This is the conclusion of the Trouble Brewing series. All characters are ages eighteen and older. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and I hope you enjoy.
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We woke the next morning to sunshine for the first time since we arrived. I could see the dancing specs of dust floating on the beams of light from the windows. The warmth of the radiance filled the living room.
An arm was draped over my chest. As I raised my head, the sleeping form of Mindy visited my eyes. Her head rested on my shoulder. A peaceful smile upon her soft face. We were both clothed. How? I'm not sure. I don't remember too much after our first round last night. But with the alcohol and the unbridled sex, I don't think we went much longer.
I began to rise, my head pounding once again. The second I began to pull away, Mindy held me tighter.
"Nooooo," she moaned half asleep. "Just a little longer."
"Mindy," I said softly next to her ear. "We have to get up. My Mom can't see us like this."
"Why not?" she said with her eyes still shut.
"Because we're still cousins."
A big grin stretched across her face as she held me even tighter.
"Mindy..." I began.
"Alright, alright." She loosened her grip and I slowly crawled out of our tangled mass. Blankets had been placed over us all as we slept together, cuddled in a giant knot. Shaking my head, I stumbled into the kitchen ready for my morning ritual.
"Good morning, Lover," purred my aunt as she blew on her steaming cup of coffee. She wore a loose-fitting blue robe. The knot holding it in place in the front dangled with the threat of coming undone. She smiled at me.
"Morning, Aunt Claire," I replied. I made my way over to the coffee and poured my cup. We both stood there. Soaking in the light from the kitchen window like a couple of lazy cats.
"I hope you don't mind," Claire said.
"Mind what?" I asked.
"Dressing you. I just thought it would be a good idea just in case Joanne comes down before you are all up. Not the best thing in the world for her to see everyone naked... you know." She raised an eyebrow. "Not yet at least."
"Thanks, I guess," I said. I took a long gulp of the coffee.
"So did you give it any thought?" My aunt questioned.
"Gave what now?" I asked, my mind a blur.
"You know. About last night." She tilted her head. "You... and your Mom."
"Ah," I began. "Well, I haven't had much time but..." I took a deep, long sip.
"But?" She grinned that wicked grin.
"I'm still not sure. I know it's wrong, but part of me wants it because of that."
"And you should," she said. "Your mother is a very attractive woman. She is physically fit, very outgoing, and take it from experience when I say she is a crazy woman in the sack," she said with a wink.
I shook my head.
"That too must run in the family," I stated. She laughed quietly.
Taking a last sip, she set her cup down and walked over to me. The knot in her robe unfurled, leaving a gap of skin exposed down her center. I ran my eyes down the path of her skin from her neck, through the valley of her breasts, over her stomach, and then resting upon her hairy mound.
She walked right up to me, pressing her body into mine. My one hand just brushed against her sex. I could feel her heat radiate against my knuckles.
She leaned in close to my ears.
"I know she wants you," she whispered as she guided my hand to cup her mound. "I've seen her look at you when you don't know. I've seen how she acts when she's hiding from her feelings. I've seen her horny. That is how she is around you."
She pressed on my middle finger, forcing it to sink into her steaming folds.
"If you fuck your mother," she said, "I'll fuck my son." She purred into my ear.
Instantly, visions of Jeff and Claire flashed into my mind. My cousin and my aunt, mother and son, engaging in intercourse beside my mother and me. I don't know why, but these thoughts began to get to me. Claire noticed as her other hand began to caress my growing dick through my sweatpants.
"Until then, you won't get a piece of me though." She teased as she pulled away. She slowly tied her robe as footsteps could be heard above.
Moments later, my mother came stumbling into the room holding her head in one hand as she groaned the pains of a headache. She pointed to the coffee pot.
"Any left?"
Aunt Claire poured her sister a fresh cup as Mom sat down. My thoughts couldn't help but linger on the words my aunt spoke in my ear moments earlier. My mother had feelings for me? No way.
