The Tutors - Session Three

Session Three -- The First Monday

"If you will just hang your wet coats on the hat and coat rack located on the tiled floor... thank you, everyone!" Phoebe Peterson said in a raised voice.

"And thanks for being on time," Chet continued. "Sorry for the congestion at the entrance. Phoebe and I didn't lay a water-friendly carpet down here... something to do with the underlayment. Anyway, once you shed your outer garment, just find a seat like you did on Saturday."

David Ellison stepped aside to let Monica and her brother Henry enter the basement. The rain had been relentless all day and just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. But that was Indiana for you: be content with the weather you had because what was around the corner could very well be worse. As he hung up his coat, David wondered if the others could see just how different a person he was from the guy who'd left here just two days ago. He looked to his right to catch his sister as she sat down. She then bend forward at the waist, and expertly flipped her long, damp hair over her her face to began running her finger through her tresses in an attempt to free the mass of tangles it had become. Paul caught David's attention and the two men exchanges greetings.

"How was your weekend, Paul?"

"Eventful, to say the least! Anna and I had a big clearing of the air with the 'rents. What about your's?"

"Wow! Where to begin? Yesterday was real good."

"Oh, hey there Henry," Paul said. "How was your weekend? Did you and Moni do anything other than make love?"

"Jesus, Paul! What a question..." Henry said laughing as he hung up his and Monica's coats. "As a matter of fact, yes. But, that all I'll say about it."

Monica, hearing that exchange couldn't help but to add her own comment.

"I'm going to have a conversation with your sister about you, Mr. Cortis," she said as she poked him in the ribs.

"Oh, no! I'm in trouble now..." Paul kidded as he went over to join his sister.

The remaining siblings found their seats while Phoebe and Chet looked ready to begin; standing behind matching podiums with a rolling chalkboard -- oddly empty -- centered behind them. The clock on the wall above the ever-present table of baked goods showed the time: 2:58.

"Wow!" Chet exclaimed. "Some weather we're having. I'm glad it didn't deter anyone from attending today's session. As I said on Saturday, this session is particularly crucial as it requires a decision from each of you -- as individuals -- as to how you're going to proceed from here on out to the end of the curriculum: are you going to explore and nurture the relationship with your sibling as a life partner, or will you be maintaining your status as lab partner only."

"But before we delve into that area," Phoebe said, "Chet and I want to ask about your weekends: how it went and whether or not you were able to practice the massage techniques we showed you. Henry, how was your weekend?"

"Why does it feel like I'm getting piled on? Geez! I guess there are few if any secrets among this crowd."

"You okay, Henry?" Phoebe asked, smirking.

"I'm fine, Phoebe. It's just that not two minutes ago, Paul pretty much asked me that same question."

"I know. I overheard your conversation and your one word summation. I thought maybe your life partner might appreciate more of an answer from you: considering she's experienced such a momentous change in her life -- because of your love for her."

"How..."

"...did I know that? Moni and I direct messaged each other for about an hour on Sunday evening. She sang your praises."

"Moni babe... you know how I don't like the spotlight. Oh, what the hell... okay, do I have to stand or something?"

"No, just share a bit more than one word, if you wouldn't mind," Chet answered him.

"Fine! 'A bit more'... Let's see: As soon as we got back to our place, I went and retrieved from a hiding spot an engagement ring and a wedding band that I'd purchased almost a year ago. Moni loved them, but told me I had to choose a more romantic place than our dingy apartment to propose to her."

"You scoundrel!" Paul exclaimed. "Proposing marriage to your sister! What has this world come to?"

Everyone broke out in laughter, even Phoebe and Chet -- who was the one to corral the outburst.

"Okay, everyone, let's let Romeo continue his soliloquy..."

"Ha ha, right," Henry continued. "Okay, then we got undressed and had sex for about two hours..."

"Oh, no no no, Hen! You're not getting away with that!" Monica scolded her brother. "He practically ripped the clothes from my body, then he carried me naked over his shoulder and plunked me down on the countertop next to our kitchen sink filled with dirty dishes and fucked me senseless for thirty minutes and three orgasms. Now, mind you, Hen had yet to cum. After that, he carried me to bed with his cock embedded in my pussy -- and throbbing!"

