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Introduction:

COVID lockdown rekindles a forbidden relationship between a young man and his aunt, and dark family secrets come bubbling to the surface...

Part I

I walked down the front steps of my apartment and dropped my suitcase and overnight bag on the sidewalk. The moving van had cleared out a couple hours before and I had borrowed a vacuum from my neighbor to give the place a once over before I grabbed a quick shower and headed down to the sidewalk.

I was going home for a couple of months. The quarantine was coming, so my parents had offered to have their kids come home to ride things out with them. I was going to move back in to the room I had occupied as a kid, and my sister Bridget and her fiancee, Ethan, were going to be in the guest bedroom. We would all be working remotely until things settled down.

It didn't make sense to pay rent on my apartment while I was gone, so I terminated the lease and stored my stuff.

My aunt Kell was going to give me a ride to the airport. Kell was a good soul and someone I loved dearly. When I finished grad school I got a job offer in a town not too far from her. In the five months I had been there we usually got together for dinner or a movie every few weeks. She was far enough away that we didn't get together every week, but close enough that we could stay in touch. Kell was the youngest of my mother’s siblings, only eight years older than me.

She pulled up to the curb and I settled in for the 45 minute ride to the airport.

“Have you talked to Bella, lately?” she asked. Bella was my mom.

“Yes, about a week ago. She knows my arrival time and all that. Bridget is going to be the one picking me up at the airport. I talked to her last night.”

“I'm sorry to see you go. I haven't seen much of you in five or six years.”

“I know. Hopefully this will blow over in a couple of months.”

I didn't have a big sister, Bridget was two years younger than me and my only sibling, but Kell had always fulfilled that role, and we had been close. It had been tough when she had moved, which is why I had been excited to get picked up by an accounting firm near where she lived.

At the airport, she insisted on walking with me as far as she was allowed. We checked my bags at the counter and approached the line for security.

Kell hugged me.

“Jacob, I will miss not having you around,” she said, embracing me in a bear hug. “It's been fun. I look forward to when you come back.”

“Me too, Kell,” I said. I choked a tear back and when we disengaged I could see that Kell's green eyes were damp.

I got in the long line for security. Kell’s phone rang and she answered it as she walked away.

I turned back to the security line, shaking off the sadness. In a few hours I would see my family, and once this mess blew over I would be back here, and hanging out with Kell again.

Suddenly I heard Kell's voice. She was walking quickly back towards me, holding the phone.

“It's Bridget,” she said, handing me her phone.

“Hi Bridget,” I said, brightly. “I'm in the security line now. The departure list said my flight was on time, so I should be there . . .”

“Don't get on the plane,” Bridget interrupted. “Gramps got Covid, Mom and Dad are going to ride things down at his place in Florida. The plans for convening at their house are off.”

“What?” I said. “Is he okay? I can’t stay at home?”

“He’s fine. He’s fitter than most thirty-year-olds. He’s mostly just got sniffles and a bad attitude. But no, you can’t stay at home, I'm sorry, I wish it were different. I was looking forward to staying with everybody.”

“But I broke the lease on my apartment. What the hell am I supposed to do?”

“I already talked to Kell. You can hunker down with her.”

“What?” I said, looking at Kell. “She just has a studio apartment. I need to be able to work from home. She needs to be able to paint. We'll be in each other's way.”

“It's a big apartment,” Kell offered, joining the discussion. “We have space. But privacy could be a challenge.”

“Right,” I said into the phone. “No privacy. You know me, I'm a pretty private guy.”

“We can set up screens or blinds,” Kell offered helpfully.

“But . . . there's only one bed.”

“The couch is really comfortable. Plus I have a really big bed.”

“Jacob,” Bridget said. “Relax. It will be okay. You guys are close, aren't you? Won't you like being that close to her?”

“What's that supposed to mean?” I asked.

“You know, there was that time . . .”

“That was five years ago, and we don't talk about that.” I looked over to Kell, who had figured out what we were talking about. I was mortified that she would bring it up, but Kell giggled.

There had been this incident at the beach one night after my college sophomore year. Kell and I had gotten drunk and made out on the beach. That night my mom couldn’t sleep and went for a walk on the beach. When she found us, Kell had her hand down my suit and was stroking my hard-on. Her bikini top was off and my hands were all over her chest. It was sloppy and embarrassing.

Not that Kell wasn't attractive, she was beautiful with a thick, gorgeous mane of curly red hair above a fit body that held enough curves to look good. And it wasn't that we didn't connect well, we had great chemistry. But she was my aunt, and you just didn't have sex with your aunt.

When my mom caught us she turned her back and pretended she hadn’t seen anything. Kell was nonplussed and went back to stroking my cock, but I cut it off and we went back inside. The rest of the time at the beach, my mom had been distant and cold towards both of us.

When I got my MBA I had three job offers, one near my folks, one in Canada, and this one near Kell, just a couple hours flight from home. I had wanted to get out on my own, prove I could make it after living at home for so long, so the offer near home was out. I didn’t want to move to Canada and be over two thousand miles away, so I took the position near Kell.

I had made it really clear there not be a repeat of the infamous beach incident. Kell had agreed with a noncommittal shrug that had annoyed me. It bothered me that she didn't see what we did as wrong.

“I can't believe you would bring that up,” I repeated to Bridget, trying to sound annoyed.

“Whatever. I'm sorry,” she said. “You need a place to stay for awhile, you can stay with her. When this blows over, you can make another arrangement. But for now, you're stuck. So relax. We'll video chat tomorrow and you can let me know how you are doing. Have fun.”

The way she said “have fun” grated on me.

Kell had moved away and was standing next to the concourse windows, looking out. She wore a tank top over yoga pants. She looked good. I couldn’t deny I would love to continue where we left off that night on the beach.

No…no...no...no...that’s wrong...

Something stirred in my heart. Something else stirred in my pants and I realized I was heading towards an erection. I cleared my mind and it softened just enough not to be obvious.

I walked to Kell and handed her the phone. Kell said a few more words with Bridget, then hung up.

There was no way this was going to work out. Kell and I were polar opposites in many respects. She was a liberal arts major, I was business major. She was an artist, I was an accountant. She lived in a studio apartment, I had lived in a walkout garden apartment. She was a night owl, I was an early bird. She was bisexual – preferring men but open to women. I was purely straight. She was freewheeling and live-by-the-moment, up for anything. I was button-down, organized to a fault. She laughed about our tryst at the beach – and I wasn't sure she wouldn't try it again if she had the chance. I was bewildered I had almost had sex with my aunt.

How the hell were we going to live together in a space with no privacy? Would she try to repeat our earlier dalliance? Would I?

Kell put an arm around my shoulders.

“Come on, roomie, let's retrieve your luggage and go home.”

When we went to the counter we found out that my ticket was non-refundable, my luggage was already on the plane, and my gear wouldn't be back until a return flight tomorrow. I threw my hands up and we went home.

My aunt's apartment is pretty huge, but at the moment, it felt really tiny. The entire place looked and felt like my aunt. There was no place for me. How was I going to survive the quarantine?

Kell pulled out a couple of beers, opened them, and handed one to me. We sat down on the couch.

“Tomorrow we'll figure things out. For now, let's just relax. Do you want to order something for dinner?”

“Sure,” I murmured, lost in thought. My mind was running a mile a minute. Maybe Kell could just relax and worry about things tomorrow, but that wasn't my style. I need to figure out a plan. Once I had a strategy, I could relax. Plan and execute. That was how I rolled. I got up and wandered over to an open space near her studio where we had dropped my carry on. There was just enough room for a bed and a small chest. A couple of folding screens could provide some privacy.

“Come on, Jacob, please relax. It's going to be okay. Do you want pizza, Chinese, or Mexican?”

“Pizza,” I said. I pulled out my phone and made a list of things to buy at the store tomorrow or to fetch from storage. I had a plan – or the beginnings of one. That was all I needed. Now I could relax.

I wandered back over to my beer and took a swig. Kell was sitting on the love seat, so I intentionally sat down on the couch.

“Bet you didn’t expect this when you moved out here,” Kell finally said, breaking the silence.

“No,” I said. “This was the last thing on my mind.”

The corners of Kell’s mouth turned down just a bit at that, then she rallied and shot me a big grin.

“You mean you didn’t move out here just to be nearer to me?” It was said with just enough goofiness to be taken as a joke, but just enough seriousness in her eyes to make me pause.

I hesitated. That chink in the brick wall between me and my feelings for Kell grew a smidge.

“I . . .” I stammered for a second. “I was excited that one of my options was near a family member. I wanted to be away from home, but being nearer to you was a lot less scary than being all alone in a strange place. And . . .”

I paused. I considered what role Kell might have played in my thought process. I was Mr. Planning. I had my official story straight, but maybe there had been some underlying motives I held in my heart that didn’t make it into the spreadsheet I showed the world.

My hesitation filled the room.

The doorbell rang. Pizza guy. Saved by the bell.

I paid the pizza guy and Kell came back with dishes and napkins. I moved towards the dining table, but Kell set up on the coffee table next to the love seat. I took a seat next to her. My legs touched hers.

She cut two slices and handed one to me then started flipping through options on Netfix.

We debated what to watch, and finally decided on a subtitled foreign thriller. We both liked foreign film – that was a plus.

We finished the pizza in relative silence watching the movie. When we were done eating I leaned back. Kell leaned back. About halfway through the movie, she leaned against me and put her head on my shoulder.

“It’s nice to have you around, even if it’s not under the best circumstances. And I’m glad you moved out here.”

I smiled and put my arm around her shoulder. Her hair cascaded around my neck and shoulders. I could faintly smell her perfume.

We had sat like this before, in the intervening years since our dalliance on the beach, and it never meant anything. I didn’t give it too much of a second thought. Or did I?

Kell put a hand on my knee, her forearm resting against the top of my leg.

I was intensely aware of her, of her warm body next to me. I couldn’t deny that I wanted her. But it was wrong.

I looked down at her – her hair, her face, her breasts that moved slowly as she breathed, her legs curled under her like a cat. She was beautiful.

On the television screen, the protagonist and his main love interest were slipping into a love scene – a scene that had been building all through the film. It was one of those intense, sensual, erotic European scenes with lots of beautiful camera angles and breathlessly opened mouths.

I realized I was getting hard, and my erection was dangerously close to Kell’s arm. I didn’t dare move for fear of bumping into her. I froze.

Kell sighed softly as she watched, snuggling closer to me, pressing herself into me, her breasts against the side of my chest. Her arm moved and now rested against my erection.

She didn’t give any sign that she had noticed, though there was no way she couldn’t avoid it. She lay like that for the rest of the movie. Thankfully, my erection eased some once the sex scene ended. But I know that Kell knew I had been turned on.

My arousal wasn’t just purely sexual. I couldn’t deny that I felt a connection to her, a love that I had stuffed ever since the beach incident. I wasn’t sure I would be able to stuff it any longer.

When the movie ended it was getting near midnight. It was Saturday, so I didn't have to rush to bed, but my body knew it was getting near time for me to turn in.

Kell saw me yawning. “You tired?” she asked sitting up. I nodded.

“You can sleep on the couch,” she said. She got up and returned with sheets and a blanket. “You can go ahead and turn in now, I'll hang out in my bedroom.”

I felt bad, kicking her out of her own living room. I said so.

“Well, it's either that, or you go lay down in my bed and go to sleep. When I'm ready to go to bed I will wake you up and you can come out here. Does that sound better?”

I considered this. It sounded fine, I just was a little uncomfortable being in her bed, especially considering our history together – and her seeming nonchalance about it. But I was tired. I would at least give it a try.

My luggage was on an airplane, so all I had for clothes was what was in my carry on. Most of what I stuffed in the carry on had been computer equipment, since I knew I had a few clothes at my folks place if anything went wrong with my luggage. As I dug through my carry on, Kell heard my swearing.

“What's the matter,” she asked.

“I don't have anything to sleep in,” I said.

“Sleep naked. That's what I do.”

I would have been happier not knowing that – but I figured I would probably have found out that particular intelligence soon enough on my own. I sighed.

“I’ll sleep in my jeans, thank you.”

“No regular clothes in my bed, sorry. You can wear your underwear if you’re uncomfortable.”

“Okay.”

I carried a few toiletries into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, washed my face. When I came out of the bathroom, Kell was standing in the bedroom next to the bed. She hugged me.

“I promise, everything is going to be okay,” she said.

“I hope so.”

She stepped around the partition back out into the main part of the studio. I undressed down to just my boxers and climbed into the bed. The linen sheets were soft and cool. I pulled them up around my head. In the other room I could hear the television news playing softly.

The beer had helped calm my spinning thoughts. I had not expected to get to sleep, but to my surprise I drifted off quickly.

Someone shook me in the darkness. I slowly opened my eyes. Light filtered in from a light that was on in the studio. In the dim glow I could see Kell standing beside the bed.

“I'm going to bed,” she said. “I made up the couch for you.”

“What time is it?” I asked.

“3:30.”

Kell pulled off her tank top. I realized she was starting to undress to get into bed. I needed to be out before that happened.

I started to get up, then realized that I had a monstrous erection that was going to become blindingly obvious even in the dim light as soon as I got up. I hesitated.

“You know,” Kell said, “this is a king sized bed. There is more than enough room...”

I didn't even let her finish the thought. I rolled out of the bed and tried to hide the tent in my shorts.

“Don't I get a bedtime hug?” she asked. There was a tight squeeze past the chest and out of the bedroom area. Kell completely blocked my path.

“Uh...” I hesitated. That was all it took. She stepped forward and pressed herself against me. Her skin was soft and warm against mine. I could feel her chest through her bra, and recognized them from our encounter those years ago. Like old friends.

My erection pressed against her thigh. It took all my maneuvering to prevent it from popping out the fly of my boxers. When she let me go I scurried past.

Kell had made up the couch and I fell onto it, desiring more sleep but now I was wide awake. You know those nights when you are so tired that you fall asleep right away, but so wound up that if you wake up during the night you can’t get back to sleep? That was me.

My emotions were tearing me up. My desire for Kell. My self-loathing for desiring her. The joy I had felt cuddling with her on the couch. My discomfiture at her bumping into my erection – twice now. What the hell.

Like I always do when I am troubled by events, I started planning in my head. Plan A was to talk to Kell tomorrow about bringing my bed and a chest of drawers in from the storage area and setting up the unused section of the studio as my bedroom. She had alluded to that herself with her comment about screens. Check. Plan B. I needed a Plan B.

Skipping Plan B for a moment, Plan C was to get a new apartment of my own. Regardless of the virus, I could still get an apartment somewhere. I could make that work if the situation here became untenable.

Which brought me back to Plan B. Plan B, I realized, was the storage space. The bed was there and I had 24 hour access. If I had to I could crash there for a couple days until I got a new apartment. Plan B was temporary.

