All characters engaged in sex are over 18.
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In the early morning Robbie awoke to the ute starting up and driving away. Sarah was off to market. He lay there with mixed feelings. Last night had been pure lust with his little sister. They'd lost control and fucked twice, he came inside her in buckets, and now he felt guilt. Fantasising about her was a very different thing to actually
doing it
. And what if she got pregnant? How did she know about the douche? And how was he to act with her now?
He got up to piss, then dressed in work clothes and sat in the kitchen drinking strong coffee. He was there an hour before he heard Kelly stirring. Dawn was just breaking. He heard her run the shower and a feeling of dread rose in him. Then at last, she was there with him, dressed for work. She kissed the top of his head as she passed to get coffee for herself. In the growing light, she saw his face and knew something was wrong.
"Oh Robbie, are you OK? Do you hate me now?"
He saw the fear in her face and the welling tears in her hazel eyes and stammered quickly: "No, Kel. No of course not. But I'm scared. I mean, are you sure about the douche? How did you learn to use it?"
"Sarah showed me. Sisters do that kind of thing. It was hers, I'll just tell her I practiced with it or something. She's not in a relationship so she didn't need it anyway. Robbie, I wanted it badly. Did you?"
"Yes, but wanting it and doing it are worlds apart. And so help me girl, I want to do it more and more with you..."
"But...?"
"But it's fucking
wrong
Kelly! We're brother and sister! Incest is illegal."
"So's driving that ute with a cracked windscreen and no roadworthy. What's the difference?"
He thought on that. Maybe the difference just came down to guilt. Kelly's guts wrenched when he stormed outside and into the shed. She heard him filing or scraping in there and knew to leave him alone right now. Neither had any breakfast that day.
Sarah returned just before 10am and her siblings had not set eyes on each other since Robbie had gone outside.
Kelly asked: "How'd it go Sair?"
"OK, took a while but I sold it all. Bloody Dixon tried to low-ball the price on me again, so I sold it to Ron Hubbard instead."
"Good for you."
"OK look Kelly. We need to talk. Go get Rob."
Her look allowed no argument. Kelly hoped it was a business thing, but her wrangling stomach told her maybe her sister had seen or heard them last night. She felt sick.
Robbie followed her back into the house. Sarah began as soon as they'd sat down: "OK I've been thinking how to say this all morning, so out with it. I know what you two did last night."
Robbie turned his face to the floor, Kelly looked at him then back at Sarah, tears welling in her hazel eyes and running down her cheek. Sarah went on: "Look, don't freak out. Rob, look at me. I have thought about little else all night and morning. But I want you to know I'm OK with it. I'll explain in a minute. But for fuck's sake you two, what the hell were you thinking? You could have got pregnant Kelly! Yeah, I know you used a douche. That's how I know Rob ejaculated in you. I saw the wrapper in the bin. Talk about leaving evidence behind!"
They were still very ashamed, but were now looking at her without feeling the need to look away. Kelly spoke: "Isn't it safe? The douche?"
"Not 100%. Here..."
She threw a little packet to her sister.
"The so-called 'morning after' pill. Just in case. Take it right now."
Kelly looked at Robbie, opened the packet, and self-consciously swallowed the pill with the last of her coffee.
"Right. Now for the explanation." Sarah looked to the ceiling, sighed deeply, then went on: "Years ago, before Tony got sick, we spent a week with Jenny in Darwin." Tony was her husband, Jenny was Tony's sister. "We got a bit drunk one night and...oh shit I can't believe I'm telling you ... we had a threesome. Tony, his sister, and me. And by the way they acted, I'm pretty sure Tony and Jenny had fucked plenty before. It was hot sex, I really enjoyed it, and I've honestly never regretted it. So you see, I've lived it, resolved it in my mind, and I get it. I suppose it wasn't a one-time thing for you two, so...
promise
me you'll be more careful?"
They didn't know what to say. Silence reigned for an awkward minute. Sarah decided to break the ice: "So, unless you two have condoms, you'll need to get to work to burn off that energy!"
The joke failed but they went back to work anyway. The day dragged on, the evening meal was like cardboard, the talk only about crops and prices. The three of them took their turns in the shower. Sarah went to the big chiller in the shed and came back with a slab of cold beers.
"OK. I figured we'd all need this after, well, an unusual day. Here."
They took one each. Kelly wasn't a beer drinker so she just sipped, but Sarah and Robbie necked theirs greedily and were soon on their second. It worked as Sarah had intended and loosened the atmosphere. Kelly took the initiative and broached the question that had been burning in her all day: "Sarah? How did you feel watching your husband with his sister?"
Sarah had been prepared for this - it was to be expected. "Well I was involved, not just watching, but to be honest even after the surprise of it, at the time - and ever since really - I didn't mind it at all."
Sensing that Sarah really was OK with what she and her brother had done last night, Kelly's girlish curiosity got the better of her: "OK, tell the truth or be tickled."
It was a game Sarah used to play with them both when they were little - she alone used to judge what was true and when to tickle, so she knew what was coming. She took another long draught from her can, shook it realising she'd emptied it, and held her hand out for Robbie to supply another from the cooler on the table.
"Did it turn you on?"
"A little, but I've thought about it and the fact that it didn't turn me
off
is probably more to the point."
Sarah cracked open her beer and drank deeply. Kelly, impish and curious as always, went on. Robbie drank his beer in silence, fascinated but unable to speak in case he broke the spell and Sarah stopped answering. Kelly kept probing, relying on the threat of tickling to get the truth according to the rules of their childhood game, as Sarah drank more and more quickly.
Kelly's questions came quick-fire, as if she expected to be shut down at any time. "OK. Tell the truth. Did she touch your pussy?" Sarah glanced at Rob who was trying to hide his face by tipping his can into it, then answered "Yes."
Kelly seemed to have no reservations in her questioning: "Did you, um, do stuff with Jenny too? Girl on girl?"
Sarah blushed and hesitated before answering: "Yes. I did."
"Oh wow. Oooh I know! Tell the truth. Did you,
lick
hers?"
"Oh hell. Yes."
Rob's cock rose at the thought. He barely knew Jennie but could remember she had very large breasts and his mind conjured up an image of her laying back, spreadeagled, tits all over the place, sighing as his big sister went down on her. His cock ached in its prison.
"Tell the truth. Did you like it?"
"Yes. I did." She sipped more beer.
"Tell the truth. Um, did uncle Tony actually fuck aunt Jenny?"
"Yes he did."