"Throbbing?" Bethany asked. "Like, how, exactly?"

"I was flexing my dick inside Moni over and over again. It's kind of a muscle technique," Henry explained. "Once we got to the bed, I backed off the intensity and the fucking became love-making. We changed positions a few times until Moni flipped onto her knees and presented me her vulva in full flow. I climaxed with her in doggy."

"I absolutely love doggy, Moni!" Anna swooned. "Paul did me in doggy in the en-suite before we left here on Saturday. It was our first time together. I came so hard!"

"I know what you mean!" Moni replied. "Hen is average in length, but he's really got some girth to him. I just love squeezing his cock with my pussy muscles. Every time he bottoms out, the tip of his cock will just barely nudge my cervix -- like the two of them are sharing a sweet little kiss. Vaginal orgasm, here we come!"

"Wow," Bethany exclaimed, "that same thing happens to me with Dave. He was a virgin before Saturday when we made love in the en-suite like you guys -- we were the last ones to go in after the session. He was standing and had me cradled in his arms. He must have thrusted up into me over five hundred times before I felt an absolute flood of his swimmers burst onto the back of my pussy. I'd never let a guy cum in me before that moment, let alone so deep."

"I absolutely love just how perfectly made Chet and I are for each other," Phoebe added. "We've been lovers for seven years now. Since having children, I almost always insist he blow his load deep in me. Nothing, and I mean nothing, is better than feeling my brother's sperm hitting my cervix!'

The women shared their agreements with Phoebe's assessment and then the room grew quiet. All the men, including Chet, had their heads buried in the palms of their hands in embarrassment. The women, finally realizing what had happened, burst out laughing as a result. Phoebe offered them an apology.

"We're sorry, guys. We got a little carried away. But, in reality, you're all to blame: you love us so well, we can't help but to sing your praises."

"We noticed, Phoebe," Paul deadpanned. "Still..."

"You think it's over the top? Chet, why don't you correct his perspective."

"What Phoebe is implying has to do with the power of positive reinforcement in relationships like ours. In our Sibling Support Groups, one of the elements within our sessions is what we call shooting the shit with wit."

"Now you're just making stuff up on the fly, Chet," David said.

"No," Phoebe replied, "that's really what it's called. Granted, the name for that segment began as a joke, but it basically describes the setting: we spend about thirty minutes -- women with women and men with men -- talking about all aspects of our incest relationships... including sharing funny stories about the great sex we're experiencing."

"Are you saying, Phoebe," Anna asked, "that sibling couples have more sex than non-sibling couples?"

"It's one of the aspects of the lifestyle," Chet intoned, "which makes an incest relationship so stable and long-lasting. The trust and mutual unconditional love created and maintained by the couple forges bonds far beyond the obvious physical and emotional ones which usually get emphasized."

"You see, class," Phoebe continued, "frequent and mind-blowing sex isn't the force which -- like two poles of a magnet -- draw you together into incest. Rather, physical intimacy is the culmination... the exclamation point, if you will, to the long and very broad series of connections you and your sibling have been making with one another for years and years."

"What sort of connections are you talking about?" Bethany asked.

"Well," Chet began, "have you noticed the tendency within families for a sibling to gravitate to one or perhaps two of their brothers or sisters? This happens due to them discovering they share personality traits in common."

"Like what?" Paul inquired. "Like the fact that Anna and I are both introverts?"

"Exactly!" Chet exclaimed.

"But, it can go much deeper than that, even," Phoebe continued. "Over many years, siblings might discover they share other personality aspects like moral outlook; intelligence; demeanor; taste in music; taste in books and in sports. Often times, siblings will become aware of this and put the attraction in non-sexual terms like 'soulmate' or 'best friend' or they might say they are 'two peas in a pod'."

"Holy cow!" Monica shouted. "Henry and I have been saying that exact thing about ourselves for years... long before the accident!"

"It's true, Phoebe. My sister and I began using that phrase when we were teens."

"And Bethany and I have been each other's best friend for as long as either of us can remember."

"My mother," Bethany added, "told me over the weekend that Dave's and my closeness is the worst-kept secret in our extended family."

` "Well," Anna said sheepishly, "don't exclude us from this phenomenon... Paul and I used to describe our relationship as being 'joined at the intellectual hip'."

