Chương 1509: HOME INVASION
For as long as I can remember, it's always just been me, my mom and my sister. My dad left before me and my sister were born (we're twins), and we've never even met him. He was a few years older than Mom, seduced her and got her pregnant when she was just sixteen. He bailed as soon as he found out, but to his credit, he's paid a fairly sizable amount of alimony to my mom over the past eighteen years. And that's the last I'll mention him.
Mom's name is Elizabeth. She's the best and I love her to death. She works at my high school as the secretary; which is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because she's just a moment away if I need her; a curse because she's just a moment away if I'm in trouble. Not that I get into trouble much, but it's hard to ditch class if your mom's the one who calls your house to say that you missed class. But I have gotten into a couple of fights (more on that later), and while Mom was annoyed and shocked by this, once she heard my reasoning for starting them, she was quick to forgive me.
My twin sister's name is Rheta (pronounced the same as Rita). Mom found the name in some obscure fantasy book and really liked it. Rheta's smart, being one of the best students in our small school's graduating class this year. As well as being quite shy. This combo has led nearly everyone in our year to know who she is, but left her with only two friends. As my sister's quite beautiful, she's had lots of guys ask her out, but she's never said yes to any of them (again, more on this later).
As for me, my name's Henry (named after my great-grandfather, if you're interested). I'm nowhere near as smart as my sister, but I still get decent grades. I'm a loner, not really having friends just people that I can ask to play a game of basketball with should the mood strike. I'm not tall or skilled enough to play for the school team, but a game of Horse is always fun. I do however, have a black belt from my local karate dojo which has kept me in decent shape for the past eight years.
This story ultimately begins about six months ago. The three of us were at this cottage we have rented since me and Rheta were six; it's my favourite place in the world. Sitting on a half acre of land, this slice of paradise is our family's retreat from the world; it's on a small hill that goes down to the water, creating a small beach. A line of trees on each side shields the property from prying eyes, not that there was ever any.
It was a hot summer day, barely a cloud in the sky, and only the whisper of a breeze that tantalized cool relief from the day. I was down by the beach, sitting in a lounge chair as I read an old Flash comic from the 90s that had been at this place since before we'd started renting it. I was just about to set it down and head up to the cottage for a bit of lunch, when I saw my mom and my sister coming down the hill with a plate of food each.
But it wasn't the food that stopped me in my tracks, it was them. Both of them were wearing two-piece bathing suits, something that I'd never seen either of them do before. I watched as their breasts jiggled all the way down the hill; while their tops covered most of their tits, they also pushed them up and together, creating deep valleys of cleavage on both of them. As my eyes roamed down their bodies, I took in their flat stomachs and narrow waists that flared out to wide hips (Mom's being wider than my sister's). Their legs were strong, as all three of us would run for an hour on the treadmill we had at home three times a week; Mom's thighs were thicker than Rheta's, but she still had a healthy dose of meat to her.
Blood rushed to my cock as they drew closer and I realized for the first time how beautiful my mother and sister were. Or at least, this was the first time that I'd noticed them as hot, sexy females. In an attempt to hide my growing erection, I sat back down on the chair I'd just vacated and pulled my legs up. It was then, as if in sync, they came around my chair and walked over to the two others that sat on the beach, bending at the waist as they stuck their asses out in my direction (Mom's bikini was barely able to contain her upside-down heart shaped ass, whereas the material on my sister's was stretched tight over her peached shaped one) as they put their plates down and dragged the chairs so that they were on either side of me. Mom on my left and Rheta on my right.
I suppose I should tell you what my mom and sister look like. And the truth is, they could pass for sisters. Like Mom and her sister, my Aunt Marie, don't even look this similar. They both have really long flowing black hair that they wear in the same style, most of it's loosely pulled back into a sort of loose man-bun at the back before letting the rest flow down their backs while they have two lightly curled bangs that hang down and frame their faces. If you've ever seen Avatar: The Last Airbender, think of combining Azula and her mom's hairstyles and that's basically what my Mom and sister have. Mom's slightly taller than Rheta and has bigger boobs (I've since learned Mom's a 40EE whereas my sister is a 36C). All three of us have golden hazel eyes and my sister's lips are a dark shade of pink that match her areolas perfectly. Mom's lips are a lighter pink and her areolas are the same colour as Rheta's (although, in this current moment, I didn't know these things). As I said, my mother and sister basically look like twins themselves, but where Rheta is firm and pert, Mom is, for lack of a better word, doughy (but in the best possible way).
