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Kristy

Emily

Mom

Author’s Note

ONE

There was always something welcoming about my sister’s temper. It was the easiest reminder that I was home, that things still were the same, that I could rely on the routine of it to get me through these strange times.

"She’s lost her fucking mind!" Kristy was my older, and much louder sister. She was a ball of passion, her face a stark contrast with the woman she was, as cute, freckled cheeks met a small button nose, as her supple bust moved beneath her shirt, the fabric barely able to contain her.

She grabbed the last bag we’d pulled from the car, and threw it into the hall, shattering whatever sat inside it with a loud thump. "Sorry.” She said, a bright red spreading across her fair complexion. “It's just- What the fuck is wrong with her?"

Her anger was understandable...

Mom had decided on a brand-new adventure for the four of us. It was as though she’d lost her mind, the thought of forming a harem a strange realisation, as she explained why my sisters should fuck me.

It was a bizarre string of drawn-out thoughts. There were mentions of woman’s movements, and male confidence, and sexual freedom. There were long tangents on the importance of family, on how men needed constant sex, on how society had neglected that fact, and been too shy to embrace taboos.

It stretched out in a long message in our group chat. It was mostly drained out by the confused replies from Kristy, starting with mild amusement, until she realised Mom was serious.

"I'll talk to her..."

"You'll talk to her?"

"Yeah. I'll tell her she's gone crazy, and it's not funny."

Kristy looked me over with her usual stare. It sat beneath her hazel eyes, the soft brown containing her anger in a big, round glare. "I swear, Mike. If she keeps going on about this- I'll- I'll-"

"You'll what?"

She sucked her lip, and pushed me, too weak to see me move. "Fuck you." She snarled, the rage she'd inherited from Dad bright on her face, swimming in a deep red that simmered around her neck and ears. "Why does she have to be so fucking weird?" She slumped her shoulders, and rested against my chest, the feel of her nipples cornering my mind. "Who even thinks like that."

"Mom does..." I chuckled. "We'll figure it out."

We continued packing the rest of my things from the car. My room had been converted into Emily's studio, the paints and brushes spread against the floor, and walls, making it unclear how I was supposed to sleep in it.

"I think that's the last of it." I lowered to my knees with Kristy, and let down the final box. We looked over the room, unsure of how we'd unpack, or where anything would go.

"I didn't know she did this to it." Kristy ran her finger against the wall, letting it sink into a slightly dry run of paint that stretched from the ceiling.

"You never came in here?"

She shook her head. "Why would I?"

I opened the box, and began placing things in spaces that seemed reasonable. I spread out my trinkets along the walls, my trophies, and books, and pictures, creating a sense of the space that I remembered.

I found the cleanest spot and stacked two books on top of each other. I placed my laptop on top, careful to avoid any paint, before I plugged in the charger and connected it. "That should do, for now..."

"Mhhmmmn." Kristy mumbled, her stare distant, and occupied, telling me her mind was somewhere else.

I couldn't help but notice how much she'd changed. She was so much thicker than when I'd left, so much more of a woman, tight and erotic, and fit, sporting the thick thighs of our mother, her breasts two pert globes that defied gravity’s pull.

“What?” Her eyes returned to the present, as she caught me staring. A red blush spread against her neck, highlighting her acknowledgement.

“Nothing...” I stood to my feet. “Just happy to be back.”

She flashed me a reluctant grin. “Don’t turn weird on me as well.”

“I won’t.”

She reached out her arms, and wrapped them around me. “Good.”

I couldn’t deny how much I missed hearing her argue with Emily in the morning, seeing her for breakfast every day. I could understand why Mom thought there was potential. We loved each other, truly, unconditionally.

“Would you do it?” She asked in a muffled whisper against my shoulder, the question to embarrassing to say out loud.

I paused for a brief moment, and felt her tense against me. “Would you?”

She kept her head in my chest, unwilling to say it directly to me. “I asked first...”

“And I asked second...”

There was a shared silence, before a light chuckle lifted the tension. It seemed to cut through the air, wiping away a certain frustration I didn’t realise was there.

“Would you?” I asked again, feeling a side of me I’d never known come to life, the image of my wild sister as a sexual entity, someone to be lusted after. It felt hard to imagine, but I did; our bodies pressed together, my cock between her legs, the look in her eyes as I entered, similar to the look she was giving me now, a look of tenderness, a look of longing, a look of endless possibility.

She bit her lips, as her eyes trailed mine. She looked as though she would kiss me, as though her face was getting closer, as though the year apart had fostered something she’d missed.

“No.” she said. “I wouldn’t...”

TWO

“Mikey!” A loud screech warned me of Emily’s presence. I watched her dash towards me through the garden, her small body wrapped in a tight office shirt, tucked into her skirt that rode up as she ran. “Why didn’t you text me?” She leapt into my arms, the weight of her nearly crashing us both to the ground. “I thought you were coming back next week?”