I had a plan. Finally. I could sleep. Except I couldn’t. I couldn’t because my brain was formulating Plan X without my permission. Plan X meant a relationship with Kell.

Plan X, which had been unthinkable hours before, was an option in play.

The erection that I had woken up with stirred back to life. Images of romantic interludes with Kell, dinners by candlelight, walks on the beach, or just sitting on the couch watching steamy foreign thrillers like last night. Thoughts of passion, her body against mine, unabashedly making love. Her hair, her lips, her breasts, her legs.

I couldn’t take it anymore. My balls were about to bust. I stood up, stumbled to the bathroom, intending to jack off into the toilet. But in my sleep-addled mind, I changed direction. Creeping on tiptoes, I peeked around the edge of the partition into Kell’s room. In the dim glow from her clock I could see her stretched out on the bed. She was on her back and the blankets were pushed down to her waist. Her hair fell across one of her breasts, the other was bare in the blue glow. It was exactly as I remembered, pert nipple perched high above a full, firm mound.

I had never in my life seen a woman who looked more beautiful, more desirable, than Kell looked right then.

I pushed my boxers to the floor and stood naked in the doorway to my aunt’s bedroom, stroking my cock. Every fiber in my being strained at me to go to her, to get in bed with her, to take her in my arms.

I stepped forward until I stood at the foot of her bed. My balls begged me to come, but I didn’t want to, I wanted to hold this moment forever. I slowly, gently, worked my hands up and down my cock. The tip was damp with pre-come.

She moaned in her sleep and shifted her position. The sheet slid down, revealing a tidy dark bush that matched her hair. I moaned, edging myself. Her skin looked soft and silky. I let my eyes wander from the shape of her legs under the sheet, to the shadows between her thighs, up her stomach to her breasts, pert and high, and finally up to her mouth, that was parted, and to her eyes.

Eyes that were open and staring back at me.

She said nothing, just slid up on the bed to a sitting position against the headboard, and turned on a light, her eyes locked on mine. My heart sank and I prepared for the uncomfortable questions that were to follow. It always seemed that any time I got involved with Kell, it ended with uncomfortable questions. This, I knew, would be the end of any chance I had at Plan X – if I even wanted Plan X. In the morning I would have to find a new place to live. Damn.

My cock softened. I hung my head, looking at the floor, waiting for the inevitable lashing out.

Silence.

I dared to raise my eyes. She was looking at me, her eyes filled with the same need that had compelled me to come to her room. Her eyes were open wide, her lips gently parted, her hair falling around her shoulders.

She had one hand caressing a breast. She ran her fingers lightly across the underside, and across the nipple, back and forth, back and forth. Circling the nipple with a finger, she lifted it and lowered her head, running her tongue in circles around the aureole.

Her other hand was buried deep between her legs. She saw my eyes looking and pulled them apart, revealing strands of auburn, curly hair plastered to the edges of her drenched slit. She ran a finger down her labia, then parted them, giving me a look at something I had only ever dreamed of since that night on the beach.

My cock leapt back to full attention. Our eyes locked and I stroked. I took a step forward towards her, then another, and another, until finally I was positioned just a couple of feet away from her. She stared at my cock, the aperture at the tip was gaped wide by the erection and pre-come was dribbling out. The sheets between Kell’s legs were soaked with her fluid.

She moaned softly and whispered. “Come for me, please come for me.”

I had been edging, but that was all it took. My balls contracted and a thick, sticky shot of come arced out and landed in the middle of the puddle of grool on her sheets. Shot after shot of the ropy jizz landed on her sheets.

Kell’s own rubbing had become frantic. Her eyes were still locked on my cock, but the hand that had been rubbing her breasts reached out to the puddle of juice in front of her, rubbed it across her fingers, then smeared it across her chest.

I had thought I was almost done coming, but this added fuel to my fire as a fresh load shot out, landing on her hand as it scooped up more of our combined juices to rub on her body. Finally she arched her back and lifted herself up on her knees as she came, a fresh flood of juices mixing with mine on the sheets.

She sank back onto the bed. I leaned back against the wall. We stared at each other.

I was the first to break the silence. “I’ll change the sheets,” I said.

“Only if you’ll join me in bed,” she answered. “If not, at least I have something to remember you by,” she added and ran her hands along the puddle again, lifting her fingers to her mouth. Her tongue darted out, licking slowly up her fingers, tasting the gaps between where the juices stuck together and lingered. She individually put each finger into her mouth and sucked it clean.

She held out her other hand to me.

“Want a taste, baby?” she asked.

The enormity of what I had just done struck me. My cock sank. I shook my head. Silently, a broken man, I withdrew, my head spinning even worse than before I had shot my load.

I was frightened.

Plan X was starting to look dangerously close.

Part II

I walked out to the couch but couldn’t back to sleep. Finally I got up around 6:00, folded the bedclothes, and made coffee. In one of those weird things, once I decided I was getting up, I got really tired, and I fell asleep in the love seat, my coffee steaming on the table in front of me.

I was awoken several hours later by the sounds of Kell moving around the kitchen making a fresh pot of coffee. She heard me stir.

“Do you want any?” she asked.

“Yes,” I called back. “I fell asleep before I drank any.”

The sounds of coffee making continued, then once the pot was brewing, I stood up, picked up my full-but-now-cold mug, and turned to the kitchenette.

And beheld Kell.

She stood in the kitchen in just a sports bra and an open light robe. Her full but neatly trimmed red bush matched her hair perfectly. Some of the hair was still stuck to her skin after last night’s adventure.

She saw the look on my face.

“Oh, right. You’re hung up about nudity, sorry.”

“No,” I said. “It’s fine. I’m just not used to it, that’s all. Sorry to stare.”

“Stare all you want,” she said. “I’d love another mutual masturbation session. Or even the real thing.”

She kissed my cheek, handed me a fresh cup of coffee, and walked into the living area, setting down on the love seat as if nothing had happened out of the ordinary.

It seemed that the genie was out of the bottle, now I had to figure out a way to get it back inside.

“I’ve been thinking,” I said. “You’ve got a whole section of the studio over there that’s not used. How about if I put my bed and a chest over there. Then we can get a couple screens, and I can have a partitioned area as a bedroom. Just like you.”

She shrugged.

“Okay, but it seems like a lot of work,” she said then patted the love seat next to her. “Can we talk straight, just for once, please?” Her eyes pled with me.

I sighed and sat down, but kept my own eyes locked on the coffee cup I held in my lap.

Kell put her hand on my arm.

“Jacob,” she said. “We have feelings for each other. There’s nothing wrong with that. We’re adults.”

“You’re my aunt,” I said, but my own words sounded weak. “My mom, Bella, is your sister. We shouldn’t be doing . . . things. I shouldn’t have been looking at you and . . . you know . . . while you were sleeping. I apologize.”

“Don’t apologize! Last night was beautiful. Two people who care deeply for each other took pleasure in their company. We can’t keep acting like there’s nothing there. Wasn’t our relationship the reason you took the job out here?”

“I didn’t think it was, but now I’m not sure. I thought I picked this offer because it was away from home but not too far. And because I had family here.”

“Just family?” Kell asked.

I finally looked her in the eyes. “I don’t know.”

“Can we just try for awhile? For a little while? See if it works?”

“What do I tell my mom?”

“I’m not worried about her, and you shouldn’t be. We’re our own two people. This is our life, not theirs. Plus, your mom isn’t that much older than me. She was no angel in her time. Someday I’ll tell you the stories you never heard.”

She repeated herself. “Can we try, please? Not for them, but for us?”

I had never understood the word ‘longing’ up until that point. I longed for Kell. I reached over and we kissed.

“Can I have just a little time to think. Like, just today?” I asked.

“Of course,” she said. She looked so sweet, so beautiful, her tightly curly red hair cascading around her green eyes and freckled face. I wanted her so badly.

I tore myself away.

“I’m running over to the storage space to make sure nothing was broken by the movers,” I said. “I’ll be back later this afternoon.”

“No problem. I’ll probably paint today.”

During the 45 minute drive to the storage space, I had way too much time to think, and that is never a good thing. So by the time I arrived at the storage space, I had convinced myself that the only real plan was Plan B – where I lived in the storage space for a few days until I found a new apartment.

The storage space was small and cold, but I didn’t have that much stuff and I was able to make just enough room to set up the bed. I could do this.

I lay down on the bed and lay my back against the concrete wall. I realized I would have to go back to Kell’s to get my laptop. But I had my phone for now and I could start my apartment search.

Except I noticed my phone was down to 25% because I hadn’t charged it last night. I had a charger in the car, but then I realized there were no outlets. What would I do when it got dark? Crap.

Plan B was falling apart already. That left only Plan A – and Plan X.

I lay down on the bed. I longed for Kell. I thought of her apartment, warm inside. I thought of Kell, and how warm she would be inside. She was waiting for me.

She was my aunt. You didn’t go around fucking your aunt.

I was torn. I was stricken. I started to cry.

My phone chimed. It was Bridget, Skyping me as had promised yesterday. Fuck.

I thought about ignoring her, but decided against it. I sat up against the cinderblock wall, dried my face, and accepted her call. Her face popped up on my screen in front of a blank, nonde*********** white wall.

“Hiya bro!” she said cheerfully.

“Hi Bridge,” I said.

“Where are you?” she asked, taking in the scene. “Is that your bed in the storage area? You’ve been crying. Jacob, what’s the matter?”

My sister and I have always had pretty straightforward conversations. There’s not a lot we haven’t discussed. As the only two kids my mom had, it kind of came with the territory. Whenever one of us got into a bind and we would talk to the other, we usually spilled the whole story. It was almost an automatic reaction.

When the beach incident had happened, I had told her about that, as well. And we never talked about it or my feelings for Kell again – until yesterday.

I told Bridget everything that had occurred in the past 24 hours, end-to-end, from the moment we hung up at the airport yesterday to the second her call came in today. Even the mutual masturbation session with Kell. I cried a lot.

“Wow,” she said when I was finished. “No more bullshit. Did you take this job so you could be near Kell? Yes or no.”

“I . . . I didn’t think so,” I said, between sniffles. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” she practically yelled in exasperation. “Jacob, for fuck’s sake. You are the most organized, hyper-planned person I know. I remember one time as a kid you made a schedule of everything you were going to do on your free time for the next month. A couple years ago we were deciding what to order for dinner and you said you had a busy day the next day so not to order Mexican because it would throw off your pooping schedule. How can you say you don’t know?”

“I don’t know. Fuck it. I don’t know Bridget, okay?”

There was a long silence, then Bridget started laughing. “Maybe you don’t know, but everyone else in the family assumes you guys are an item!”

“They do? And their okay with it?”

“More like they love you both and they have accepted that two grown, mature adults are having a relationship and they just have to deal with it. Acceptance, not approval.”

“And did you think we were a pair?”

“Yes! I’m not staying at Ethan’s, he and I are staying at mom and dad’s. You could have too, but when they had to go out of town, I figured you would probably prefer to hang out with Kell. Look . . .” she swung the camera around, revealing the office in my parents’ house.

“You lied to me!”

“I did it with the best intent, I thought I was doing you a favor. Look, if you want to come out here and stay with us, you can. No more games.”

“Really?”

“Yes, but Kell isn’t going to wait forever. The door is open now, it has been open for the last five years. She thought you were walking through it when you came to town. If you walk away now, the door may be closed forever.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because she called me right before I called you. She was crying and basically told me the same story you did. Except she left out the part about your little stroke party – thanks for sharing that…” She shook her head.

“Kell really thought I moved to town to be near her?”

“Yep, and you broke her heart.”

I thought of my first week in town. Kell and I had gone to dinner. She had looked gorgeous in a filmy blue silk dress and I noticed how beautiful she was.

And I had broken her heart.

“I need to get home. I need to fix this.”

I grabbed a couple of boxes of clothes to take back with me – I figured I would be at Kell’s for the long haul and beyond, then I bolted. My mind was racing down the pathways of Plan X, calculating, pondering, giving me directions. I made two quick stops then raced to Kell’s.

Kell was still dressed as I had left her that morning – except the robe was gone and she wore a painter’s smock. She was sitting on a stool in her studio, but didn’t look like she was doing much painting.

Her eyes were red as if she had been crying, but they lit up when they saw the huge bouquet I presented her.

“A peace offering,” I said, as she took the bouquet. “And I have dinner tonight. I trust you still like my blackened trout recipe?”

“I love your blackened trout recipe,” she said, with a sniffle.

She wrapped her arms around me. I looked into her green eyes, pushed a strand of curls from her face.

“I am sorry,” I said. “I’m a cowardly, sad, over-calculating jerk. Let’s give this thing a try, shall we?”

She kissed me.

“Let’s pick up where we left off,” she whispered.

My pulse beat in my ears, pounded in my cock. My hands slid down her back to her bare ass behind the smock. This moment had been building across five years of suppressed feelings. I needed her, I needed release. Later we could have slow, passionate sex, but for now I wanted to burn with her like a meteor flaring on entry. Hot, fast, with an afterglow.

She had other ideas.

She kissed me quickly on the lips, then pulled back.

“Do you have a bathing suit?” she asked.

“A what? A bathing suit? Why?”

“Like I said, I want to pick up where we left off.”

She wanted to – literally – pick up where we left off. Meaning where we were when my mother – her sister – interrupted us five years ago.

I dashed down to the car and came back with a stack of three boxes piled precariously in my arms. I dumped them in the corner next to my overnight bag and my suitcase which had been delivered by the airline while I was at the storage space.

Kell came out of her bedroom area wearing a bikini. It wasn’t the exact bikini she was wearing that day on the beach, but it was the same basic format. I dug out a pair of trunks and scooted in the bathroom to change. I came out shirtless, shoeless, in just the trunks.

She gestured me over to the rug that sat in the living room area. She sat down with her legs apart in front of her. She tossed her top to the side and seated me like I was seated that night on the beach, facing her, my legs above hers.

“Wow,” I whispered. “I remember where my hands were . . . and where yours were.”

She giggled and leaned forward to give me a kiss. I took her breasts in my hands. She stroked my cock through my trunks, then loosened the waist cord and reached inside, sliding her full hand up and down the shaft. She used a fingernail to gently rub under the tip, then wrapped her hand hand around it again. We kissed again. I teased her tongue with mine.

This was exactly where we had left off on the beach that night five years ago.

My phone rang with a video call.

“There she is, busted again,” I said, stifling a snicker. Kell started laughing as well. I leaned back. The mood was momentarily broken as we both cracked up.

I leaned back in, put my hand around Kell’s neck, pulled her towards me. Our lips kissed.

Kell giggled, then broke into laughing again.

“I can’t deal with it,” she said, wiping laughter tears from her eyes. “Go check your phone, see who it is. I bet it’s Bella.”

I was laying on the floor holding my sides as tears of laughter rolled down my face. I crawled to the phone.