"So, you see," Chet continued, "you and your sibling have been discovering and building and maintaining all these other connections, these bonds, for years. This process is quite literally the secret sauce to your trust and unconditional love."

"While in no way being an inevitable prelude to sex," Phoebe summated' "it means any sexual bond you might forge will be extremely powerful and almost impossible to break once you've added the physical aspect to all the other ways you were already connected. And that right there explains why your love-making is so mind-blowing and so much more frequent... just like Chet's and mine is."

"So," Paul began, "let me see if I'm hearing this correctly. You and Chet are saying, essentially, we brothers have been partners to our respective sisters for years, except for sexual intimacy. And that explains why when we finally do make love with our sibling, the experience feels natural... it feels right."

"It feels right, Paul, because you and your sister had already become one another's Primary Relationship," Phoebe replied.

"This is why Phoebe and I use this particular session as a decision-making nexus point. You and your sibling have the right and the responsibility to make a decision, and to move forward from that decision fully cognizant of the positive and negative forces at play in your lives."

"Wow!" Henry voiced and then added a whistle to his exclamation. "That explains why buying my sister those rings didn't feel strange or even like a mistake. I always wondered why that was..."

"Which reminds me, Henry," Phoebe remarked. "You have more to tell the class about your weekend with Moni."

"Yeah, I do. Thanks, Phoebe. While she was showering, I made reservations at an up-scale restaurant in Fishers. Then after dinner, we went down to the River Walk. At the stroke of midnight, under a three-quarter moon, I got down on one knee and asked Moni to be my wife... well, life partner... oh hell, you know what I mean."

"Ah, dude," David said, "that's really romantic. Why wouldn't you want to crow about that?"

"Because for the longest time, I've not had a circle of friends I dared share that sort of thing with... dude!"

"No offense meant, Henry," David said.

"None taken."

"That's good, guys" Chet replied. "And thank you, Henry for sharing. Believe me when I say, I know what you mean. I also know there are two other couples who have yet to share their respective weekend adventures. Bethany, were you and David able to repeat the selfless massage?"

"Yes, but not until around noon today, Chet. We spent most of the weekend breaking in our new honeymoon bed as our mother calls it. When we got back from Saturday's session, things at home were both acrimonious and confused."

"Our mom," David added, "was a bit drunk due to us telling her we would likely be having sex soon, and she was also angry... at least initially. Then she surprised us with a new bedroom suite in my bedroom and..."

"And a new nursery in my old bedroom... complete with crib," Bethany finished with.

"Whoa!" Phoebe said. "I've never before heard that kind of thing being done by a parent. So, she just gifted you your own bed to sleep in together?"

"King-sized," David added.

"Your mother," Monica said, "sounds really cool. So, she doesn't mind hearing you guys go at it?"

"Well," Moni, "the first time we used the bed for love-making, she was sitting on a chair seven feet away, naked and masturbating. So, probably not!"

"No shit, Bethany!" Anna exclaimed. "Talk about a polar opposite response! Our folks have given us until the end of the month to find our own place to live. On Saturday, we had a line on an apartment for the summer, but then, yesterday, the deal fell through."

"Anna and Paul, come talk with me and Phoebe after class. We can help with that problem."

"Great, Chet," Paul replied. "That would be a big help. Thank you."

"Sure thing. Now, Phoebe and I want to pivot to the primary subject for today. Darling?"

"As we already mentioned, everyone has a decision to make which is fast approaching. But, our main topic for discussion and demonstration centers on the need to merge our individualities into what we call the unit."

"Why that word over, say, the term couple?" Henry asked.

"Because the goal for you and Moni is to become a unity," Chet answered him. "Using he word unit -- we've found -- helps to keep that goal front and center in the thinking of those making this very difficult transition."

"By now," Phoebe continued, "you may have noticed it seems like Chet and I finish each other's thoughts or sentences."

"Yeah, I've noticed that..." David agreed.

"Me, too!" Paul added.

"This verbal parley between us is not an accident, but is, in fact, an outgrowth of our conscious efforts to become this new, united being."

"Think of it this way," Chet continued, "every creature on this planet strives to live in whatever conditions constitute for them their natural state. For Phoebe and myself, a small part of our natural state is formed by our intentional efforts to limit our talking when we're together in a group setting."

