The rest of the summer blew by like an afternoon breeze. I had just two more sessions with Krista, both were completely out of this world, sex that was more like works of art than simple fucking. Turning on her libido was amazing, turning on her high powered intellect was phenomenal.
The first was in a rubber raft floating down the river apiece. Beer, weed, sex, water, sun, food, more sex, more beer, sex in the water. I think I will remember July 28th with a sort of reverence for the rest of my life.
The second time with Krista was once again on a hot, still, lazy Friday afternoon up at the rock house. Only this time she tied me up, or, more literally, down. Once turned on, her imagination cranked her sex drive into fucking overdrive. It was two and a half hours of intense psychological, a little psycho, exploration of a woman's libido. There was a lot of chocolate syrup, some sex toys, oil, belly dancing, and the narrative she spun that afternoon would make a great book. Think Scheherazade telling erotic tales.
I never fucked Serena again and she barely spoke to me the rest of the summer. I saw her one day down at the river, though, wrestling in a muddy pool with her new boyfriend. I envied him.
Culia was my lover. Many nights we spent the wee hours whispering, fucking, cuddling, stroking, making love, there in the dark of my attic room, two people completely at ease with each other's bodies, getting and giving pleasure in perfect synchronicity.
But I no longer felt like a sibling in my own family. I felt like a dark, mysterious interloper. An oversexed, perpetually horny outsider who was thrown into close living quarters with four amazing females.
Four. Yes. My mother is an older version of my sisters. Blonde, gorgeous, sensual, smart, a little softer and wider in places, but with a great deal more depth in her personality.
And then suddenly I was on my own. My sisters all went off to college early, being on the quarter system. I still had two weeks before I left, my college being on semesters. As it happened, my father also left for awhile, driving back east to help his brother build a home. He would be gone a month.
I would never have thought of my mother in a sexual way. She was my mom, the woman who raised me. Sure she was very pretty, funny, likes to touch, and smokes a lot of dope and gets high and goofy at night, but it just never would have occurred to me to look at her that way.
Until the night she called me up to her bedroom. She was obviously pissed, or deeply upset, concerned by something. When I got there she had her bedroom TV on. She had her arms crossed and had those green eyes locked on me. I felt like I had been caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar, no, looking at her face I realized it was worse, like, caught stealing money from the buried caches around the property.
"Steven," she began, "I want to show you something I found a few weeks ago. I waited until your father left to confront you with this because I did not know how he would react. I'm not sure I can ever show this to him."
She pushed a button on the DVD player. The screen came to life. It was a sort of grainy video of our living room and kitchen. Serena was there, in the kitchen, on one side of the big island. I was on the other. When I saw myself take off my shirt, I realized what was coming. Yep, Ser' comes around the island, side kicks me in the chest, sends me toppling over the back of the couch. I body slam her onto the couch cushions. And then we tussle together and get into some very physical, very sexual, very hot sibling sex. The sound was really bad. We could hear general noises but not specific conversation.
Of course, my parents had surveillance. Why didn't I know about it? Being secretly videoed in my own house kind of pissed me off, but it was a helluva time to bring that up. I was just happy my father didn't find it first.
It was pretty weird, embarrassing, to have my mom glowering at me as I watched myself having sex with my sister on the big screen. When the recording got to the point where I had Serena pinned beneath me and my cock just about to plunge into her sodden snatch, my mom put it on pause.
"Steven," she said, her voice deep and serious, "this is very upsetting. What...what...what was going on here? This is..." she punched the play button, hard. We watched me sink my cock into my sister's wet and willing vagina. "...it's incest!"
I sighed. "Not technically, mom."
She stared at me. Then she took a deep breath, looked off into space and sighed. "How long have you known?"
I told her how a neighbor boy had revealed to me that I was adopted into my family at a very early age.
"I'm sorry, Steven, you had to find out that way," she said, and she was looking out the window. Then her eyes drifted back to the screen. Ser' and I were well into our cum contest, the one I eventually lost. You could see her hand on my ass, a finger reaming my anus as I rammed my long cock into her.
"She's still your sister," my mom said as she watched. "What...How long...how many times..."
"Just that once, mom," I admitted. I wasn't ready to reveal the story of the other two sisters.
But she was ahead of me on that. "And Krista, Culia?"
I just nodded my head.
"Both? Oh lord," she groaned. "What kind of family have I raised?"
A sexy one, I thought.
I sat on the bed while she stood to one side and the video continued playing, as it would, for about another couple hours. It really was an epic fuck. That much was evident from the recording.
My mom didn't know what to say. I noticed a bong and some weed in a tray. On a whim I grabbed it and took a hit, hoping to defuse some of the tension. For my parents, smoking weed is as casual as taking a drink of water. I filled the bowl and handed it to my mom.
Now, it was late in the growing season and the weed we were smoking was freshly harvested, the best of the new bud, and I immediately felt my body come to life, my brain flooded with dopamine. And, of course, watching that crazy hot video, well, pretty soon my cock filled with blood and began to push it's big fat head against my shorts.
My mom, despite having a high tolerance because of years of smoking, was obviously feeling pretty good too. Her eyes got very large and glassy and her face sort of lit up as she watched her two kids having a very physical fuckfest on her living room carpet. Her nipples were hard, and straining against the fabric of her bra and thin t shirt. In her casual jeans, with her blonde hair down and kind of mussed, and looking stoned, she was...sexy. At least to my stoned mind. I mean, she was always sexy. But now that sex was the topic of discussion, and we were watching me fuck my sister, and the weed was so good, and I was painfully hard, and hadn't had sex in two weeks, well, I noticed how fucking sexy she really is.
My mom is kind of pigeon toed. So her thighs always look like they are kind of rubbing together. Until that moment I never thought of that as particularly sexy. But the way she was sort of squirming in place there brought all my attention to where her thighs meet. There at the V where her legs joined her hips, her upper legs seemed to be squeezing in on her crotch.
I probably never would have noticed that if I weren't so high and that video wasn't playing. We could actually hear Ser' and I grunting, faintly.
"Oh, Steven," my mom sighed again, but this time it was more of a breathy moan. "What am I going to do with you?"
I was beginning to get some ideas.
Serena suddenly went into her first orgasm, calling me names and convulsively cumming, loudly.
Reacting to the heat of the scene on the screen, my mom reached up and held a hand to her chest. Her slightly inverted thighs were really squirming now.
I had nothing to lose at this point. My life had changed forever. My mom thought I was a pervert. I would go away to college and that would be that, branded for life. I had to do something in the moment or it would be pure torture around her for...forever.
I opened my fly and let my cock spring free. Eight inches of prime eighteen year old tumescence announced its undeniable and demanding presence, waving slightly and pulsing with each beat of my elevated heart rate.
My mother gasped. When I started stroking it, she put a hand to her mouth. But she never took her eyes off it.
"It is what it is, mom," I said. "Incest, sex, fucking. I did what I did. I'm just a horny teenager. I'm sorry. I hope you can forgive me some day. But with all this amazingly sexy...'yin' in this house you can't expect my yang not to...react."