“Nope, it’s Bridget,” I said. “I’ll call her back when we’re done.” I tossed the phone back on the table.

Kell lept at me and pulled me flat on my back on the floor and rolled on top of me. The laughter and silliness was gone. She needed to fuck. I needed to fuck. No more interruptions or trying to re-create the past. Here and now, hot and hard, were all that mattered.

She planted her lips on mine hard enough that I felt the back of my head sink into the carpet. I pressed back. Our damp lips met. I inhaled her breath, her life.

She disengaged and ran her tongue down my chest, licking my nipples. I gave a little moan. Her hair cascaded across my body. I ran my hand through her curls. I hit spots where the jizz/grool from last night’s stroke fest had dried and tangled hair. The fact that she was still covered in her own juices and my come made me only harder.

Her mouth reached the top of my bathing suit. My cock was straining, tenting the fabric. She looked up at me and our green eyes met.

“I have been waiting an eternity for this moment,” she whispered.

She used her mouth to slide the trunks down and off. She ran her tongue up my leg, starting at the ankle, sliding up the inside of the calf, the inside of my thighs. As she moved, her breasts slid along my skin, I could feel her hard nipples against my legs. She lowered her head and breathed against my balls, my cock, then ran her tongue up the underside, flicking it across the base of the head.

I gasped. “Jesus Kell, suck it.”

“You want me to suck your cock?” she whispered softly. “Tell me you want me to suck it.”

“Suck it already.”

“What’s the magic word?” she asked, still flicking her tongue all around the head, driving me mad.

“Please. For fuck’s sake, please either suck it or fuck it. I don’t care which, just do something.”

She giggled and for a moment I was afraid she was going to lapse into another round of laughter. But she opened her mouth, closed her lips, and slid them down the shaft about halfway, where she stopped and pulled back up, my cock slipping free from her lips with a loud pop.

“Can’t take it all?” I challenged.

“Oh, please,” she shot back, rolling her eyes.

She slid her mouth down again, this time about three-quarters of the way. Then, before I could make any more comments, she slid her lips down until they were at the very base. I could see her distension. It felt incredible and it looked hot.

Slowly she slipped my cock back out of out throat. It slid free of her mouth and left a thread of slime from the tip to her lips. She smiled and let the slime dribble down her tits.

“Any more questions about how much I can take?” she asked.

“Nope,” I said. “But when you get finished playing around, maybe we can finally come?”

She squealed and smacked my chest. “You’re evil,” she said, then planted another kiss on my lips.

Kell ran her hands down her body to her auburn bush. Like her hair, her pussy hair had spots of our congealed grool/jizz matting it. Spreading her legs, she straddled my cock and slowly slid herself downwards, my cock disappearing into her tiny, curly forest. Her mouth had been incredible. Between her legs she was beyond my wildest dreams.

I felt her lobes press against the base of my cock. Rivulets of her juice ran down between my legs and across my balls. I ran my hands up her stomach to her breasts. They were beautiful, soft but firm, her nipples pointing to the sky, hard and pink. I pinched one. She lifted her hands to mine and squeezed her breasts through my hands, moaning. I moaned as she rotated her hips around and around. Every time she would rotate forwards the bottom of my cock head would rub against her vaginal walls. I groaned.

“Where did you learn that move?” I asked, gasping.

“Oh, just a little something I picked up,” she said, leaning sharply forward unexpectedly, pushing against the most sensitive place on my cock. I barely was able to edge away from coming.

“Just fuck me,” I moaned.

“That’s what I’m doing, silly,” she said, making a couple more rotations of her hips. I closed my eyes and thought I was either dying or had already died and gone to heaven - because nowhere else could I imagine a woman who could do this to a man. My thighs and my balls were drenched with her fluids.

She leaned forward again, sending more shivers through my body, and pressed her breasts into my face. I sucked and kissed them until she pulled back and started sliding her body up and down on my cock. Her pussy was soaked and she moved freely across the shaft.

This was it, she was finally going to finish me.

She moved up and down slowly at first, then with more urgency. Rivulets of sweat ran down between her breasts, became milky from the dried fluids there, and then ran down her stomach to her snatch. She moved faster and faster, I arched my back. I felt an orgasm wash over her, yet still she pumped herself up and down on my cock.

I couldn’t stand it. I felt my balls tighten. I was about to explode.

At the very last second she pulled out and leaned forward, pressing her stomach against me and squeezing my cock between our bodies. My load shot out all over both of our stomachs. I groaned, I moaned, I panted, I saw stars.

I hugged her to my body. I had never felt so complete, so in love, in my entire life.

Part III

My phone was ringing, a video call. I opened my eyes. I lay on the floor of Kell’s apartment. Kell was lying on top of me, in my arms. We had fallen asleep after our lovemaking.

The phone squawked again, Kell stirred. She rolled off of me so I could get the phone, then both of us swore. The skin of our stomachs was glued together with drying semen. It was like pulling tape away.

“It’s Bridget,” I said, snatching the phone. “We should probably answer it since the last time she talked to either one of us we were crying, plus we just avoided her call when we were . . . you know.”

“I guess,” Kell said. “Her timing before was just hysterical.” She started giggling again, and I had to fight to maintain a straight face. She hovered behind me as I answered the phone. Bridget’s face popped up on the screen.

“Hi Bridget!” I said. Kell waved from behind me.

“Um . . . hi,” Bridget said, peering at the image on her screen. “Did I interrupt something? Are you guys naked?”

“Interesting questions,” I said, giggling again, which unleashed another round of laughter from Kell. “The first time you called you interrupted something – but we’re finished now.”

Kell continued laughing. “You interrupted us at the exact same moment your mother interrupted us five years ago,” she said. “Down to the second. What a fucking hoot!”

“And, furthermore,” I added, “yes, we are naked.”

“Um, nice,” said Bridget. “The last time I talked to either of you involved a lot of crying, so I just wanted to check and see how you were making out. I didn’t necessarily expect you would, literally, be making out.”

This started the whole laughter thing again. Bridget shook her head.

“So I guess you two have sorted things out?” she asked.

“We’re getting there.”

“Good,” said Bridget. She looked at us, then bit her lip.

“What? What’s wrong?” I asked.

“It’s you two,” she replied.

Kell interjected, “We make a cute couple, don’t we?” More giggling. She wrapped her arms around me from the back and rested her head on my shoulder.

Bridget nodded. “Now that you have connected, and the chemistry between you is out in the open, you make a really cute couple. Yeah. Wow.”

“We’re going to have a romantic dinner, then pick up where we just left off,” Kell said, hugging me tight.

Bridget bit her lip again.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“It’s just . . . oh, never mind.”

There was a long pause, then Kell put the pieces together.

“You’re trying to figure out how to ask if you can watch, aren’t you?”

The lip bite got even harder. Then Bridget slowly nodded. “Now that you have things worked out, you have a chemistry that is smoking hot.”



Silence took over the conversation.

“Hmm,” Kell said. “We would need to talk about that.”

“I’m sorry,” Bridget said. “I should never have opened my mouth. I apologize. Forget I said anything.”

I looked at Kell, and she looked at me. I wasn’t thrilled with the idea, but I also realized that if it weren’t for Bridget playing matchmaker this morning, Kell and I probably would have never connected. I would have gotten on a plane home and the door would have shut behind me. So if she wanted to watch me fuck Kell within an inch of her life, it seemed like she had earned it – even if it felt a little wrong. But my definition of what was and wasn’t wrong had undergone some pretty drastic revisions in the past few hours.

“Don’t apologize. If it weren’t for your help this never would have finally happened,” I said. “Let us talk it over, then we’ll let you know.”

“So you’re not mad?” Bridget asked.

“You saved our relationship when I was about to burn that bridge,” I said. “I’m not mad.”

“Thanks, bro.”

“No problem, sis,” I said. Then, changing the subject, I asked “How’s Ethan adjusting to quarantine.”

She rolled her eyes. “Not well. We’re only a couple days in and he was acting like a caged tiger. I sent him back to his apartment. So I’m here alone now.”

Bridget’s relationship with Ethan had become a little rocky as the wedding approached. Everyone assumed it was just the stress but now Bridget and some others had begun to wonder if Ethan just wasn’t a good fit.

“So nobody to stop you from watching later,” Kell said. “If we agree to it.”

“Nobody.” Bridget fingered the top button of her blouse nervously.

“We’ll let you know in a bit, after we talk,” I said. We said our goodbyes and ended the call.

“Wow,” I said. “That was unexpected. What do you think?”

“What’s the harm in it? It’s not like you guys haven’t seen each other naked before. I mean, you guys have even slept in the same room at times. She’s seen your morning wood. Plus, haven’t you ever fantasized about being watched?” she asked.

I had fantasized about being watched while I had sex. My last girlfriend I had before moving here had an exhibitionist streak and fantasies about being caught. We had done three dangerous fucks before I finally broke it off for fear of what it would do to my career if I was on a sex offender’s list.

“Bridge is a safe way to indulge those fantasies,” Kell continued. “She’s not going to tell, we won’t get into trouble, and she gets to fulfill her fantasy of seeing her hot brother fuck her hot aunt. She probably has wanted to see you have sex or masturbate ever since puberty. And if we ask, she might even give us a strip-n-rub show of her own. I’d love to see her come.”

I pictured my dark-haired, dark-eyed, busty baby sister playing with herself. Another hidden fantasy suddenly came to life. I knew she had some hot toys too.

My cock answered for me before I could speak. “I want to see her use her toy collection,” I added verbally.

Kell pushed me back on the floor, and laid a kiss on me that brought me to full attention. She gave my cock a tentative rub.

“Want me to tide you over until after dinner, or do you want to save it all for baby sis?” she asked, tickling the tip.

“Save it for Bridge,” I said. “I want her to see the maximum load when big brother comes all over her favorite aunt just for her. And come all over you I will.”

Kell squealed in delight.

“This is going to be so fucking hot. I can’t wait to set this up.” She rolled over to where her phone was and before I knew it had snapped a pic of me lying on the floor with my cock pointing at the ceiling.

She sighed and texted away contentedly on her phone while I watched her. A minute later, she showed me a shot Bridge sent her. It was a pair of soaking wet panties.

I stared at the ceiling thinking of anything but sex until my erection softened a little.

“I need to take a shower and start cooking,” I said, getting up.

“I’ll join you.”

“Nope. There will be no more funny business until Bridge is on the line. Save it for her. You can shower when I am done.”

“Ooh, denying me. Sexy.” She made a pouty face.

“And we need to decide what we are wearing to our romantic dinner,” I added.

“Oooh, can I pick your outfit?” Kell asked.

“Only if I can pick yours.”

“Deal!”

She crawled over to where my luggage and boxes were and started pawing through them. I already knew what I wanted her to wear. I went back into her bedroom where she had a walk-in closet with a lot of room and a lot of clothes. I didn’t immediately see what I sought, so I went one-by-one through both racks on both sides. In the very back, hidden where she wouldn’t have to see it and be reminded of her heartbreak, was the sleek, silk electric blue dress she had worn that first night we met when I came to town. The night I had broken her heart.

In the studio, she was still on her knees digging through my boxes. When she saw the dress, her heart caught in her throat. She sank her head in her hands and cried.

“I am so sorry I broke your heart,” I said. “You looked so beautiful in this dress. I want you to wear it tonight so I can make it up to you.”

She stood and embraced me, sobbing into my chest, then she pulled back and nodded.

“I will wear it,” she said.

“And nothing else,” I added.

Her sly smile returned behind her tears.

“And nothing else.”

She picked me out a pair of soft khaki slacks and a dress shirt, which she insisted be mostly unbuttoned, and added her own “and nothing else” instructions.

I showered, shaved, dressed and came out for her inspection. She unbuttoned a couple more buttons then gave me a thumbs up and I got to work on the kitchen while she took a long bath and shampoo. I took her in a glass of wine.

When she came out from her bedroom right before we ate, she wore the blue dress. The spaghetti straps cascaded down her shoulders, partially hidden by her mane of curly red hair. The fabric draped softly over her breasts accentuating them within the folds. Her upward-facing nipples pressed sharply against the satin, clearly visible, and she had left a deep V in the neckline that reached all the way down to her navel. Below the belt, I could see flashes of her freshly trimmed red pubic hair when she walked. Nothing underneath, as I had directed.

I, too, wore nothing underneath, and I didn’t even make an effort to try to hide how beautiful and desirable she looked.

A single tear traced down her cheek as she walked towards me and did a pirouette, smiling.

“I bought it just for you,” she said.

“I love it,” I whispered back as she leaned in for a kiss. “And I love you.”

We kissed. She hugged me and pressed herself close. The feel of her body under the satin dress was sleek and sensual. She slid a hand down my chest, to the front of my khakis, running her fingers along my cock through the fabric.

“You sure you don’t want me to take care of that before we eat?” she asked. “I know there’s plenty more where that came from.”

“Nope. Baby Bridge is going to have to watch while paint every inch of your body with my seed.”

“Promises, promises,” she said.

She took a selfie of the two of us and sent it to Bridget, making sure one of her tits was sticking out and my erection was obvious. Bridget shot back a photo of herself in just a handbra.

Kell and I sat down to eat. We talked about growing up, about our relationships with my mom, about our relationship with each other. The fish came out perfect and we had a delightful candle light dinner over glasses of wine.

When we were done, I started to clean up.

“That can wait,” Kell said. “I think we’ve teased poor Bridget long enough.”

With Kell’s stage direction, I set up a webcam in the bedroom pointing at the bed. I hooked up a video cable and twiddled the settings so the picture of Bridget would go through the bedroom TV, while the picture we were transmitting would appear on the smaller laptop screen – so we could see what she saw. Kell and I sat on the edge of the bed. I video’d Bridget and a moment later she came to life on the big screen.

I caught my breath.

My baby sister was sitting on her bed. You couldn’t fairly call Bridge fat, but she wasn’t svelt. She had a big bust and solid hips, but a narrow enough waist to really pull it off. She wore a black corset, lace panties, garters and fishnet stockings. She wore no bra and her breasts hung over the top of the corset. She had done up her hair and put on makeup.

Kell squealed. My jaw dropped.

“Oh my god,” she cried. “You really outdid yourself. You look gorgeous.”

Bridget smiled.

“Hey there, big big brother,” she said, holding her hands out in front of her like she was holding an immense cock that had suddenly sprouted between her legs.

“Hey there, big little sister,” I replied, juggling an invisible pair of large breasts in front of my chest.

“You like?” she asked me, running her hands across her breasts and down the corset.

I smiled into the camera.

“Bridge, you look like a goddess,” I said.

Kell stood up and spun around, showing off her dress for the camera.