As I forced myself to watch the lake and not get caught ogling either of them, I tried to think of anything and everything under the sun to get my cock to settle down. I had just found the image of our school's 85-year-old principal in my memory bank, when Mom ruined all my progress. Holding up a grape before my vision, she teased, "Would my lord like something to eat? We slaved away creating the greatest feast that we could provide for such a beach outing."
"Mom, you make it sound like we're his servants," my sister said, drawing my attention back to her. "It's bad enough that you forced me into this ridiculous bikini, please don't humiliate me further by implying that my younger brother is the boss of me."
"It's only twenty minutes!" I defended myself. Something completely undone by the fact that Rheta was mouthing the refrain along with me, purposefully making her face look extra stupid to prove that she was better than me.
"I didn't force you to wear anything, Rhe (my sister's nickname)," Mom said. "I simply requested that you come out with me and that we spend some time together working on our tans. And besides," she added as an afterthought, "you and your brother both know that he's the servant in the household and that teasing him about that fact is something the both of us love doing." Rheta just nodded along to this in agreement.
Jumping up, my wilting erection all but forgotten, I said, "I'm not your servant! I'm the man of the house! And as such, it's my duty to ensure that you two are looked after and that any manual chores are done so you don't have to do them. You two will miss me when I'm gone next year."
Both of them giggled at this, but Mom just nodded her head. "Yes sweetie, I will miss both of you greatly next year when you go off to college. But not because I'll be doing all the chores; but because my babies will be gone and I'll be left alone. The two of you will be out in the world, living your own lives and I'll be left by the wayside as you forge onwards."
"Mom, we aren't going to leave you," I said as I sat down beside her on the lounge chair and pulled her into a hug.
A second later we were joined by Rheta as she joined us in the hug. "You have nothing to worry about Mom. We're not big on friends and we've already promised to come home every other weekend." I felt Mom nod to this after a moment, and after another minute or so we disengaged from each other and sat on our respective chairs.
The rest of the afternoon passed without much incident, aside from the fact that I was extremely focused on not getting an erection and/or staring at either of them for more than a few seconds. That was, until after dinner. The way that the cottage is set up is that the sunroom runs the length of the building with an entrance at either end into the cottage proper. There's three bedrooms, with the middle one being flush with the sunroom and having a window (like a takeout window) into the sunroom. The middle bedroom's always been mine, and I usually have the window closed, but I'd opened it when we came in for dinner to let the breeze blowing through the sunroom cool off my room so it wasn't so stuffy tonight.
And apparently, my mom and sister hadn't noticed. After dinner was cleaned up, I'd gone into the family room, pulled out the GameCube and started to play some Smash Bros. After finishing a fight, I got up to go to the bathroom at the other end of the cottage, not really paying attention to fact that Mom and Rheta were giggling in the sunroom as I walked by my bedroom.
It was as I was coming back that I heard the words that would ultimately change our family forever. "Do you think Henry liked the display we gave him today?" I heard Mom ask, being quite flirtatiously playful.
"That's disgusting Mother," Rheta said. "I can't believe you conned me into dressing so trashy in the first place, let alone that brazen display pulling our chairs to his." This shocked me to my core: not only had they displayed themselves on purpose, but they'd done it to tease me. "My skin is still crawling from having his eyes on me like that."
"You're the one who said he had a big dick after you saw him sneaking out to go skinny dipping the other night. I believe your exact words were 'fuck my brother's got a huge cock!' before you asked me if I'd seen how thick he is." I didn't even know my sister knew such language. "So, I simply offered up a way to kill two birds with one stone: see if he's gay by giving him an eyeful, hoping that he'd give us one as well." Wait, how long had Mom thought I was gay?
"That's disgusting Mom," Rheta reiterated. "He shouldn't be turned on by his mom and sister, it's just wrong."
"Says the girl who went and jilled herself to a massive orgasm after she saw her brother's supposedly huge cock."
"I-I-I did no such thing," Rheta tried to defend herself. Even without seeing her I could tell that she was blushing, which meant she was lying. Holy shit, my sister had gotten off to thoughts of me.