I looked at her as she sat down at the table, pursing her lips as she blew against the coffee. For some reason, I couldn't look at her as I always had before. Before, I would just see my mom. But now, I see a woman. A woman who raised me, and all my life I had been blind to her beauty. I knew she was beautiful, true; but I never took it in myself. I've never fallen victim to it. I don't know what it was, but now... I... This is so wrong.
I tried to shut my eyes to snap myself out of it, but every time I opened them; there she would be. Sipping her steaming hot brew. She had just woken up, but she still held this splendor about her that could make any breath cut short. Her hair was slightly tangled with a few strands falling into her face. Her eyes were amazing. Sparkling as they held their focus on...
OH SHIT! My mother was staring at my erection pressing against my sweats. When the hell did that come back?
Her eyes stayed glued to my groin as my aunt stared at us two. Looking at us like a twisted puppet master. She raised an eyebrow with a crooked smile.
Suddenly, my mother looked up and caught my eye. She knew she was busted. Both our faces flushed red as she looked away.
"So," started Aunt Claire, "It looks like it will be a beautiful day. What say we all go out and enjoy it?"
"Sounds good to me," I said eager to move on.
"Me too," My mother said looking elsewhere.
"Well then, I'll wake the others," Claire said as she walked out of the room.
Soon everyone was up, and breakfast was served. Another great meal with a wonderful conversation. We decided upon going for a hike to enjoy the day. There was a trail not that far along the lakeshore that went up the mountain to a waterfall. It was a tough hike; about two hours both ways. And thirty minutes after breakfast, we were set to go.
We began our walk along the shore of the lake. Mom and Claire were up in the lead chatting away. Jeff behind them with Janet. Eric with Mindy trailing. Sydney behind Mindy, and myself behind her. It had been so long since we were on this trail; it was like taking a step back in time. I used to run up and down it during family reunions as a child. I used to know every step, but that was such a long time ago. Now, with the erosion, it was tough to tell.
The day was absolutely gorgeous. The sky, a blue that we almost forgot existed. The birds were soaring, and chirping. We walked from the light through the shadows of the pines. Now and again we would come across a spot where the path had become a large mud puddle due to the storm. Most places had begun to dry, but some still created a burden on us. We managed our way through, but not without muddy clothes.
I couldn't help but note Sydney as she trekked along in front of me. She wore a denim skirt that didn't hinder her in any way from the walk we were taking. What it did do was let me look upon her legs as she strode up the trail. Her calves shaped perfectly. The occasional step greeted me by exposing her thigh more than normal. At times like these, I had no issue with being in the back.
Soon we found ourselves on a shoulder of the mountain in an area where huge rocks pushed out of the ground, just under twenty minutes from the waterfall. We were making some good time.
Then Syd looked back at me. It was just a glance over her shoulder, but I could see something in her eye. She took another step and fell. A cry escaped her lips as she clutched her ankle.
"Sydney!" came from our mother as she rushed up. "Honey! What happened?"
"I tripped on that stupid rock," she whined. "UGH! I think I twisted it!"
"Oh, Syd!" my mother said with that worried look in her eyes.
Sydney looked up at me. "Taylor, you wouldn't happen to have any tape on you?" she asked. I did, of course. Boy scouts.
"Oh Yeah!" I said as I began to rummage through my bag.
"Look, why don't the rest of you go on." Syd said to the others, "It's not far, and it's much better to rest there than here on these rocks."
"No way, Syd. We're going back." Mom said.
"Mom, I'm fine. We already made it this far. Besides, Taylor can have me taped up in no time,"
She looked at me. "Right, Taylor?"
She had that look in her eyes. I instantly doubted she felt anything wrong with her foot.
I looked up at my mom "... Right. I can handle this one. Why don't you guys go ahead?"
"Come on Jo," Claire joined. "Taylor knows what he's doing." She began to usher Mom back up the trail. She was slowly relenting.
She looked back at us. "Alright. You two hurry up, okay?"
"Okay, Mom," Syd called up to her. Moments later, they were out of sight.
I was kneeling over her as she turned to me. With a wink, she stood up and ran off the trail into the woods.
"Hurry up! We don't have much time!" she called back.