“I bought this for our first dinner when Jacob moved here,” she said. “I’ve been waiting five months to get it all sticky.” She threw her hands over her head and shimmied, swaying her hips side to side, dancing to an invisible beat only she heard in her head. She rotated slowly, running her hands down her body. Finally she turned and pointed dramatically to Bridget on the screen, throwing her hips forward.

“What do you want your sexy-as-fuck aunt and your hung-like-a-horse brother to do first?” she asked my baby sister.

“Kell, you are so gorgeous,” said Bridget “I want you to open that dress and spread your legs so Jacob can taste that beautiful pussy of yours.” There was no hesitation in that answer. I swallowed. My sister just asked to watch her brother eat out her aunt. And I was getting harder and harder at the thought.

“Perfect!” Kell exclaimed. She spun 360 degrees on her toes, then turned and pointed at me. “And you, what do you want your big-sexy-titties baby sister to do first?”

“Bridget, I can’t believe how beautiful you are,” I said. “I want you to rub and suck your delicious breasts, slowly.”

“Excellent choice!” Kell cheered. She did another pirouette, coming to a stop directly in front of me, her legs spread apart, her hands on her hips. She looked over her shoulder to Bridget. Bridget had just started slowly rubbing her breasts, squeezing the nipples, even lifting them up to her mouth and sucking them. She had wide, brown aureoles that pointed just below horizontal.

This was my baby sister. She was beautiful, she was confident, and she was sexy.

Kell pointed at the tent my khakis. “You better whip that thing out, mister, before you bust your zipper.” She turned to Bridget. “I’ve offered twice to provide him a little relief while we waited for tonight. He said he wanted to make sure his little baby sister got the full effect when we shot his load all over me. He said he was going to drown me in his juice. You ready to watch that, sis?”

“I can’t wait,” Bridget whispered.

I unbuckled my khakis and kicked them off. My cock was at full attention and pointed skyward. I moved the camera into position, and Kell shoved me back on the bed. Opened her dress, revealing her breasts, her high nipples, her fiery red bush over pink lobes that hung down. She looked amazingly hot. Even Bridget gasped.

“Kell, you are so beautiful,” she said.

Kell raised her arms over her head and did the little sexy dance again like she had done at the start. She was so beautiful, so sexy, so perfect. I loved her in a way I didn’t know I ever could.

I slipped to my knees beside the bed as Kell sat down and spread her legs, pointing her perfect little pussy straight into the camera. Bridget gasped again and made a little squeaking noise. Kell’s musk was delightful as I moved my nose closer to her auburn jungle.

The curly patch of fur tapered down to just a light, short, buzz cut around her pussy lips. Her labia were pinkish-brown, soft and meaty. I ran my tongue up them, curling it at the end to catch the underside of her clit that was just peeking out from inside its little hood. I repeated that performance several times, then used my thumb and forefinger to gently part her lips and grant me access to her deeper parts.

“God that’s good,” Kell murmured. I lifted my head just enough to peer past her red bush. Her head was laid back, her eyes close, her hair a halo about her face. With one hand she caressed a breast. The other she was sliding down towards her pussy. When it reached her clit I lifted it and moved it away.

“No cheating,” I said.

“Ugh . . . god, well quit slacking and get busy.” The hand I had pushed away suddenly grabbed a handful of my hair and pressed my entire face into her snatch. I came away wet from forehead to chin, with more running down my neck towards my chest. “Lick me, damn you!” she cried.

I slipped my tongue into the depth of the folds of her labia and ran it up. When I got to her clit, I planted my lips full around the tip and sucked. She moaned. “That’s better,” she murmured.

I glanced over at the TV screen. Bridget’s nipples had shrunken and hardened, tightening her breasts. She was running her fingers lightly across them, up and down, and occasionally licking them. All the while, her eyes were locked on the screen, watching me at work between Kell’s thighs.

I worked up and down Kell’s slit for another minute, eliciting sighs and a steady flow of grool, then I slipped a finger inside of her, feeling for that magic spot. When I found it I gave it a flick with the tip of my finger. She arched her back so I repeated the performance, again and again. I added more licks up the labia, sucks on the clit. Kell groaned loudly and arched her back again. Her tits were pointed skyward, her nipples hard as darts. She grunted and a flood of liquid gushed into my mouth and down my chin as she reached orgasm.

I continued my ministrations until she came again.

As Kell gathered herself after her second orgasm, I looked at the screen again. Bridget was still working over her breasts, but also had slipped another hand into her panties. “Enough of that,” Bridget said. “Suck his cock,” she ordered.

I adjusted the camera again. It was my turn to lay back on the edge of the bed and Kell leaned forward and kissed me. Our lips met, parted, she slipped her tongue into my mouth. To the side, Bridget moaned. Kell unbuttoned my shirt all the way and pushed it to the side, then ran her tongue down my chest. When she got to my cock, she dove right in, shoving her lips all the way down right away. I groaned and threw my head back.

Kell pulled back, stopped halfway, the slid all of the way back down.

“Fuck yeah,” I murmured. “Suck it.”

She pulled back to the tip, teasing the underside of the head with her tongue, drawing strings of pre-come and throat-slime from tip. She pulled free and looked over at the screen.

Bridget’s eyes were wide as she watched Kell work my cock. I could see the outline of her fingers rotating around her clit underneath the thin lacy fabric of her panties.

“Lose the panties, big little sister” I said to Bridget. “I want to see your pussy.”

“Yes, big big brother,” she purred. She stood up slowly, running her hands down her body and her legs, then bent over, pointing her slit and ass straight at the camera, and slipped her thong downward. Her slit was shaven bare with only the narrowest landing strip above it. She, too, had meaty lips like Kell.

“Good girl, now get back to work,” I ordered.

“Yes brother,” she said. She sat back down on the bed and spread her legs. Her lobes glistened with moisture. She ran her fingers up and down her slit and masturbated.

Meanwhile, Kell licked the underside of my cock, working up from the base to the tip and back. I looked over at the display showing our camera angle and realized that Kell’s hair was blocking Bridget’s view. I stopped her for a second, reached over for a hair ribbon. Kell’s unruly, curly mane wasn’t the type that lent itself well to pony tails, but I managed to wrestle it into a rough approximation that got the hair out of her face and gave a clearer shot to the camera. I shifted the camera so that my cock and Kell’s ministrations filled the screen. With a full, front seat view of Kell swallowing my pole, Bridget had slowed her motions and was focusing on watching us rather than pleasuring herself.

“Keep going, sis,” I commanded. “I want to see toys.”

“No problem. It’s time for you to fuck him, Kell” she shot back.

Kell giggled. “Yes, ma’am,” she said. “What camera angle does the sister want? Side view, POV, or asshole view?”

“Side view.”

I adjusted the camera. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Kell as she straddled my cock. The insides of her thighs were wet as they pressed against my side. She slipped her slick pussy onto my erection, tightening the muscles as she pulled me in.

I looked over at my sister. She had a medium-sized dildo propped up on the bed and she was sliding herself up and down it slowly. It glistened as she worked it in and out of her slit.

Kell’s breasts bounced up and down directly above me as she fucked me. I slipped my hands up her stomach, and cupped her chest, caressing them. Kell moaned. Bridget moaned. I moaned.

Kell had fallen into a steady rhythm. She leaned forward, making sure that she was putting pressure on the underside of my cock head, and bumped up and down. Though open, the blue dress still hung about her shoulders. I glanced over to Bridget, she was still working that dildo, with her eyes glued to the screen.

I adjusted the camera angle to make sure Bridget had a clear view of Kell bumping up and down on my member. I was starting to edge. I wasn’t sure I could last too much longer.

Then Bridget gave another order. “Doggy style. Fuck her doggy style.” I wanted to argue because a felt like I was about to bust. But my baby sister just gave me an order of what she wanted me to do to her hot auntie. What was a guy to do? Kell looked at me with a “can you keep going?” look and I nodded. I would keep going until I couldn’t stand it any longer.

Kell moved to all fours and perched on the edge of the bed. I shifted the camera to get a good view, gave myself three good strokes, then plunged in.

Kell moaned loud. “Just fuck me,” she said. “Please just make me come.”

“Yeah, fuck her. Fuck her hard.” Bridget said. She had shifted her webcam so it was directly in front of her screen, so she looked straight at us. She was right next to her laptop camera. I could see every rivulet of grool that slid down the dildo she was slipping in and out of herself.

I slid our own camera over in front of the screen, so I looked straight back at Bridget. She and I gazed into each other’s eyes as she worked her pussy over with her toy and I pounded Kell from behind.

Somewhere I found the self control I needed to keep from blowing my seed too fast. My stomach slapped Kell’s ass, my thighs smacked her thighs. Her juice flowed down our legs. It didn’t take long for Kell to shiver in another orgasm, followed quickly by yet another.

I had reached sensory overload. The sounds of me, Kell, and Bridget. The smells. The tastes. The feel of my cock inside Kells body – the body of the woman I loved regardless of every reason I shouldn’t. The fact that I was fucking my aunt while my sister watched and masturbated – and my sister and I were locked eye-to-eye while we did this.

I felt my self control starting to wane. I pulled out. Kell spun around and knelt on the floor in front of me.

“Give me that load you’ve been promising me,” she said. “I want everything you got. Every last drop.” I pushed the camera inches from my cock and Kell’s face and tits. I stroked once, twice, three, four times and ejaculated.

My eyes remained locked on Bridget’s. She let out a high pitched moan. From almost a thousand miles away, my sister and I stared into each other’s eyes as we both came.

My legs almost buckled. I had been building up this load ever since our sex that afternoon. Tease after tease by Kell and Bridget. I was full to bursting. I shot load after load across Kell’s face, her chest, her stomach. When my arm faltered, Kell picked up where I left off, stroking until every drop I had to give was gone.

She was covered. She pushed me back on the bed, leaned over and kissed me, smearing my body, my face, with my own juice. In the background I heard Bridget say “Jesus bro, what a load. Fuck that was hot.”

Kell took her blue dress and wiped her face and chest with it, then wiped off my body and face as well.

“Those stains in that dress may never come out,” Bridget said.

“I bought that dress for your brother to stain,” she said, and kissed me. “I want to wear it the rest of my life with his come stains all over it.”

We had another slower, less frantic session before we said goodnight to Bridget.

Part IV

Monday morning. Kell and I had been up way too late having webcam sex with Bridget for me to be at the computer working this early. Kell was still in bed as I dug out a work shirt and sat down in front of the laptop, coffee in hand. There was enough work and meetings that the morning went smoothly. When Kell wandered out around noon in her standard home outfit of bra and nothing else, we talked about the webcam and meetings and she promised not wander behind me while I was working unless fully dressed.

The rest of Monday went by in a blur. Kell made dinner, we ate, played a game, fucked, slept. Tuesday was pretty much the same except I cooked and we watched a movie. Wednesday we included a cybering session with Bridget. She seemed pretty much herself, though she did mention Ethan hadn’t been around and was evasive when she called.

Thursday early afternoon I got a call from my mother.

“Hi mom!” I answered.

“Hi Jacob,” she said. “How’s everything over at Kell’s?”

“It’s going well. The remote work situation is working out okay. Kell’s doing lots of painting while we’re cooped up here. It’s all good.”

“Good,” she said. “I thought you would do well at her place. Have you talked to your sister?”

I tiny shiver ran down my back along with a moment of panic that she might have found out about our illicit webcam sessions. I gulped.

“I talked to her last night, she seemed a little put out by Ethan’s behavior, but overall she was pretty much herself.”

“Well, she’s not doing well anymore,” my Mom said.

“Why? What happened?”

“Ethan just called her and told her he was breaking off the wedding.”

“What!” I said loudly enough that Kell looked up from her painting. “That punk.”

“I never liked that little peckerwood,” my mom said. She must have been pissed because I had never heard her use that word, or any word like it, in my life. I almost laughed.

“Can you two go over there and stay with her for the quarantine? I don’t want to leave my folks, and I’m worried about her.”

“Um . . .” I was looking at Kell, who had come and was sitting at the table next to me, her ear to the phone listening. “When you say ‘we’ do you mean both Kell and I?”

“Yes, I mean you and Kell. Come off it, Jacob, we all know about you two. It’s old news, so stop pretending. Your sister needs you, go to her. She’s going to move to her old room and you two can have the guest room, it has the bigger bed.”

I looked at Kell, she nodded.

“Of course,” she whispered.

“Sure thing, Mom,” I said.

“And one other thing,” my mother added.

“Yes?”

“When she called me, she said you two had been an incredible help in dealing a stressful situation, which is why she didn’t want to call you. I don’t know what that means, and the way she said left me thinking I am not sure I want to know. But whatever you can do to calm her down would be appreciated.”

Kell cocked a sexy little eyebrow.

“Thanks Mom. We’ll do what we can.”

“Thanks Jacob. You are a good son. I appreciate it.”

The phone went dead.

“Jesus,” I said. “Why didn’t she call us?”

“She wanted to talk to her mommy,” said Kell. “Lots of times when we get into tough situations, our first instinct is to call our parents. It’s natural. I wouldn’t read too much into it. Let’s call her now.”

She pulled her laptop over and we video’d Bridget.

She didn’t look good. The Bridget in front of us was not the confident, competent Bridget that I always knew. Nor was she the confident, sexy Bridget I was coming to know. Instead she was a sad, self-doubting, not-confident-at-all Bridget that I didn’t know very well.

“Hi kiddo,” I said.

“Hi Jacob, hi Kell,” she said. She was sitting in the kitchen in a T-shirt, her eyes were red. “I guess mom called you.”

“She was worried about you.”

“Are you going to come out?”

“Of course we are, sweetie,” Kell said.

“Good, I hate to be alone. Are you going to drive or fly? I hear flying is getting scarier and scarier. You should drive. Take a couple of days. I’ll survive until you’re here.”

“Are you sure? We can fly if you need.”

“No, don’t fly right now. Drive out. If you leave tomorrow morning you can be here by Saturday dinner time, with a stop overnight somewhere.”

A road trip.

The idea was a little scary in the quarantine world, but we could probably do it safely.

A night on the road. Someplace where we didn’t know anyone. Wearing masks to make sure nobody recognizes us.

This could be real dangerous.

The rest of the day was spent packing. We turned in early and were on the road first thing the next morning.

Most of the ride the first day was pretty unexciting. Kell flashed a checkout guy at a gas-n-go, but otherwise it was uneventful.

We had made reservations at a hotel a little over halfway to my folks’ place. Since we knew we might not be making many trips until the quarantine was over, we decided to do it big, and booked ourselves into one night at an expensive hotel.

When we left home Kell had been wearing a thin white sports bra, light blue yoga shorts, and a T-shirt. Before we got out of the car at the hotel, she ditched the T-shirt and walked in wearing just the shorts and the bra. When I glanced over I noticed the bra had been strategically positioned so the edges of Kell’s aureoles just peaked over the top.

I was wearing shorts and a polo. Kell reached over and opened the polo as far as it would go.

