In the morning, the six of us dressed ourselves and met Ross and the children in the hotel lobby with our luggage. A broad smile crossed my face as I took my daughter into my arms and kissed her forehead.
Lily was quiet.
Mom approached her and said, "I think it's time we talked."
"No, Mom," Lily replied. "You were right. I think there are things I don't need or want to know, at least not yet."
"Okay, but when you are ready to talk about what you heard, let me know."
Lily replied with a nod, and Ross took Mom aside.
"I don't know how much Lily figured out for herself, but she didn't learn anything from me. I may not accept your lifestyle, but I'm starting to understand why you never told us when we were kids. So, I will keep your secret, Mom."
"Thank you."
No one spoke during the flight home.
With a sigh, I dropped my and Liana's luggage at the foot of my bed before collapsing into my bed. Mom had warned me that meeting my grandparents would not go well, but I was not prepared.
Ty came in through our secret passageway and climbed onto the bed. Hovering over me, he leaned down and brushed his lips against mine.
"Not now, Ty. I'm not in the mood. I'm exhausted, and I smell like a sewer."
"I wasn't trying to... I thought you might need some support."
"It happened so fast; they second they saw us, Ty, they started insulting us."
"I know, and right in front of the kids. Mom's worried about Lily."
"Lily is the least of our concerns. It was in public; anyone could have heard it. And what if Victoria repeats what she heard?"
"Ross said his kids didn't hear anything. He sent them to play nearby when our grandparents started their insults."
"Well, that's a relief at least."
I snuggled closer to my brother, my eyes now heavy with sleep. Between raising the baby and confronting my grandparents, I didn't have any energy left. Ty held me in his arms, and I drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up from my nap, a few hours later, it was nighttime. I went to check on Mom and found her alone in her bedroom staring up at the ceiling. I knocked on the door, and she sat up, greeting me with a smile. Not a naughty one, but a motherly one. I sat next to her.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"I will be, Sky."
"I'm sorry I made you go; I thought I was helping you," I said.
"Oh, but you did, Sky. It felt amazing to tell my parents 'this is who I am and I proud of it.' I wouldn't have been able to without your push."
"I feel like I made everything worse," I said.
"No, honey. You didn't do anything."
"Mom? Can I ask why you're so casual about being incestuous?" I asked.
"I don't care anymore, Sky. I don't care to hide it, to be ashamed of it, or to deny myself it. When your father died, it happened so suddenly. I never thought I'd be able to move past it, but I did through you, my children. I formed such strong attachments with you and my other grown children that having sex with you just feels natural. Sex is how I love and feel loved, and how I can still feel close to your father. You, in particular, remind me so much of him, Sky. And not just in looks. I will not apologize or pretend to be ashamed."
"I understand you. I feel so close to you when we kiss. It's intoxicating."
I leaned in and connected my lips with hers in a slow kiss.
The next day, I went to my sister's apartment to meet her for lunch. I caught Millie in her bedroom trying desperately to pleasure herself. Rubbing her clit with one hand while a few fingers on her other hand were in jabbing in and out of her sex. But I knew the struggle. Once you had a taste of incest in our family, nothing compared.
"Yeah, good luck with that," I laughed.
"It's ridiculous!" Millie stated. "I've never had a big sex drive, but ever since the other night, I've been in a constant horny state."
"Been there," I said. "Don't worry, it'll calm down... eventually."
"Think you could help me out?" Millie asked. "I'm not really into girls, but incest is incest."
"Sadly, these fingers can only do so much for you if you're only used to cock. Even with Mom, who is very much into me sexually, what I can do for her is nothing compared to what the guys can do for her. You're better off calling Billy over," I said.
"Can't, he's working. Hey, what about -"
"Ty's at work till five," I interrupted.
"Ugh. Where are our brothers when we need them?" Millie complained.
"At work."