"Your screaming in pleasure as you cried 'Yes BIG brother!' woke me up. I had half a mind to make sure the two of you weren't actually fucking, but after only hearing you for thirty seconds, I figured you were alone. So, I let you be; no need to make things awkward."
"No, this isn't awkward at all. What's awkward about talking with my mom about masturbating to thoughts of my brother; while she goes on about how loud I am, while also bringing up schemes to have him show us his boner without asking for it directly, because that would be just slightly awkward." As awed as I was by this conversation, the way Rheta just said this, every word dripping sarcasm, was making me double over with silent laughter.
"You've been wanting to have these types of conversations ever since your brother got into a fight with that Duque boy back in March. When your crush on him began." Wait, Rheta had a crush on me? (Quick summary, that Duque boy was in the year ahead of Rheta and I and had been bothering her since the end of Christmas break, trying to get her to go out with him. When she'd rejected him for the who knows how many-eth time, he'd gotten physical with her, demanding she go out with him. Upon seeing this, I did what any brother would do and started beating on him like a madman. We both were suspended for a week for the fight.)
"And when did yours start, my dear perverted mother? We've only been 18 for a couple of weeks, and I've seen you eyeing Henry like a piece of meat for at least a year now. You've been way too excited, and understanding, with all this talk of his dick." Rheta was right, I realized upon looking back over this conversation: Mom was more into it than she should have been. Which made me wonder, had Mom been eyeing me so luridly over the past while? I certainly hadn't noticed, but clearly my sister had.
"I don't have a crush on your brother," Mom said in a suspiciously even tone. "What you think you've seen is simply me realizing that Henry is growing up and that I'm proud of the man he's becoming. My so-called eagerness is just the mom in me happy that you're confiding in me about such things and my trying not to screw it up by overreacting in a way that would have you close off yourself from me."
"Oh, Mom, that's so sweet," Rheta said. Did she not pick up on the subtle tone Mom was using? "But that doesn't answer my question: how long have you wanted to fuck your own son?"
"I don't appreciate that tone, missy," Mom said in her most mom voice. "Nor do I appreciate being called a pervert. The love I have for both you and your brother is strictly maternal. Am I blind to the fact that Henry is a handsome young man; no I am not. But I do not have lustful thoughts about him, thank you very much."
"Me thinks the lady doth protest too much," Rheta quoted Shakespeare, very much saying what I was thinking myself. "But I'll take your word for it," she quickly added; clearly Mom was not impressed. A minute passed where they seemed to be judging each other, and I was tempted to peak through the blinds on the window and see their stare off. Finally, Rheta broke the silence, "But to answer your original question, I think that Henry very much enjoyed that slutty display you insisted we give him. I mean, did you see how quickly he sat back down in that chair; he was probably trying to hide the erection he was sprouting."
This caused both of them to start giggling again. I knew that I should have stopped listening a long time ago and ignore what I'd heard so far, but as an 18-year-old virgin, my hormones wouldn't let me. As I waited for the giggle fit to cease, I slowly crept myself towards the window; hoping to catch a peek at them in this lustful conversation. As I pressed myself against the wall at the window's edge, barely pulling the blinds back so I could look out, I was surprised by the way the conversation next steered.
"Who do you think he was looking at more, me or you?" my sister asked. Despite her earlier claim, Rheta was clearly becoming comfortable with this conversation, and the incestuous nature of its topic.
"Honestly, I think he spent all his energy focusing on not staring that I don't think he took full advantage of our display," Mom replied. Seeing the confusion on Rheta's face at this comment, Mom elaborated, "Since you were so busy trying to catch his dick growing-"
"I was merely making sure that your ridiculous plan actually worked, which it didn't by the way," interrupted my sister.
The smile Mom gave to this was both 'gotchya' and amused pity. "Like I said, your brother was too busy trying not to get an erection, staring into nothing, for him to choose which of us he found hotter. Although, even if he did pay attention to us, I'm not sure he'd be able to decide." If that wasn't the truth, I don't know what was. Hearing this was making me just as hard as seeing them earlier had, and I had half a mind to go out there show them what they did to me. I probably would have had I been 1,000,000,000% sure that they'd join me in being exposed and down to fuck.
But, alas, I couldn't cross that line.