The hotel was beautiful, with a huge lobby and a cavernous space opening up over 20 floors straight up. Balconies jutted into the lobby airspace and glass elevators rode to the top. The hotel wasn’t very busy, and when we got there, nobody else was in the checkout line. A few folks loitered about the lobby. We approached the counter.

“Welcome!” the young girl behind the counter called as we approached. She handed us each a small complimentary bottle of water and began asking the usual round of questions.

“How long will you and your wife be staying?” she asked.

Kell immediately jumped in. “I’m not his wife, I’m his aunt.”

She leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips. I couldn’t help myself, I was getting hard from the attention we were getting.

The receptionist didn’t bat an eye.

“So how long will you two be staying?” she asked.

“One night,” I said.

“And you realize that the room you requested has just one single king-sized bed?”

“Yes,” Kell answered.

“Do you have any other special requests?” she asked.

Kell pointed up to the rooms lining the open space above us with balconies that opened into the lobby. “Can we get one of these rooms?” she asked.

“I think we have some available,” said the receptionist. “Would you prefer a lower floor or a higher floor?”

“I want to be right above the lobby.”

The receptionist looked up from her computer and for the first time, caught Kell’s eyes. This time she smiled and winked.

“No problem,” she said softly, almost whispering and running her eyes over Kell’s body. “It’s been slow lately, we could use a little excitement.”

We completed the rest of the sale and followed the receptionist’s directions up to our room.

The room was huge, with a king sized bed, a desk, a kitchenette and a tub big enough to invite your friends.

Of course, the first thing Kell did was strip naked and walk out onto the balcony.

The balcony overlooked the lobby, almost directly above the front desk. Anyone coming into the lobby immediately would see anyone standing on our balcony. And now Kell stood there, naked.

I kept my clothes on but followed her out there. The front counter girl heard her come out, looked up and winked. Kell winked back. She leaned against me and kissed me on the lips, then reached down and stroked my cock through my shorts.

“Should we fuck here, now?” she asked.

“Don’t you want to save it for later?”

“If I have to,” she said, and sighed, then brightened. “Let’s go check out the pool!”

“I saw the rules,” I said. “You are going to have to wear a bathing suit.”

“No problem!” she replied. She took one last look at the small crowd in the lobby who were now watching us intently, then bent over and showed them her spread snatch before sashaying back into our room.

The yellow swimsuit Kell slipped into was a one-piece that on the face of it appeared reasonably modest, but I was sure would turn invisible the moment it got wet. I pulled on a pair of trunks and we wandered down to the pool area.

The pool was half indoors and half outdoors. It was a sunny, warm day, so Kell opted for the outdoor area. She found us a pair of lounges and dumped our towels on them.

A young man in his early twenties was in the pool swimming laps, and an older woman who looked to be in her forties, lounged at the far end in a bikini. Otherwise, the outdoor side of the pool was deserted.

Kell stuck her toe in the water, then smiled and dove in. I followed her. When she surfaced, I noted that my suspicions were right – her suit had turned transparent. Her hard nipples stood out sharply against the fabric and her auburn bush was clearly visible.

She splashed me, then swam over and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. We kissed. Her body pressed against mine, her chest against mine. I felt a building erection.

A voice came from across the pool.

“You two are disgusting.”

I looked over. It was the young man who had been swimming laps.

“I saw you two come in and heard what you said in the lobby,” he said. “An aunt and her nephew doing what you’re doing. It’s disgusting.”

“And it’s none of your business,” I said.

“It’s my business if I say it is,” he responded, and took a couple of steps towards us.

I didn’t mind Kell making a scene, but I didn’t want an altercation. I nudged Kell towards the edge of the pool and whispered “let’s go”. She paused, then nodded, and we headed towards the ladder out of the pool.

“Don’t let him bully you,” called the woman on the lounge at the far end of the pool. “He’s my son and he’s a little repressed. Ignore him.”

“Mother, what they’re doing is wrong,” he said.

“Oh, loosen up.”

He turned back to Kell and I. “Incest is wrong.”

I glanced back at his mother. She looked to be in her late forties. She had filled out some, but she still had a great figure and she wore her bikini well.

Kell was thinking exactly what I was thinking.

“You’re mom’s kinda hot,” she said. “Maybe you should try a little of that incest.”

His mother laughed and he turned beet red.

“You’re evil,” he said.

“He wouldn’t fuck a woman unless he had been married to her a year and she was still a virgin,” his mother said. She stood up and walked to the edge the pool. Her blue bikini barely managed to contain her breasts and her nipples poked through. Her labia pouted through the thin fabric of the thong. It was hard to tell, but it looked like the thong was already wet.

“Just because you like running around in bathing suits that make you look like a whore doesn’t mean I have to follow in your footsteps.”

“Harsh words for someone who is still living in mommy’s basement,” she replied as she slipped into the water and swam over next to her son. “My name’s Ella by the way, this is my son, Aston. Don’t let him scare you away, he’s a lot of hot air.”

Aston turned beet red, but didn’t say anything. Kell pressed herself against me again and gave me another kiss.

“We were just going to lounge in the pool for awhile before we went up and had dinner,” Kell said when we disengaged. “As long as that doesn’t bother you.”

“No problem,” Ella said. “Do what you want. Maybe you could teach my kid something.”

“Stop it, mother,” Aston said. “It’s my choice to stay a virgin until I get married.”

“And I support your choice,” his mother said. “Just stop attacking people who may not share your views.”

“So you think it’s okay these two are aunt and nephew and are in a relationship?”

“I think it’s kind of hot. I want to watch and see where this goes. There’s nobody else around, so I hope it goes someplace interesting.”

That was all the incentive Kell needed. She shoved me hard against the side of the pool and pressed her body against mine, planting a deep soul kiss on my lips, her tongue deep in my mouth. I ran my hands up her stomach, slipped them inside her swimsuit and pulled her breasts free, then slid my lips down her breasts and suckled, tasting each, flicking my tongue across the nipples. They were sharp as arrowheads pointing to the sky. I tasted each one slowly, caressing the aureoles with my lips, sucking gently at the tips. Kell moaned.

I pulled the swimsuit down and off her body, throwing it up onto the concrete beside the pool, then slipped my hand between her thighs. Her lips were hot in the cool water of the pool. I ran my hand across them, feeling their heat, knowing that they were wet not just from the water in the pool but from her own fluids. I circled her clit then slipped a finger inside.

Kell pulled my burgeoning cock free from my suit and stroked it. She ran a finger up the underside to the very tip, then squeezed just below the head, dribbling the first pre-come onto her fingers. She patted the side of the pool, indicating I should sit on the poolside. I yanked off my trunks, threw them on the concrete and sat on the side, my cock pointing to the sky.

Ella, who had been watching, peeled off her bikini top. Her large pendulous breasts hung down in the water, large brown nipples pointed slightly downward. One of them was pierced. She rubbed them, massaged them, lifted them to her mouth and licked. The long nipples were hard and erect, and she sucked at the pierced one, stretching out the piercing and the nipple.

Aston, who had also been watching this take place, shook his head and turned to go, but his mother grabbed his arm.

“Admit it,” she said. “You’re hard. I can see it through the water.”

“Leave me be, mother,” he spat, and again tried to turn away.

“Come on, watch, enjoy yourself. It’s better than that porn you watch on your computer.”

Aston turned even redder. “Don’t I get any privacy?” he asked.

“You ask me to fix your laptop, but as soon as I open the browser history I see nothing but porn - mother-and-son videos and milf videos. There are a lot of women in those videos that look a lot like me. Admit it. You wanted me to find them. You wanted me.”

Aston said nothing, so Ella moved in, took his head in her hands, and kissed him full on the lips. His eyes opened wide.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “I will stop any time you want. Just say so.” She kissed him again. “Just tell mommy to stop and I will.”

She slipped a hand down under the water, sliding it down his chest. Her hand disappeared into his swim trunks. The tent in his shorts was evident even under the water. The motions of her arm made it clear she was stroking his meat under the water.

“Just tell mommy to stop any time you want.”

He didn’t. Instead he slipped his hands up her stomach to her chest, lifted the soft flesh, squeezed, suckled at his mother’s breasts. He gently bit and pulled at the piercing, stretching out the nipple and the pierced hole, then let it go, snapping it back. He did it again, and again. Ella closed her eyes and tossed her head back, moaning softly.

“That’s a good boy,” she said. “Suck my titties.” He complied, running his tongue over her bumpy aureoles and sucking at her nipples. He cupped her breasts in his hands and massaged them, burying his face between them. She pulled his face in even tighter.

“That’s a good boy,” she repeated.

She gestured for him to get up on the side of the pool like I was. He sat their, his suit tenting. Ella stroked his cock and sucked the head through the fabric. Her sucking through the trunks made a bubbly sound and Aston groaned. She pulled off his trunks. His cock was huge. Ella leaned over and ran her tongue up the underside of her son’s member, testing the slit at the top, and flicking off the pre-come that formed there. Aston groaned as she opened her mouth and slid her lips down along the shaft. She got about halfway then pulled out, teasing the head some more. Aston lay back on the tarmac, his eyes closed, as his mother worked over his erection. Ella lifted her body out of the water and enveloped her son’s cock in her mammoth breasts, squeezing them together, sliding her wet flesh up and down. Aston groaned again.

Her immense breasts squeezed around his immense cock. It was so hot to watch I thought I was going to come just looking at them.

“Do you like mommy’s titties on your cock?” Ella murmured. Aston nodded emphatically, tried to speak, but could only manage a gasping “fuck yes”. The way he said it left no doubt that having his mother suck his cock and fuck him was his deepest, darkest fantasy.

Kell had been watching this, her face perched just inches from my own pulsating rod. She squealed in delight when Ella sucked Aston’s cock, then finally turned her attention to my throbbing erection. She went straight for the kill and slid her lips all the way down to the base, swallowing my cock and distending her throat. Once all the way in, she shook her head side to side, back and forth. I moaned as I felt my pre-come trickling upwards into her throat. She pulled back halfway, then slipped back down to my groans.

Ella meanwhile, still had Aston’s cock buried between her breasts, with just the tip sticking out. She flicked her tongue across the cock head, and across her own nipples. Licking both frantically. Aston had leaned up on his elbows and was trying to watch his mother work on his cock, but every wave of pleasure that swept over him sent his head backwards and his eyes closed, another moan escaping from his lips.

I myself moaned, as Kell pulled her mouth free of my cock and returned to teasing the tip.

Ella finally released her son’s cock from it’s fleshy prison. She climbed up onto the concrete next to him and gave him another soul kiss, then perched her breasts over his face. He sucked greedily at them.

“Suck mommies titties,” she whispered. “Be a good boy and help mommy come.”

She looked back and saw me watching, so she angled her ass in my direction, using her fingers to pull her lobes apart and reveal the pink crumpled satin of her pussy. She smiled and winked at me as her son continued to devour her monstrous breasts.

Not to be outdone, Kell pushed me back onto the concrete, climbed out of the water, and stood beside me, her auburn bush and pink lobes glistening from pool water and from her own hot juices. Her clit was engorged and peeking out from its tiny hood. She rubbed it, playing her fingers across it, spreading her lips to reveal her own pink haven and pointing it towards Aston, who looked like he was experiencing things he had only ever dreamed of.

“Oh fucking god,” he moaned at the sight of Kell’s wet, neatly trimmed, gaped snatch.

Kell knelt down over my face and pressed her musky red bush into my mouth. I lapped and sucked at her lobes and pulsating clit. Above me, she massaged her breasts and watched Ella and Aston as they continued their lovemaking.

Ella leaned back, pulling her breasts away from her son’s ministrations. She straddled him, spread her lips, and slid her cunt down his cock. He reached up and massaged her breasts as she slowly worked up and down his immense shaft. Pumping up and down, up and down. Aston closed his eyes and surrendered.

“I think I’m going to come,” he moaned.

Kell suddenly froze.

“Wait, stop,” she said. Ella stopped. Aston looked up.

“Wait?” Aston said. “You get me to this point and tell me to wait.”

“Yes, wait. I know the perfect place to finish,”

“Kell,” I said. “What the hell are you talking about.”

“Here, follow me,” she said. She snatched up her suit but didn’t bother to put it back on, instead raced naked through the hotel corridors and up the stairs. I hesitated for a moment but finally followed. I glanced back and was gratified to see Ella and Aston behind us.

Kell raced down the second floor hallway. I realized where she was headed. Our room. The balcony over the lobby.

She burst into the room, tore across to the balcony and threw the door open. In the lobby there were about twenty or so people milling about. Kell threw the door open with enough force that it made a bang, causing folks to look up at the naked, auburn-haired beauty and her hard-as-rocks nephew. A second later Ella and Aston appeared.

Kell leaned over the balcony railing, pointed her pussy at me, and said “finish me here.”

I heard Ella whisper “fuck yeah” behind me and she appeared a second later, hanging her pendulous tits over the balcony railing. All eyes were now on us as I slipped my cock into my aunt’s snatch and Aston railed his own mother from behind.

The slap of Aston’s stomach against his mother’s not-insubstantial-ass was the loudest sound in the lobby as everyone looked up to watch us perform. Some shook their head, some walked away, but some stayed to watch. Two couples moved to couches in the lobby and began to make out themselves.

The girl behind the counter continued to serve her customers, but wore an evil little smile.

What Aston lacked in experience he made up with sheer energy and enthusiasm – not to mention size. I am sure he had to be bottoming out, but his mother didn’t seem to mind as she egged him to go harder and faster, and he responded. Ella’s breasts hung over the railing, quivering like jelly as her son vigorously fucked her.

They were made for each other. A monster cock sliding into a seemingly bottomless cunt. The juices from his mothers slit foamed as he frantically pounded her.

Kell groaned and closed her eyes, arching her back, pressing her shoulders back against my chest, and forcing the underside of my cock head against the wall of her vagina, hard against her G-spot. I shivered in pleasure, then wrapped around and squeezed her tits. She tilted her head backwards and we kissed.

Aston moaned and called “God, I’m coming.” His mother pushed him backwards and spun around to her knees in front of him, getting her mouth around his head just as he came. The force of the ejaculation blew her cheeks outwards and popped her lips open, sending a dribble of spit and semen down her chin and across her chest. She gave up on trying to swallow and just stroked his cock until the rest of his load covered her tits, dribbling off the tips of her nipples onto her thighs and the floor of the balcony.

I watched this interchange feeling my own balls start to tighten. I pulled out and Kell got down on her knees. She swallowed every drop I could give her.

In the lobby below us, several folks cheered or clapped. Ella and Kell waved.

All four of us returned to the room and collapsed into chairs or on the bed.

Later in the evening, after a light supper from room service, the four of us fucked again more slowly on the balcony overlooking the lobby. This time the front desk didn’t have any patrons and I could see the receptionist fingering herself underneath her skirt as she watched.

