinds of things a part-time librarian has time to learn while on the job, Hen. Don't knock it until you've tried it."

"Remember, I was a Rhodes Scholar, my love... I practically rented out space in a half-dozen libraries from Chicago to London. It's why I'm now an assembly-line worker in the secondary furniture-making sector: I've had my fill of books. Hey! How do you know Chet and Phoebe are trusting people?"

"Oh, for goodness sake, Hen! We watched them make love to each other two days ago. How much more trusting do they have to be?"

"Good point, Moni. I guess seeing them and the others in their birthday suits has become almost normal. I wonder if they feel the same?"

"Well, you could ask them... Here come Bethany and David."

"Hey there, Bethany!" Henry called out to David's other half as she came through the basement door. "I think we're the first ones."

"Anna and Paul were just pulling in when Dave and I hit the top of the stairs. Where are Chet and Phoebe?"

"Don't know," Monica answered. "I just now looked at their desk for a note, but there's nothing."

"Hey, guys," Paul interjected after opening the door out of breath, "the Peterson's just arrived. Phoebe said they had a medical emergency involving their youngest child... went to an emergency clinic for some stitches. She told me the session will begin in about fifteen minutes, and suggested we chill and talk about our progress."

"Does that mean," David asked no one in particular, "we're to tell each other about how great the sex is with our sibling?"

"I suppose that could be one of the things we're to share," Henry responded.

"Good!" David declared. "Because I'm just about to bust a gasket wanting to tell someone how incredible my life has become because of my sister."

"Dave, your praise is over the top," Bethany said, and then addressed the group just as Anna entered the basement with a platter of cookies. "He makes me out to be a miracle worker. It's embarrassing..."

"Bethany, my dear other half: it's shouldn't be embarrassing for me to tell anyone that because of your love for me, I've realized what it is to be a man, or just a human being for that matter. Before she loved me fully, I only thought I knew what my life was supposed to be about. I had all the expectations of any American: loving family, a good job which pays well, good food, adequate home, safety, security, the whole nine yards."

"And now?" Anna asked him after placing the platter on the snack table.

"Anna, I can't speak for Henry or your brother, but I now realize the creature who wanted all those things -- if he had gotten everything -- would nevertheless have been the most lonely and wretched animal on the planet."

"Yep, that about sums it up for me. Henry?" Paul said passing on the conversation.

"Look... I'm not saying I've been ahead of the curve on this subject compared to you guys, but I've known about the pitfalls of modern American manhood for awhile now. Perhaps that's because I'm almost twenty-eight. So, David, I know what you're talking about and I agree with you, but this course hasn't opened my eyes the way it has yours. On the other hand, this course has shown me that what I thought was a sexual relationship with my sister had been only scratching the surface. I feel so much more united to my other half -- I agree with Chet and Phoebe: it's the better phrase -- and I'm physically healthier than I've been in a decade."

"So, Henry, you think our love-making has gotten better?"

"Absolutely, Moni. Don't you think it has?"

"I do, my love," Monica said and then addressed the group. "I squirted just a little bit this morning. That had never happened to me before. And something else is different, too: it used to be if Hen came in me, most of his seed would just run out of me like a leaky faucet. But since coming to these sessions, I hardly have any discharge. Furthermore, the semen which does leak out is thicker and very white instead of clear."

'I've noticed a big reduction in the size of the wet spots on our sheets," Bethany added. "I thought we were just getting more efficient or something like that. Dave and I are waking up in the morning with his cock still embedded in my pussy and there's hardly anything under us even though like last night when we both came multiple times."

"Wow! I'm so jealous, girlfriend," Anna said. "Our parents won't allow Paul and me to sleep in the same bed. On the other hand, we were here yesterday for an extra tutoring session on tantric love-making, and I experienced the same thing, Monica. We should ask Phoebe and Chet about that when they get here."

As if conjured by that comment, Phoebe opened the basement door and held it open for Chet to enter with two pitchers of drinks in one hand and a tray of cut vegetables and ranch dip in the other. David -- being the closest to Chet -- reached for the tray which Chet seemed more than pleased to hand it off to him. Both men made for the table while Phoebe closed the door...

"We're so sorry for the delay in getting today's session going. Our youngest daughter has just transitioned from walking to running forward into very unforgiving objects like radiators. She put a gash in her forehead which required two stitches to close."

"What's her name, Phoebe?" Paul asked.

"Alice Anne. That was the name of one of our grandmothers -- our mother's mother."

"Is she otherwise okay, Phoebe? If you guys are needed, we could.."

"No, Paul," Chet chimed in, "Alice is good... worn out from the crying and sleeping off the pain med. Little kids are pliable in a way older people aren't, plus our mother is there for her. We're good to go if you guys are."

"I've got one more trip to make to grab the brownies. While I do that, you can begin to fill Chet in on how things have been going since Monday's session."