My younger sister was the sweetest person I’d ever known. Even carrying her now filled me with joy, her body warm and soft and malleable. Her skirt bundled around her waist, letting my hands catch under her bare thigh, pushing her sex up against me, as she dotted kisses across my cheek.

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” I let her down, and watched the love radiate from her skin. She was beaming in a bright, beautiful glow, her smile a pearly white, stretching from ear to ear.

“Did you see Mom’s message.” Her smile grew even wider.

“I did. It’s-”

“And?” She said, her form still jumpy with joy. “Isn’t it great?” She was still the same, always eager, always bubbly, a small well of joy emphasised by her heavy-set breasts as they jiggled with her excitement.

“Emi, you understand what that means, yeah?”

She batted her eyelashes, and pushed out her chest, letting me see her soft complexion fill out her cleavage. “Mhhmmnnn.” The smile on her face grew even wider. “It means we get to sleep together.”

“You want that?”

“We love each other, right?” She said it as though it justified something, as though it was common sense. Brothers and sister’s fuck, a forgone conclusion in her tone.

“Yeah, but-”

She tiptoed, and met her lips to mine. She cut through my worry with her taste buds, distracting me with the distinct flavour of gloss, letting me feel the weight of her lips push mine open in a slow, adoring dance.

“Don’t you want this?” The tone in her voice was nothing I’d heard from her before. She was mature now. She wanted me to see it, to feel it against my tongue, as her palm stretched against my cock, to take it in as she led my touch along her hips, then stomach, then breasts, forcing me to grope her through her shirt.

“Think of how much fun we’ll have.” This wasn’t my innocent little sister, the one who cried when I told her I was leaving, desperately clinging to my arm.

For a brief moment, I let myself imagine. The shape of her had caught me, that soft sweet touch of her form that seemed to mold into my palm, the way her voice floated out in gentle gasps, coaxing me, taking me on a trip along her wet tongue in a wild, impassioned greeting.

Every day could be like this.

It all seemed so easy...

She broke free from my kiss, and began lifting my shirt. “I want you to fuck m-”

“What’s this?” Kristy’s voice caused us both to jump. She stood on the patio, grocery bag in hand, eyes squinting at us both, as we stood like lost teens caught before sneaking out.

Emily let go of my shirt. The fabric slid back down, as disappointment filled my chest. “It’s- it’s not what it looks like.” My voice trembled, not at the thought at what Kristy might do, but at the fact that she'd seen me, that she'd noticed her brother was weird, that I’d seen it in myself too.

Kristy turned her attention to Emily.

She skipped over to Kristy. "We were making out." She hugged her. "Didn't you hear? We can-"

"I heard." Kristy flashed my the most venomous scowl I’d ever seen, her face contorted into a terrifying mix of supressed anger, as though she’d jump me the moment Emily left.

I decided to leave first. "Is Mom back?"

Kristy lifted her grocery bag. "I met her at Green Cart, and we brought back some stuff."

"Right..." I nodded, and meekly passed them, as the heat of Kristy's stare followed me, me into the kitchen, then out into the dining room.

"Oh hey, sweetie." Mom stood there exactly as I remembered. She moved a bunch of bags up onto the table, her body tight in her dark blue jeans, and white tee, hair flowing over her shoulders in deep, dark curls, that stretched along her back.

I moved in to help her, and grabbed a few off the floor. "Hey ma." I kissed her cheek, feeling her smile spread across her face, as she leaned into my touch.

"When did you get back?" She rummaged through one of the bags. She handed me some soap, a toothbrush, and gel. "For you."

"Only a couple hours ago."

"And I couldn't get a text? You know I would have made something nice for us, if I'd known you would be home so early."

I kissed her cheek again. "Don't worry about it."

There was an air of normalcy between us. It was as though she hadn't texted what she did, as though her mind simply didn't remember it, didn't care that she had made an offer of incest towards her only son.

"You okay?" She looked at me through the soft brown of her eyes, and cute smile that she shared with Emily.

"The text..."

"What about it?" She grabbed a bag, and walked into the kitchen.

I followed behind her, the tension in my mind focusing my eyes on her hips, her tight waist, and ass. "What do you mean, what about it? Mom, you remember what you sent, right?"

"Honey...” She began emptying containers, and filling them with products. “You know I don't like games. Say what's on your mind." She replaced the sugar, then salt, then pepper shakers. She replaced the cereal from the lower draw, throwing out an old box of my favourite, and replacing it with a new bran flavoured option. "Gotta watch the weight these days." She chuckled. "Everything's gotten so sugary-"

"Mom."

She looked up at me, as she knelt on the floor. “Honey, either speak your mind or let me focus on getting things ready.”

The kitchen had a window that sat just above where she was. I could see Kristy, and Emily through it, both chatting, both circling each other, as Kristy was clearly trying to calm her down from the idea of this all.

A part of me had agreed with Kristy. It was strange and weird, and an absurd suggestion. It was something that would change our family forever, a position we could never retreat from, no matter how many regrets or concerns we addressed.

It was silly.

It was...

But that kiss had made it real.

A second part of me wondered what I was against.

"Are you serious about what you said?"