Finally, we said good night. Ella and Aston went back to their room, and Kell and I fell into bed.

The next morning we got on the road early, hoping to get to my folks’ place by dinner time. Around noon my phone rang. Kell was at the wheel and I answered.

“Hello?”

“Jacob, it’s your mother.”

“Hi mom. We’re on the road, should be at your place by about 4:30 hopefully.”

“Good. I have some bad news.”

“Bad news?” I asked, glancing at Kell. “What’s the matter?”

“It’s your father. He has Covid.”

Part V

I gulped. “Dad has Covid? How is he?”

“Just like your grandfather, sniffly and grouchy,” my mother said. “Your grandfather is just about over it, so I expect your father will make a full recovery too. He’ll just be a pain until he feels better.”

We wrapped up the conversation and hung up. I shook my head.

“This is getting scary,” I said. Kell nodded.

The rest of the ride was uneventful and, as expected, we pulled up in front of the house I grew up in just after 4:30. Bridget looked better than she had when we had video’d two days prior and looked more like the confident Bridget I had always known. But underneath the brave face I could still see hurt lurking. We hugged.

“It’s gonna be okay, little sister,” I said to her as we embraced. Kell came up beside and wrapped us both in her embrace.

We unpacked the car and moved into the guest room. Bridget had prepared dinner and we ate over a bottle of wine. Afterwards we retired to the family room, where we poured the rest of the bottle of wine into our glasses and Bridget boldly dug out a fresh bottle.

“Are you trying to get us drunk?” I asked.

“No, but I do want to talk,” she said. “Kell, I’ve heard you mention that there are things about our parents you haven’t shared with Jacob and I, things that we don’t know about. Why haven’t you ever told us?”

Kell took a sip of her wine and gazed off into the distance a moment.

“It’s complicated,” she said, finally. “It used to be you were too young. And now, if I told you, you might get the wrong impression about...well...things…” She looked at me.

“Things?” I asked.

“Yes...things.” Kell was sitting beside me on the couch, and she reached out and took my hand. “I don’t want something from the past ruining our today, or our future.”

I didn’t know what she meant. When I had decided to go through with the relationship with Kell, I had viewed it through the lens of two people who loved each other tossing convention aside and just being in love. That was it. I hadn’t considered that there might be a reason to think otherwise. A lump was forming in my stomach. Was there more going on that met the eye?

“Maybe you should just tell us and we can decide,” I said. Bridget nodded.

“As you wish,” Kell said, reaching for the wine and freshening her glass. “As you already know, your mother married your father at 19 and Jacob arrived just about a year later. Your grandfather has mellowed in recent years, but back then he was, well, challenging. He had a bit of a madonna-whore complex. He loved your grandmother, and was able to father two children with her, but he had a long string of mistresses. As soon as something became forbidden fruit, he wanted it more than anything else. The only reason your grandmother stayed with him is because he was a good provider and gave a stable home to Bella and I.

“When Bella, your mother, wanted to marry your father, your grandfather was opposed. He didn’t like your father one bit, he thought he was a philanderer who would cheat on his daughter – strong words for a guy who never met a skirt he couldn’t chase. So your mother, knowing your grandfather’s taste for the forbidden fruit, cooked up a plan.”

“Oh my god,” Bridget said. “I see where this is going.”

“Yep,” Kell replied. “She got her father a little tipsy, showed him a little skin, and he went in hook, line, and sinker. His own daughter – the most forbidden fruit there ever was. Bella had a hidden camera in the room when she fucked him. So she had the goods.”

“So our mother fucked her father, then blackmailed him” Bridget summed it up.

“Yep,” Kell confirmed.

I shook my head. “Okay, so that’s bad, but still, how does that affect you and I?”

“There’s more,” Kell said. “Your grandfather had set up a college fund for both Bella and I. Bella dropped out of college after a year deciding that academia wasn’t her thing. When she blackmailed her father for permission to marry, she also asked for money. She basically took the entire college fund, including my portion. When I went to college I had to earn a scholarship, and even with that I had to take on a job to pay the portions of the tuition the scholarship didn’t cover. Your mother has accused me of using you to get back at her for taking her college fund.”

“Wow, I had always thought of my mother as the good one, and you as the naughty one,” I said. “I had no idea. I can’t believe she would do that. I can’t judge her choice to sleep with her father, but I can judge her decision to leave you high and dry. That was wrong. You must be pretty resentful.”

Kell shook her head. “Nope, not any more. It took a lot of therapy, but I’m good.”

“Is there anything more?” Bridget asked.

“There were some...things...between your mother and I, but that I am not comfortable sharing without her assent.”

“You’ve already shared a lot,” Bridget said. “Why hold back now.”

“If you knew what those things were, you would understand.”

“And none of all this had anything to do with our relationship?” I asked.

“No, Jacob, I promise. Our relationship is natural and organic.”

Regardless of Kell’s reassurances, I had to admit, it bothered me. I wanted my relationship with Kell to be pure love, not a revenge ploy. I really didn’t think Kell had it in her body to be vengeful, but a tiny seed of doubt crept into my brain and began to sprout.

I excused myself and stepped out on the deck for a taste of the night air, trying to clear my head of the fog from too much wine. What if Kell really was just playing me for revenge? What if this was all a game? But would she have been so forthcoming? Would she have been in tears when she thought she had lost me?

The door closed behind me and I looked back to see Kell approach. She hugged me from behind.

“I love you Jacob, please don’t let anything lead you to believe otherwise. I swear to you our relationship is true.”

I turned around and hugged her back.

“I know, Kell. I know.” And in that moment, I did know.

We kissed, then Kell took my hand and we walked back inside. Bridget was still sitting in her chair, sipping wine, as Kell and I sat down on the couch.

“I have one other question,” Bridget said.

“Okay, shoot,” Kell answered.

“Are those photos still around?”

“What photos?”

“From when my mother fucked my grandfather.”

“I’ve never seen them myself. I assume they’re burned. Twenty-five years ago if you blackmailed someone with photos you usually gave them the negatives once you got your money. I doubt they are around.”

“I don’t know,” Bridget said. “Mom is pretty savvy. I bet she kept copies just in case.”

I disagreed. “How could she possibly have kept copies all these years with two nosy kids running around the house? I think it would have been impossible.”

“I don’t know. If you were our mom and were trying to hide something like that, where would you keep it?”

“Where ever it may be, it’s private and we shouldn’t go snooping around,” I said.

“We can put them back when we’re done,” Bridget responded. “Nobody will ever know.”

I looked at Kell, she agreed. “We should respect Bella’s wishes and let it be.”

Bridget pouted, then brightened. “That locked trunk, the one in the attic. I bet it’s in there. We’ve always been told to keep out of it.”

“It’s locked, Bridge,” I said. “And none of use knows how to pick locks.”

“Maybe the key is in her room or her desk somewhere. I bet it’s in her bureau.”

“We’re not going through our mother’s underwear drawer looking for the key,” I responded.

“Maybe you won’t but I will.” She tossed back the rest of her wine glass, refilled it, and headed up the stairs.

“Bridget!” Kell and I yelled, practically simultaneously, but it was too late. Bridget was already pounding up the stairs, drink in hand.

I swore, filled my own wine glass, and followed Bridget. Behind me, Kell also swore and said “I’ll bring the wine.” She trailed me up the stairs, glass in one hand, bottle in the other.

When I got to my parent’s room, Bridget already had the top left drawer in my mother’s bureau pulled open and was gently feeling around, trying not to disturb the clothes any more than she needed to. She went through all three drawers on the left side of the chest to no avail. They mostly contained sweaters, a couple of tops, and some sweats.

The top drawer of the right side was my mother’s underwear drawer. Bridget dug around for a moment, finally exclaiming “A-ha!” and pulling out a small key ring with three keys on it. One of them looked suspiciously like a padlock key.

“I bet this is it!” she said triumphantly. “Let’s go!”

“Hold on,” I said. “Let’s stop and consider what we are doing. We’re invading our mother’s privacy, bringing to light events she would probably prefer to leave buried, and probably are about to look at pictures of our mother and grandfather having sex. Do we really want that?”

“Back when they were young and hot?” Bridget said. “Sure, why not. And it will verify what Kell was saying.”

“Stop now,” Kell interrupted. “This has gone far enough. I didn’t tell you this so you could go digging up the past, I told you because you had the right to know. Your right to know stops at pawing through your mother’s locked trunk.”

“I just want to confirm what you are saying,” Bridget said, then added sarcastically “Trust but verify!”

And she was gone, around the corner, and up the stairs to the attic, Kell and I trailing, trying to talk her out of the course of action she was following.

The trunk in question sat in the far end next to a pile of boxes. We stood around it as Bridget tried the key in the lock. It fit, and the padlock popped open. Bridget slowly lifted the lid.

Inside, on top, was an old army jacket of my father’s and some military memorabilia.

“See,” I said. “Nothing to see here. Let’s just forget it, go back downstairs, get drunk, and have a sloppy threesome.”

“I’m down with that,” Kell said.

“Not so fast,” Bridget murmured, lifting the army jacket and other items out and laying them gently to the side.

Underneath the jacket was a blanket, which Bridget also set aside. And underneath that was a slinky black dress.

“Whoa,” I said as Bridget lifted it out and held out in front of her. Bridget and my mom were about the same size and shape and it looked like it would fit Bridge, so I was sure my mother had once worn it. I had trouble forcing the image of her wearing it out of my mind.

Underneath the black dress was a wax-paper packet bound with rubber bands containing a large stack photographs.

“Score!” cried Bridget and reached for the packet, pulling the pictures out.

I held my breathe as I looked over her shoulder.

The first two photos were innocuous pictures of the house in the late 90s. Then it got ... interesting. The next photo was of my mom in the black dress. She looked incredible, a lot like Bridget. The fourth photo was also of my mom in the dress, but posing and bending slightly forward, showing as much cleavage as she could. And the next shot was of her completely bent over, a full downblouse shot showing pretty much everything, including her brown, wide nipples.

This was not what I wanted to see, but I couldn’t help but stare at the picture of my mother. She looked beautiful...and hot.

Kell nudged me. “Not getting hard over pictures of your mother, are you?” she asked, running a finger up an erection I didn’t even realize I had.

“Knock it off, Kell. Whose side are you on?” I said. But I had to admit, these photos were affecting me in ways I hadn’t intended or wanted.

The next photo was now from a hidden camera angle and showed my mother in front of a younger version of my grandfather. It looked like the camera was set to shoot every thirty seconds or so automatically. My grandfather reclined easily in a chair, my mother stood on front of him wearing the black dress. In the next photo she was closer, her hand was on his arm. In the next, she held his hand in hers. The next couple were innocuous, then suddenly my mother was full on naked, her hand reaching for my grandfather’s belt buckle.

Bridget froze, I froze, Kell froze.

“Whoa,” I whispered, not for the first time in the last few minutes.

The rest of the photos became a blur to me. My mom straddling my grandfather, then bending over the chair as he took her from behind, finally leaving a sticky puddle on her back. When they were done, my mother stood up and they kissed. The roll ended.

I couldn’t help myself. I was hard as a rock. Kell ran her fingers along my cock underneath my shorts. I didn’t want that erection, I was uncomfortable, awkward. I wanted to forget what I had just seen.

Bridget stood and held up the black dress in front of her sizing it up.

“Bridget, enough,” I said. “Put the dress back and let’s just go back downstairs. I’ll fuck you in whatever position you want. Let’s just go.”

Bridget wasn’t listening. The wine had gone to her head and she wobbled on her feet. She stripped down to her thong and pulled the dress on over her head. She adjusted it, then did a sexy shimmy. It fit her perfectly. The soft satin clung to her body, accenting her the curve of her breasts, the points of her nipples, the swell of her hips. The dress came far enough down to cover her thong, but not much further.

Bridget bent over like our mother had in her photo, pulling the dress down to reveal her cleavage and breasts. Her substantial nipples were hard and erect.

I realized just how much Bridget looked like my mom in those photos. A part of me wanted my cock inside of my mother.

Kell stood beside me, her hand on my tented shorts, slowly running it up and down the shaft through fabric.

“I’m ready for that sloppy threesome now,” Bridget said, and blew me a kiss.

“Take off that dress first,” I said.

“What are you going to do if I don’t?” she said. She slipped a hand down the front of the dress, across her breasts, down her stomach, and lifted the fabric to slide her hand between her legs, kicking off the thong. “Why don’t you come take it off me?”

“I don’t want to fight,” I said.

“Am I being a bad girl?” Bridget said, pouting.

“I don’t want to play this game, not with you in that dress that isn’t yours.”

“I’ll take it off after you fuck me in it. I look like her, don’t I? That gets you hard, doesn’t it? You know you want to fuck me in this dress.”

I turned to Kell for support.

“Bridget,” Kell said. “Maybe he wants to fuck you in that dress, but he also knows it’s wrong and an invasion of you mother’s privacy. Take if off, please.”

“Fuck me first, big brother.” Bridget wandered over to the wine bottle and poured herself some more, and threw it back with abandon. “I’m drunk, I’m horny, and I’m hot.”

Kell and I looked at each other. Finally Kell shrugged. “Fuck her, just try not to get anything on the dress.”

“That’s the spirit,” Bridget said.

I was feeling the affects of the wine. I turned back to Kell.

“I can barely tell whether I’m going to fuck my sister or my mother,” I said.

“What’s it matter? Just enjoy it.”

Bridget stood in front of me. The black satin was pulled down below her breasts. She pressed her chest against mine, I could feel her hard nipples through the thin fabric of my shirt. I looked down into her eyes. My sister, my mother, they blurred together. Who was this in front of me?

Bridget took my face in her hands, pressed her lips to mine. We kissed as she ran her hands hand down my chest to the front of my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them, pushing them to the floor, followed by my underwear. She ran her hand slowly up and down the length of my shaft. I was already hard as a rock and fully aroused, her strokes elicited a moan.

She disengaged her lips and ran her tongue down my chest, her breasts pressing against my cock, forcing it between them, smothering it. She massaged my cock with her tits for a moment, then slid her mouth down to tease the tip of my cock.

I glanced over to Kell. She had pulled off her top and was unhooking her bra, letting her breasts fall free. She massaged and pinched them as she watched. She slid a hand down her stomach, into her tights. Inside the fabric I watched her hand continue between her legs, making circular motions. She pulled an old easy chair that had been stored in the attic over, pulled the covering off, and took a seat, spreading her legs on either arm of the chair, and continuing to massage herself underneath her yoga pants. The dark stains of her juices soaked through the fabric. Her eyes were locked on Bridget and I.

I turned back to the dark-haired beauty on her knees in front of me in a black dress. Was she my sister? Was she my mother? The two flipped back and forth like an illusion where you see one thing when you focus on the solid spaces and something else when you focus on the empty spaces. Who was this? I wasn’t sure.