"Wouldn't it have been easier to build a set of stairs inside the house?" Bethany asked.

"You mean when Chet and I renovated the basement?"

"Yeah..."

"Chet, why don't you explain that to everyone while I go get the good stuff."

"Sure thing, sis. Right... inside stairs to the basement... This is an old farmhouse. Originally, there wasn't a basement under the first floor, only a dirt crawlspace and a root cellar both filled with all the nasty creepy-crawlies you can have nightmares over. Consequently, there was no place to put a set of stairs which wouldn't disrupt the use of a first floor room. When it was clear we were going to have these courses, converting the crawlspace into a basement solved a lot of problems. Phoebe and I have lived in this house since we were pre-teens and we didn't want to ruin the first floor just to make things marginally convenient for us. So, that meant an external set of stairs would have to be built."

"You could have just said 'No', Chet," Bethany deadpanned, paused, and then laughed when the look on Chet's face registered shock.

"You guys..." Chet began, and then decided to switch gears. "Okay, who would like to share how your tantric love-making went since Monday? I pick... Bethany."

"I have no problem sharing what Dave and I have been doing. We're both taking summer courses online through IU; all core requirement classes. We are using our love-making as a kind of delayed gratification tool to insure we get our classwork done. It's amazing how focused I've become now that I know there's a great session of sex just waiting for me after I complete my studies. The closer I get to finishing, the wetter my pussy becomes and my breasts actually get tighter in my bras. If Dave has finished first, he'll stand buck naked in the middle of our bedroom waiting for me to come from the dining room or lounge if I've been reading. When I get there, he watches me strip for him as his dick gets filled with blood, and his nostrils flare as he catches my scent. We discovered our mattress isn't great for tantric sex, so we make sure to clear enough floor space to insure safety and pleasure."

"You said he was a virgin until after the massage session," Anna said. "Is he getting better with experience?"

"He sure is! Aren't you, my love?"

"I'm mostly following my sister's lead... not because she's got more experience, but because right now in this early stage of our relationship, she's teaching me what she hates, likes, and what she really likes!"

"Bethany," Monica began, "I recall you saying last time your mother converted your old bedroom into a nursery. Does that mean you and Dave are making the conscious decision to get pregnant?"

"We are, Moni. Last Saturday just happened to coincide with my first day of fertility in this month's cycle."

"You're not on the pill?" Paul asked.

"Nope. I've never had the so-called pleasure. I had friends in high school and college who swore by it and others who just swore at it when it failed to prevent them from becoming pregnant. Anyway, since we first made love a few days ago, Dave has pumped enough sperm into me to float a boat! If it's true those swimmers can last in a woman's body for up to five days after release, then there's a good chance I have more of my brother's seed in me than he has in his own body! Hopefully, one of them has found my egg and the miracle of a new life being made is taking place within me as I speak."

"Well, best of luck, Bethany," Chet remarked. "Okay, are there any other couples trying for a baby?"

"Hen and I are, now, Chet."

"And how's that sitting with you?" Chet asked as a follow-up.

"That an interesting turn of a phrase, 'sitting with you'. It's sitting with a good measure of unease, to be honest. It's only because of this course that I'm not in full-blown panic mode over the prospect of being pregnant. If you were to ask my brother, he'd confess he's wanted us to become a family for awhile now. Yeah, I see you smiling and nodding your head, Henry Livingston. He should be ashamed for wanting to make his sister preggers, and I should be just as ashamed for letting him try. Oddly, shame isn't anywhere in the picture. Instead, I've been fighting against having children with Hen because I was afraid of losing them like I lost my parents."

"What's changed," Chet asked just as Phoebe came through the basement door with the promised tray of brownies.

"What have I missed, Chet?"

"Um, Moni was just about to tell us how this course has helped ease her fears of losing any children she and Hen might have together. Did I get that right, Moni?"

"You sure did, Chet. Phoebe, I want to thank you for the courage it took to start a family with your brother. My brother said a few days ago, 'It's easier to be courageous when someone else has already walked across the minefield in front of you.' I see you and Chet -- obviously so in love with each other -- and I hear about your three daughters who all sound so wonderful, and I can't help but to stare down my fears and take that big step into the unknown. That fear hasn't all disappeared, but I'm confident, one day, it will."

"Moni, I'm not sure if what you see in me is courage or just my stubborn streak at work. Nevertheless, I thank you for your kind words. Also, I should tell you the fear you feel never completely disappears -- at least, mine hasn't. There are simply too many ways Chet's and my world could spin out of control for us to be completely at ease."

"That's good to know, Phoebe. I often have difficulty in managing my expectations. My therapist says letting go of my expectations about life and replacing them with an acceptance of life's wonderful but uncertain mystery is perhaps my most difficult challenge."

"I don't mean to pry," Anna interjected, "but does your therapist know about your relationship with your brother?"