"When we hand off the conversation -- or in this case, the lecture -- to our other half," Phoebe added, "we are de-emphasizing our individualities in favor of emphasizing our unity."

"So," Anna surmised, "referring to Chet as your better half or other half isn't a euphemism."

"We never used the phrase 'my better half', Anna," Chet corrected her. "Our word choices matter very much. You and Paul will have a difficult time becoming a unit if one of you must diminish the other to do so -- even if it's just a joke."

"I used the phrase 'my other half' to refer to Chet because that's precisely what he is to me. This female speaking to you is only one half of my true or actual self. My complete ego, to borrow a term from psychology, resides in the combined or united personalities of both Chet and Phoebe Peterson.

"So," Bethany reiterated, "you don't recognize Chet or yourself as even possessing separate, autonomous egos!"

"That's precisely correct," Phoebe affirmed.

"But, why go to all the trouble of coming together in this manner?" Paul asked. "Aren't there easier ways to achieve the same end?"

"There are," Phoebe agreed, "easier ways. However, those ways do not achieve the same end and never can."

"You guys all know how relationships operate out in the wider world, right?" Chet asked the group.

"Sure, Chet," Monica responded. "They mostly fail: all the spousal abuse, the child abuse, addictions, divorce. It's why we're here with you and Phoebe on a rainy Monday afternoon.

"Well, folks," Phoebe interjected, "here's the big headline: Relationships Mostly Fail Due To People Looking For Easier Ways to Obtain Them.

"You six," Chet continued, "are seeking after your Primary Relationship in a very difficult way, but -- in fact -- one of only a handful of ways which lead to success."

"What are the other ways?" Paul inquired.

"The other successful ways all come down to plain old dumb luck, Paul. Two people bump into each other and it turns out they are instant soulmates. You are here with Anna because the two of you are intentionally crafting yourselves into one another's other half."

"Okay, that was a brief run-down of the theory," Phoebe as a way of bringing the discussion to an end.

"Now, we transition to the practice," Chet said.

"Well, you two," Anna sarcastically spoke, "considering what Saturday's practice was, I may run out of orgasms before this course is finished!"

Both Phoebe and Chet broke out in instant and loud laughter: so much, in fact, that Anna was on the verge of feeling offended. Phoebe saw the look on her face and both tutors stopped.

"I'm sorry if Chet and I upset you, Anna. It's just that the demonstration this afternoon involves introducing everyone to tantric love-making."

"What's that?" Bethany spat.

"It's a regimen utilizing yoga positions, disciplined breathing, and other elements designed to at least double -- perhaps even triple -- a person's ability to cum during a given session of sex. Anna, you and the others are about to find a whole new storehouse of pleasure; so much pleasure, in fact, that the old ways of achieving orgasm will seem quaint by comparison."

"And all this pleasure during love-making is for what reason, exactly?" David inquired.

"Tantric love-making will forge you and your sister into a unity faster and more thoroughly than anything else," Chet replied. "You will experience a closeness of spirit so profound as to swear you just inhabited each other's bodies! Over time, it will produce an unbreakable bond which no other person can effect: a thousand naked women could walk right past you David, and still you would only recognize Bethany as attractive in your head and in your heart."

"Tantric love-making," Phoebe explained, "is commonly thought to have been invented by Hindu and Buddhist monks. However, recent archaeological discoveries and modern translations from Sanskrit tablets lead many scholars to conclude the Ancient Assyrians first developed these techniques. The impetus may be they were developed for Assyrian royal families or for exclusive use by their monarchs who often practiced incest marriage. They used it to strengthen their political power. This practice was later adopted by the Egyptians for the same reason. Chet and I will teach you how to use tantric love-making to strengthen the power of your trust and unconditional love."

"As you did on Saturday, it's time to get naked with your sibling in the shower, wash each other, dry each other, and come out to the main room with nothing on."

"What about a robe?" Monica asked.

"It will just be in the way," Phoebe explained. "Chet and I will occupy center stage -- as it were -- on a large yoga mat while you three pairs will be surrounding us on your own mats. There will be a few words exchanged; mostly the names of the various yoga positions Chet and I assume. Other than that, you'll be focused on your breathing and posture."