Who did I want it to be?

Whoever it was, she had her lips wrapped around the head of my cock and was doing things with her tongue that almost made my knees buckle. She sucked at the head like she was trying to suck out my come. She wrapped her tongue around the shaft just below the head, then slid her mouth down the shaft slowly. I felt as her lips passed every little rib in my meat, felt as my head slipped past the back of her mouth, past the base of the tongue and deep into her throat. I could feel the throat slime coating my cock. Finally her lips pressed against my body. I was completely inside her mouth, inside her throat.

But who was this again? I looked at her. Was it my mother? No, fuck it, it was my sister.

But why was I so hard at the thought of it being my mother?

Kell moaned and I looked over in her direction. Her yoga pants were in the dust on the floor of the attic and she had two fingers deep inside her slit. With her other hand, she massaged her clit. She locked eyes with me and smiled.

I turned back to Bridget – yes, it was Bridget, not my mother. Part of me was disappointed.

Bridget still had my cock in the back of her throat. She was sliding her head up and down the lower half of my cock frantically, almost like a head banger at a metal concert. It was possibly the most incredible blow job I had ever received. I closed my eyes for a moment, re-opened them.

Bridget was gone, my mother was there. She looked up at me with doe eyes as she sucked.

“Oh, mother,” I groaned. I wanted her to suck me until I came. I wanted nothing more than to fuck my own mother in that moment. Mentally, I knew it was Bridget in front of my, but emotionally, it was as if my mother was inhabiting her body. And all I wanted at that moment, was for that to really be my mother, and for me to be fucking her.

I pushed her head free of my cock, picked her up, and set her down on an old air hockey table we had stored in the attic. She lay back on the table, and I leaned forward, devouring her breasts. Her normally large brown aureoles were compressed and the nipples hard like arrowheads. I devoured each one in turn, licking the bumpy brown edges and sucking at the long tips. Bridget squeezed them, then reached around and pushed my face deeper in.

I looked up into her eyes and again had that disconnection where Bridget became my mother. Suddenly I was suckling at my own mother’s breasts. I ate greedily. But I needed more. I needed to be inside of her.

I wanted to fuck Bridget. I wanted to fuck my mother.

I leaned back from my attentions on her breasts, and gave my cock a few strokes, not that it needed it. I was already hard as diamonds, and I was ready to fuck whoever this was in front of me, Bridget or my mother.

Bridget slipped a hand down her stomach, down to her slit, and spread her lips apart, revealing the soft, wet, crumpled pink inside. Juice flowed freely down her ass cheeks and puddled on the table underneath her.

“Fuck me, now,” she gasped.

I slipped the tip of my cock in between her fingers, between her spread lobes, and into her sopping snatch. She squeezed her muscles tight as I slowly slid in. The ribs of my shaft bumping along the ribs of the muscles in her vaginal walls made me gasp and I had to stop for fear of coming before I was ready.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” she murmured.

I took a deep breath and pushed the rest of the way in until my balls were against her asshole. She moaned and I looked down into her eyes. Bridget – my mother – the two switched places in my vision as I began to slide in and out. The flesh of my cock and the flesh of her pussy pressed against each other, eliciting moans from both of us as Bridget gushed in her first orgasm.

The feel of her fluids pouring across my thighs, my balls, energized me, and I picked up the pace, sliding in and out. Bridget lifted her legs and rested her calves on my shoulders. I grabbed her thighs for leverage as I worked her slit over with my cock.

I looked over at Kell again. Her head was tossed back, her hard nipples pointing at the rafters above. The grool dribbling down the front of the chair showed that she was locked in her own little world.

“Harder,” Bridget murmured. I complied, turning it up another couple of notches. Bridget moaned as another orgasm washed over her. She arched her back, I reached out, gently squeezing her breasts, pinching the nipples, eliciting another groan.

I could feel my own orgasm building. I pumped even harder, frantically slamming my cock in and out. I looked up at Bridget’s face again, and again she was replaced with my mother. I held on to that image as I pushed towards climax. I wasn’t fucking my sister, I was fucking my mother. My mother who had fucked her own father and yet chastised me for being in love with my aunt. In my heart, I was fucking her.

My balls contracted. I pulled out, ready to blow.

“Not on the dress!”

Kell’s voice. Suddenly I was jerked to the side and my cock disappeared into a fury of curly red hair as Kell swallowed me deep and I came. I unloaded ropes of jizz into Kell’s throat as I stared at Bridget, who had passed out. Instead of my sister, I saw my mother laying there, her slit gaped and dripping juice, her tits pointing skyward.

When I had finally run dry, Kell pulled back. I looked back at my sister.

What the fuck. I wasn’t bothered that I had fucked Bridget – I pretty much knew that was going to happen the moment Kell and I decided to come out. What troubled me were my desires for my own mother.

What was happening to me? I was on a slippery slope. This wasn’t who I was.

Yes it was. This was where I came from. This was who my mother was, and I guess who I was, who Bridget was.

But where was this leading?

Did I care anymore?

Kell and I slipped the black dress off the unconscious Bridget and returned the locked chest to the state we had found it in, then we carried Bridget down to bed, then fucked one more time before we passed out.

The next morning we were all hung over. Bridget in particular suffered from the previous night and barely moved from the couch until mid-afternoon. Our appetites finally came back in time for dinner. I was preparing a chicken dish for the three of us when my phone rang, my mother’s picture on the display. For a moment, the previous night’s adventures came back to me, then I pushed them away and answered the phone.

“Hi mom!” I said as cheerfully as I could.

“Jacob, I have some bad news,” my mother replied, cutting to the chase.

“What? What’s going on?”

“Your father . . .”

“Dad? What about him?”

“He’s dead.”

Part VI

The three weeks after my father’s death were a blur. Kell, Bridget, and I supported each other as best as we could. Sex just about stopped.

My mother stayed at her parents. My father’s body was cremated. We postponed any kind of a formal service until after the pandemic, deciding to hunker down for now and lick our wounds.

The reading of my father’s will took place via videoconference. I had expected that most of the money would go to my mother, and I was right, but there was a clause providing for $50,000 to be given to both Bridget and I upon our father’s death. With Kell and I just getting started, that money would go a long way towards getting us on our feet financially, even potentially acting as a down payment on a better place to live.

Then came the blow.

The will made my mother the executor, along with an attorney. A codicil gave her wide latitude as to how she interpreted the will.

A week after the reading, my mother called. I had just logged off work when the phone rang with my Mom’s picture on the display.

“Hi Mom,” I answered.

“Hi Jacob,” she said. “I’ll cut to the chase and dispense with the small talk. I’m calling about the money your father set aside for you in his will. As you know, the will also gives me the right to amend what you received, up or down, if I feel there is cause to do so. For example, if you have done something that might have cast you out of your father’s favor. I don’t think he would approve of your relationship with my sister.”

“Mom, he didn’t care one way or the other. He just wanted me to be happy.”

“I still don’t feel that you should receive your share of the money if you are still sleeping with his sister-in-law.”

I shook my head. “You are using this as a way to impose your will, not his. I thought you were over this whole thing.”

“I had just stopped fighting it because I had no leverage. Now I do. You won’t get a red cent as long as you are sleeping with Kell. End of discussion.”

I was stunned. I just stood there and stared at the phone, flabbergasted.

My mother continued.

“Furthermore, I am tired of being away from home. My father has completely recovered. I think my parents can manage on their own. In six days I am coming home. If you know what’s good for you, you will be waiting, but that red-haired bitch of a sister of mine will be out of my house.”

“So you want me to kick her out but stay around?”

“I want you to break off your relationship, send her home, then you stay around and you and I can quarantine as planned originally.”

“What about Bridget?”

“She is not involved. If she wants to stay with us she can, or she can go home, her call. It’s you and Kell I am concerned about.”

I didn’t say much after that. We wrapped up the call and I hung up. Kell and Bridget had heard the tone of my voice and had caught the basic gist of what was said.

“What do we do?” I asked.

“Probably do what she asked, for now,” Kell said.

“For now?” I said.

“I have a plan,” Kell said with a smile. “I bet we can use my sister’s tricks against her.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your father is dead. She now wants to be cooped up in the house with you. I bet it wouldn’t be too difficult for you to get her into a compromising position and get some photographs.”

“You want me to seduce my mother like she did for her father.”

“Yep, I bet you could, too. She’s going to get tired of her vibrator sooner or later. Her virginal act aside, she has never dealt with dry spells well. You lead her on a little and I bet she will be all over you.”

I thought about that night when Bridget and I fucked in the attic, Bridget in my mother’s dress – and my own desire for my mother. I could actually fulfill that desire, and turn the tables on my mother.

“How do we begin?” I asked.

“We begin by researching hidden cameras on the Internet.”

I opened my laptop, Kell looking over my shoulder. A quick search brought up some nanny cams. Kell froze.

“Close the laptop,” she said.

“What? Why?” I asked.

“Just close it.”

I did as she told me. She put a finger to her lips then took my hand and Bridget’s hand and led us outside of the house, walking a few houses down the street until she spoke.

“Oh, shit, did you see that?” she asked. “On the first page of search results. Those devices, there was a digital clock and a teddy bear. I recognized them.”

“You recognized them? From where?”

“From your house! Your house is wired with hidden cameras!”

“But who would do that?” Bridget asked.

“Who do you think?”

“So she has been watching us the whole time we were at her house?”

“Yes!”

I shook my head. “God, I wonder how long she has been doing this? Oh man. She gave me the clock radio I have in my bedroom when I was in high school. Was she watching me jerk it when I was a teenager?”

“Mine too. I wouldn’t put it past her,” Bridget added. “She might have even wired other places as well. That might have been why she knew you two were on the beach that night.”

“Wow,” I said. “We need to confront her with this.”

“Yes, we should. But there’s confrontation, and there’s confrontation,” Kell said, and winked. “Our conversation a few minutes ago in the house means she now has us on record saying you were going to try to seduce her. So it’s in her best interest to let you go through with your plans. She could claim that you were the one who instigated the whole thing and therefore she has cause to remove you from the will.”

“But that would mean she would have to show proof that she has wired the house with cameras.”

“Not at all. The moment you try to make a move, she just shuts you down. Claims the audio recording came from you leaving a call open by accident or some other bullshit. Boom, you are out of the will.”

“So what do we do?”

“Let’s go back in and act like we are going through with the plan. Meanwhile, I am going to load some sniffer software on my laptop and see if I can’t locate and tap into her video controller to see where the cameras are. If we’re lucky she may have even stored some incriminating videos.”

I am not a tech person, and Bridget is a mixed bag, but Kell has always been a whiz at technology. Within an hour, she had found the IP address of the controller. Though we didn’t know where it was physically in the house, she had no trouble locating it virtually. And though my mother had changed the default password, it was not difficult to figure out.

We did this in silence, out of sight of the cameras we could identify. Our only communications were via text messages.

And then, there it was, on Kell’s computer screen. An array of cameras. Seven in all, spread our around the house. In my room, the guest room, the master bedroom, Bridget’s old bedroom, the living room, the kitchen, and the dining room.

We went for another walk to get out of the house and figure out our strategy.

“So we have enough evidence now to blow her out of the water,” I said. “I say we just call her now and confront her.”

“We’ve got cameras, but she’s wiped the server of any incriminating videos. Anything she wanted copies of she apparently stored elsewhere, maybe on her personal laptop or on key drives in some locked closets. Just having the cameras isn’t enough evidence. If we really want to get her we need something more damning. Plus, after all, you wanted to seduce her, right?” Kell asked, with a cocked eyebrow. I had to admit the idea still held an appeal.

“So what do we do?”

“We tell her I went home, then Bridget and I hole up at Bridget’s place, leaving you two alone. Since she wants to get some evidence against you, I bet she tries to seduce you pretty quickly after she gets back. As soon as she takes the bait I grab the videos from the server before she can cherry-pick only the ones she wants seen, and we can call her out on her spying - and get your money.”

So, as planned, a couple days later Kell and Bridget went to Bridget’s apartment. When I brought my mother home from the airport, I told her that Kell hand gone home and that Bridget went back to her apartment. She and I were the only ones around.

The first couple of days went uneventfully. It was my plan to let her make the first move. Kell and I texted often, and she checked the video controller regularly.

I didn’t have to wait too long.

It was a Thursday evening. After I logged off work, my mother made some stir fry for dinner, and we decided to watch a movie on TV. I wanted to take a shower first.

When I came back down, I wore a pair of old shorts and a T-shirt. I went into the living room and flipped on the television, surfing through the options on Netflix and Prime. I could hear my mother in the kitchen. A moment later I turned when she came into the room and I caught my breath. While I was in the shower, my mother had changed into a light, short satin robe. I had seen the robe before on warm nights, but this time was she didn’t appear to have anything on underneath. It was tied at the waist, but open enough at the top to display ample cleavage and the very edges of her wide aureoles. And though I wasn’t going to let my eyes wander, in my peripheral vision I was pretty sure I could see trimmed pubic hair flashing when she walked.

“So it begins,” I thought to myself.

We debated what to watch on TV and finally settled on a couple of sitcoms. I sat on the opposite end of the couch from my mother.

When Kell and I had planned this out, she told me not move too quickly, that everything had to be organic, and slow. But now that the time had come to start making my moves, all I could think about was that night with Kell and Bridget in the attic. That night when I kept mistaking Bridget for my mother.

I had never before felt this way about my mother, but having had that experience of seeing those pictures, of seeing my mother in that dress – and then fucking Bridget in that same dress – it had left me with longings I wasn’t sure I liked, but that I couldn’t deny.

And after what she had done to Kell and I, it wasn’t about love, it was about pure lust.

And revenge, I guess.

I looked over at her on the opposite end of the couch, then looked away. Then looked back, letting my gaze rest for a moment on her chest underneath the robe, the outlines of her nipples against the fabric. before raising it to her face. She turned to me.

“What?” she asked, quizzically.

“Sorry, it’s nothing.” I turned back to the television. She shrugged.

A moment later I looked back at her, staring for a moment at her chest.

This time she caught me looking.

“What? What’s the matter?” she asked. “Out with it.”

“Nothing. Sorry, it’s just I really can’t help but notice how much you and Bridget look alike. I hadn’t really spent that much time with her lately until Kell and I were cooped up with her, but it really is amazing. You guys look alike.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Truly. You guys are practically identical.”

I wasn’t lying. Besides some additional lines in her face and freckles on her chest, they really were almost like twins.

I felt an erection growing in my shorts. I had on boxers underneath, so I shifted my position enough to let my expanding cock slide up one of the legs of the shorts. It was obvious underneath the fabric, and if I shifted a little, I could have slipped the head clear.

I glanced over at my mother again, took in her breasts. I lingered my gaze just long enough to get her attention, but looked back at the TV before she looked over. When she did look over, I could see from the corner of my eyes that her vision was locked on my tenting shorts.