"He does, Anna. About two years ago, Geoff noticed a big drop in anxiety in my day-to-day affect: I stopped chewing my fingernails, quit about a half dozen other OCD tics, and was able to get off some powerful prescription meds. When he pressed me as to what had changed, I told him I had begun to sleep with my brother. Then, he invited Hen into my next therapy session and told him that whatever he was doing to help me decrease my anxiety, to keep doing it. That's when I blurted out we were having sex. I was shocked to see he wasn't at all shocked about it. He told us what Chet told the group at our first session: that sex between any two consenting adults was fine, even between siblings. He further said it's much more common than most people realize and it generally has more positive outcomes than negative ones. But, he also arranged for us to get genetic testing just to be knowledgable about any possible risks for birth defects on the oft chance I became pregnant. So, now, I'm about two days passed my fertile time in my cycle. Hen has cum in me more at this place in my cycle than ever before. Something tells me his sperm found my egg."

"Well, Phoebe and I hope you're right. But, can you share with the group what that testing revealed?" Chet asked.

"It told us," Henry chimed in, "there's an elevated risk for certain cancers, especially breast and skin cancer. Other than that, not too much for us to worry about, thank goodness!"

"I think it's interesting your therapist and mine both approve of us having a sexual relationship with our respective brothers," Anna observed. "Mine encouraged Paul and me to deepen our connection through frequent sex as a way of helping me heal from being raped and almost killed last year. In fact, she was the one who encouraged us to seek out this course and try to get into it if we could. I have to say; sex with Paul is perhaps the most wonderful experience I've had in my life. I can't imagine anyone else being a better life partner to me or a better father to any children I might have. I'm also just past the peak days in my monthly cycle. My late fiancé was the one other guy to give me a cream pie when he tried to kill me, but it was nothing compared to the large quantity of thick, white stuff which erupts from Paul's horse cock every time he comes in me."

"I think we all saw just how big your brother is, Anna," Dave said to the chuckles and head nods of the other class members. Bethany and I think it's amazing how Paul was able to get his entire dick into your pussy without hurting either you or him!"

"I admit, it took some getting used to on my part. The funny thing is, our mom had the same problem with our father early in their marriage. According to her, because of his girth, especially, she was able to have a much easier time in childbirth. And in spite of them not being able to publicly support our relationship, they both encouraged us to have lots of kids. Go figure!"

"Paul," Phoebe suggested, "why don't you share how yours and Anna's extra tutoring in tantric sex went yesterday?"

"Oh, yeah! I'd never done yoga before two days ago while my sister participated in a couple of classes in college. With her help after the last session, and with the extra tutoring from Chet and Phoebe, I've had an improvement in my stamina and flexibility. This has translated into a better experience for my sister and for me, too."

"How about the question of becoming pregnant, Anna?" Chet asked. "Are you and Paul trying, as well?"

"Let me put it this way, Chet: we're good if it happens and we're good if it doesn't right now. But, that has a lot to do with your and Phoebe's help with getting us into a place for the summer. Thank you very much."

"When do you guys move out of your parents' home?" David asked.

"That happens this weekend... Saturday before our session and then -- if we need more time -- Sunday," Paul replied.

"Do you want some help moving your things in?" Monica offered.

"Sure!" Anna replied. "Paul and I will take all the help we can get. Right, honey?"

"Absolutely. But, to let you guys know, the place is already furnished. So, it'll just be our personal stuff like clothes, toiletries, personal possessions, and some groceries."

"Okay," Chet interrupted, "You can work out the moving in details after class. Right now, Phoebe and I want to transition over to today's topic: forgiveness as a unity-builder in relationships. Please take a seat next to your life partner and my sister will begin."

"Who here," Phoebe asked the class, "has heard of make-up sex? Raise your hand if you have. Okay, only one of you hasn't. David, were you raised in a convent?"

"Hey, I think I know what it is, but when in doubt, claim ignorance."

"That's a good rule, everyone," Phoebe agreed. "David gets extra credit toward his pass/fail for honesty. Yes, David, it's precisely as it sounds: sex between two people who've had an argument. Now, Chet and I are here to tell you: if you and your life partner ever get to the point where you have make-up sex, then we will have failed as your tutors."

"Why would it be your failure?" Monica asked.

"Because my sister and I," Chet answered, "are going to teach you how to avoid getting into an argument with your sibling in the first place."

"Chet's correct: the best way to solve a problem is to side-step it when it appears... or even better, making sure problems in your relationship never appear in the first place. The tool Chet and I have developed for couples is called... does anybody want to guess?"

For a few seconds, the room was quiet until David raised his hand, and when called upon by Phoebe, said...

"Um, forgiveness sex?"

"Man, David," Chet exclaimed, "You are on a roll today! That's exactly what we call it. And after Phoebe finishes her lecture, we are going to demonstrate how it works."