I shifted. The tip poked free.

I looked at her and she immediately looked back at the television.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

“Fine,” she said, her face stoic. She shifted her shoulders so that the robe gapped even further, exposing her right breast completely.

Apparently she was up for the game, too.

Kell had said to take it slow, but I knew that if I continued down this path I was going to just fuck her on the couch right now. I needed to slow down.

I yawned. “It’s late. I need to get a couple things cleaned up for work tomorrow. I’m heading up to my room.” I stood up, the erection obvious against my shorts.

My mother stood up and gave me a good night hug. She pressed her body against mine and I could feel her breasts against my chest, her hips pressing against mine. My erection pressed against her thigh.

I went up to my room. I cleaned up a little leftover work, waiting for her to head up to her room for the night. Finally, around 11:30, I heard the television turn off and my mother come up the stairs. As she passed by my room, she knocked.

“Come in,” I said.

She pushed the door open and stood in the doorway. The robe was half open and one of her breasts was completely exposed. I felt the return of the erection stir in my shorts and made no attempt to hide it.

“I thought you would be asleep by now,” she said.

“I’m headed that way. I just took care of a couple work things, and I might turn in shortly.”

“Well don’t stay up too late,” she said. Her eyes wandered down to my shorts that now had a noticable tent. I thought she was going to say something, but she seemed to change her mind and withdrew.

I shifted my laptop so the screen was no longer visible to the camera my mother had hidden in the room, then logged into the video controller using the information Kell had provided me. I flipped over to the camera that was in my mother’s room and put on a set of ear buds to I could hear.

She entered the bedroom and took off her robe. Seeing her completely naked after everything that had happened made me hard immediately. I ditched my T-shirt and shorts and let my erection stand free.

She dug a laptop and a vibrator out of her nightstand and opened the computer. I could see the screen from the camera view. In a moment, the video controller screen popped up, and then the view from the camera that was in my room.

I was watching my naked mother watch me naked. It was showtime.

I reached down and began to slowly stroke my cock, up and down. She couldn’t see my screen, but I am sure she assumed I was watching porn. I might as well have been. The quality on the camera she had hidden in her bedroom was excellent. I could make out the lines on her face, the bumps on her aureoles, the strands of damp pubic hair from her neat little bush sticking to her skin as moisture dribbled from between her pussy lips.

I could also see my own image on her screen. I moved my body slightly to make sure the camera got a full, clear shot of my cock. The idea that my mother was watching me masturbate was making me even harder. The blood rose into my cock and the tip swelled, gaping the hole at the apex. I “innocently” gave my cock a stroke in the direction of the clock-radio/camera, giving her a clean view of the engorged tip.

I heard her gasp and saw a shiver run through her body. She slipped a hand across her breasts, massaging them, squeezing the nipples. They were large and hung slightly downward, just like Bridget’s. I thought of our fuck session in the attic and how badly I wanted that to be my mother.

I took my finger and ran it up the underside of my cock, squeezing out all of the pre-come that had begun accumulating inside. I took it on the tip of my finger and stretched it out from my cock head, making a thin thread. I pressed the salty slime to my tongue and licked my fingertip.

Watching this, my mother took her own finger and put it in her mouth. Then she put both of her hands on her chest, caressing them gently. Her eyes were locked on my image on her screen and I knew that she was wishing I was the one who was there touching, caressing them. I wanted to go to her, I needed her. But I knew I couldn’t, at least not yet. After what she had done to me, and to Kell, I had to see this through, so I restrained myself. I stroked my cock some more, cupped my balls, and ran a hand up my chest. I spread my legs to make sure she had a clear view between them.

My mother’s hand had now found its way between her thighs. She ran her hands up and down the lobes, parting them, slipping a finger inside. She leaned back on a pillow that was propped against the headboard, still able to see the laptop screen, and stroked her finger in and out of her pussy. When she pulled it out, a long thread of grool extended from her soaked snatch to her hand. She brought it to her mouth and licked her hand clean, then slid three fingers inside herself and began stroking more vigorously. With her other hand she continued to touch her breasts.

The insanity, the intensity, of what I was doing struck me right then. My mother had a hidden camera in my bedroom and was masturbating while she watched me masturbate. What she didn’t know was that I was also on the video controller and I was watching her pleasure herself. It was like a double-secret masturbation session.

My mother reached for her vibrator and flicked it on, playing the tip across her breasts. Her nipples were as hard as arrowheads. She slid the toy down and rubbed it across her clit as she worked her fingers in and out of her slit.

I was stroking myself into a frenzy as I watched my mother masturbate. I was trying to edge on and off, I didn’t want to come too fast and lose energy. I wanted this to last a long time. But as my mother reached her first orgasm, I felt my balls begin to tighten. I needed to unload, I needed to come.

I watched the screen, trying to hold back.

Then, suddenly, my own image disappeared from the screen in front of my mother. Instead, Kells’ face popped up.

“Hey, there, sister,” said Kell, smirking. “Do you usually rub one out while watching your own son masturbate?”

“Kell?” my mother stammered, caught offguard.

“Yep, it’s me. Jacob and I did a little hacking while we were here and discovered your little camera stash.”

“You little bitch,” my mother cursed.

“That’s me,” Kell said, smiling. “Hey, Jacob, why don’t you come in here. Don’t bother getting dressed, you’d just have to undress again.”

My mother cursed again. “I’m not . . .”

Kell cut her off. “Yes you are. You were getting ready to anyway. You want it, stop acting like it is otherwise.”

Instinctively, I reached for my shorts, but decided against it. We had seen each other naked, what was the point.

I strode down the hallway and into my mother’s bedroom, my rock hard cock bouncing from side to side.

The view in her room was pretty much the same as the view in the camera. Her sitting naked on her bed, the laptop in front of her, Kell on the screen.

“Hey Jacob,” Kell said when I approached.

“Hi Kell,” I said. “Whatever happened to taking it slow?”

“Once I got the video of her playing with herself while watching you masturbate, I decided to speed things up. Anything you want to tell your mother?”

I stood over my naked mother. For the first time that overweening confidence I had always seen in her eyes faltered a little.

I had to admit she looked hot. Her nipples were still hard, and her snatch was still sopping wet. It seemed pretty clear to me that despite her protestations, she was still turned on. And I was turned on not just with how hot she looked, but also a little bit drunk with power.

“So, what is this shit about you taking away my part of my inheritance?” I asked. “And before you answer, remember we have evidence you were watching me masturbate and playing with yourself. I also remember you gave me that clock-radio with the camera when I was still in high school. I bet the world would love to know about your spying on your own children.”

My mother looked down. For the first time, I think she realized just how much trouble she was in.

“Okay,” she said. “You can have your $50,000.”

“And…?”

“And what?” she asked.

“How much was Kell’s college fund you stole from your father when you were kids.”

“Jacob, no!” blurted out Kell. “That’s water over the dam. Let it go.”

“Not to me its not. She has enough money to pay it back.”

My mother nodded. She clearly was defeated.

“It was $75,000. I will pay that back too.”

“Good,” I said. “And there’s one thing more I want.”

She looked up at me. She had the same doe eyes as Bridget, and they looked beautiful as she regarded me cautiously.

“What’s that?” she asked.

I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. She hesitated for a moment and I thought she was going to draw back. But instead she returned the kiss, opening her lips and slipping her tongue into my mouth. I reached out and cupped her breasts. They felt just like Bridget's except a little softer. Her large brown nipples were hard, the bumps standing out and the tip like a dart. I disengaged my mouth and ran my tongue down her neck to her breasts, tasting each one in turn, taking my leisure as I suckled at my mother’s breasts.

I happened to glance towards the laptop. Now in addition to Kell watching, Bridget had joined the call and she and Kell were kissing and fondling each other’s bodies as they watched my mother and I go at it.

I was still working over my mother’s breasts. Her skin was the softest I had ever felt on a woman before. It was like silk over cotton. I could have spent hours lost on her chest, but then I remembered what she had done, why it all came to this, and I was ready to turn my attention elsewhere.

I pulled back and gave one of her nipples a rather hard pinch.

“Ouch!” my mother exclaimed. “What was that for.”

“Let’s not forget what you did,” I said. “You still have to be punished.”

I pushed her down on all fours on the bed and grabbed her ass. Her cheeks were lily white and just as soft as the rest of her. I slapped one side, then the other. She let out a moan, that was answered by a pair of groans from the direction of the laptop. I looked over. Bridget and Kell weren’t even paying attention to us anymore. They were in the midst of a 69 on Bridget’s bed.

“I can’t believe I’m even taking part in this,” my mother said. I slapped her ass again, hard. She cursed.

“You’ve done worse,” I said. “Knock of that good girl act. We know all about you now.”

She didn’t say anything for a moment, then finally she shook her head. “Well then, if you’re going so spank mommy’s ass, then fucking do it already.”

“Fuck yeah,” I said. I went at it lustily. I slapped one side, then the other. My mother’s body was practically a double of Bridget’s, and her ass jiggled and shook with each blow. Her white skin turned pink at first, then an angry red, with goose bumps and several rows of welts. I didn’t stop until I could see that my blows really hurt her.

“On your knees,” I said, and pulled her off the bed, forcing her to kneel in front of me where I stood. “Now be a good mommy, and suck my cock.”

She was finally becoming a good girl and didn’t have to be told twice. She licked the head of my cock, teasing the tip, the aperture, the underside. She slid her mouth down the shaft slowly, pressing her tongue against the underside, letting me feel it slipping down every inch. I looked down on her as she did this. It could have been Bridget or my mom, the only difference being the small cultivated patches of gray her temples. She worked her way up and down the shaft, sucking hard as her lips slipped in and out. She looked up at me with the same doe eyes Bridget had displayed that night in the attic. It just made me that much harder. I had fucked Bridget, now I was going to fuck my mother.

She pulled her mouth off my cock and lifted up her breasts, burying my cock in the soft flesh between them, using her spit to lubricate. I closed my eyes and surrendered for a moment to the sensation of my own mother on her knees in front of me giving me a blow job and a tit fuck, while my sister and aunt looked on.

Finally I pulled out and pushed her back onto the bed on her back. Her tits jiggled and I reached out, cupping and squeezing them some more. I stopped myself before I began sucking them because I knew if I put my mouth to her tits again, it would be a while before I let go.

Instead, I gave my rock-hard cock a stroke or two, pushed my mother’s legs apart, and buried it to the hilt. She groaned.

“Jacob,” she whispered. “Fuck me, please fuck me. I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve been looking at your cock for years on the cameras, always just out of reach. Please, fuck me. Come inside of me.”

I paused. “All those years you were spying on me, on Bridget, on who knows else. Why should I give you what you want now?”

“I’m sorry, please fuck me. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Anything?”

“Yes, please just fuck me.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” I said, and rammed my cock home, deep inside of her. Her cunt was just like her skin, soft and yielding, but firm. A stream of juice flowed out past my cock and down her ass, puddling on the sheets. I slipped back out and back in, making an audible sucking sound as I pile-drove back in.

I was not gentle. She had been watching me in secret for years. If she wanted to feel my cock inside her, it was going to be on my terms.

I slammed my body against her again. Her tits jiggled and she groaned. Our sweaty bodies slapped against each other.

“Harder!” she called.

I didn’t answer, I just rammed her again and picked up the pace. My balls beat against her asshole hard enough that it hurt, but still I went at it. She groaned and propped herself up on her elbows, pressing her mouth onto mine. She was slick with sweat. Her slippery tits slapped against my chest as I fucked her and we kissed. Our combined perspiration slid between her breasts and down her stomach.

She moaned as I felt the muscle contractions of her first orgasm.

I could feel my balls beginning to tighten. It wasn’t going to be too long now before I came.

I slowed down a tad, then, to my surprise, my mother slid off my cock.

“If we’re going to do this, let’s do this right,” she said. She rolled over onto all fours and reached into the nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube. She pulled her ass cheeks apart, revealing a pink, crumpled hole between them. She pulled her ass open, revealing the pink flesh inside, and poured a long slick tendril of lube inside.

“Fuck my ass,” she said.

I looked over at Kell, who managed to pull herself away from Bridget long enough to give me a thumb’s up, before she went back to her tet-a-tet with my sister. I shrugged.

Might as well.

My mother poured lube on her hand and slid it up and down my purple pulsating cock, then turned around and pointed her asshole at me. I used my thumbs to pull her sphincter open, then slid my meat inside.

I started slowly, but my mother pushed backwards and slid her ass down my cock until her heavy cheeks were pressed against my abdomen. Then she began sliding her ass up and down my shaft.

“Are you going to make me do all the work?” she said.

That irritated me, so I slapped her ass, grabbed her hips, and began reaming my cock in and out of my mother’s asshole. A second later I felt another orgasm wash through her, which made me even hornier. I picked up the pace, then pressed my chest against her back and reached around to squeeze her pendulous tits hard. She moaned and squeezed her ass muscles, making me moan in return.

I leaned back and returned to reaming out her asshole. Each stroke of my cock made her ass flesh stick out a little, gripping my meat. The intensity of my motions made the lube in her asshole foam and slip out, sliding down her gaped cunt beneath. She moaned again, and I think she came yet again.

I tried to slow down a bit, but my mother called out “harder, faster” again and slammed her ass all the way down my meat, pounding her cheeks against my stomach and squeezing her asshole hard. I moaned and thought I was going to come but managed to regain control, but only for a moment.

“Come inside, Jacob. Come inside your mother’s asshole.”

I was getting close. I was using every technique I knew to try to delay the inevitable, but her constant exhortations to go faster and harder were wearing me down.

My mother gave me one final plea. “Come inside mommy, Jacob.”

That was it. I lost control. My balls tightened and a torrent of sticky, pearly juice shot out of my cock into my mother’s waiting, gaping asshole. She screamed my name as I unloaded inside of her. I filled her up completely, leaving trails of semen dribbling out of her spincter around my throbbing cock.

I rolled off her and lay on the bed beside her, utterly spent. She lay beside me, my jizz sliding from her still-gaped ass.

Kell clapped…

A BRIEF EPILOGUE (what happened afterwards)

My mother was good as her word and both Kell and I got the money she promised.

The four of us are currently quarantined at my mom’s house. You can imagine the things we are doing. I would tell you but that might be a story for another day.

The situation with my mom has patched up sufficiently that the four of us are considering making this a permanent arrangement once Covid is passed. We’ll see.

My mother is a whiz with hidden cams and a bit of an exhibitionist, like her sister. I can’t wait for this pandemic to pass so we can put both to the test. But that, too, is a story for another day.

This is not how I expected things would turn out, but sometimes life has a way of throwing you curves.

But the most important thing right now is that we are all pretty happy.

And this is the end of my story (at least for now).

THE END.

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