We were at this cottage for another two weeks, in which the sexual tension only got worse. It was torture as the two of them continued wearing matching clothes just in different colours. One day black and white, the next silver and gold. The worst was the day the cottagers on the lake all got on their boats, adorned with Christmas lights and putted down the lake as they all celebrated Christmas in July; Mom and Rheta had matching striped red and green bikinis with white snowflakes where their nipples would be, as well as the centre of the crotch on the bottoms (these were also yin-yang-ed so that where Mom's had a green stripe, Rhe's would have a red one and vise versa). I nearly came in my shorts when I saw that these suits' bottoms didn't cover their full asses, leaving about a quarter of each cheek exposed to my bulging eyes.
How I made it through those two weeks without jumping either of them I'll never truly know. It was even harder after hearing them (on separate occasions) masturbating to thoughts of me, as I went to dispose of proof of my own jerk-off sessions. Rheta was louder than Mom, but the things that came from Mom's mouth in hushed tones would have me raging hard again even after I'd already come twice in the past hour.
The teasing slowed down once we returned home and the routine of life set upon us once again. Every now and again, I'd sneak into one of their rooms when I was alone in the house and steal a pair of their panties from their laundry. This was also when I took the time to read the labels on their bras. In my most daring hours, I'd jerk off into the cups of their bras (clean white ones so I wouldn't get caught) then put them back in their drawers.
Over the next couple of months, I found myself sinking deeper and deeper into incest fantasies. Honestly, I tried to focus on my studies (it was my final year of high school after all), but the more I tried to focus, the more I found myself succumbing to my (apparently family-shared) perversions. By the time Halloween rolled around, I'd resigned myself to getting grades that were about one and a half letter grades down from my usual fare.
And this is where my mother working at the school we attended, becomes a curse. My teachers obviously told her about my seeming lack in focus, which led to her confronting me on Halloween. Rheta had decided to study with a friend for the night as she had a test the day after next, so it was just the two of us in the house.
"Sweetie, can we talk about something?" Mom asked over dinner. "Something important."
Thinking that she was about to bust me for jerking off into her and my sister's bras and/or stealing their panties, I froze as I looked at her. Nodding slowly, I asked, "Am I in trouble?"
"Not in the sense you're thinking of," she answered, causing me to give a look of confusion. She elaborated, "It's about school." There was a pause as we looked at each other, waiting for the other to talk. Finally, Mom continued, "Your teachers are starting to worry, your grades are slipping; you seem to be constantly distracted and that seems to be affecting your work."
Knowing that I couldn't tell the truth, at least the full truth, I found myself confirming Mom's suspicions. "I am." Looking into her eyes, I could tell she wouldn't break the silence that followed my admission, she wanted a fuller explanation. Heaving a bit of a sigh I continued, "It's kinda embarrassing, and I can't really talk about it with you."
"You can talk to me about anything, honey. Even if it's embarrassing-especially if it's embarrassing. I'm your mother, you shouldn't feel embarrassed to talk to me about stuff. There's nothing you can say that would surprise me: I raised you, I've seen you naked, I do your laundry and clean your room; you can tell me what's bothering you."
I was really tempted to say 'yeah right; I can tell you about how I'm obsessed with the thought of fucking you and Rheta' but I held myself back. Instead, I took a stab and hoped that my next words would lead to the fulfillment of my obsession. "I'm really horny." The look on Mom's face as I said that almost made me laugh. The shock that I'd just came out and said it was probably the biggest factor in her reaction as she was like a deer caught in the headlights as she opened and closed her mouth trying to form the words to properly respond to this. "Like all the time; the girls in my classes, Ms. Frost (the sexy MILF English teacher), hell even Alexandria from down the street. I'm constantly surrounded by girls that make me harder than diamonds and I can't do anything about it. Well, anything more than I'm already doing."Mom opened and closed her mouth a few times as she tried to formulate a response to my slightly inaccurate confession. "Well, I know that being a teenage boy surrounded by attractive females is har-I mean difficult-difficult at the best of times. And with this being your senior year and all the pressure I'm sure you feel about applying for college, you're bound to feel pent up." Her face was somehow both beet red from embarrassment as well as a frightened pale at having this conversation in the first place. Since I'd brought this on myself, I couldn't really feel embarrassed, but I got major second-hand embarrassment from just seeing Mom trying to act cool about this whole thing. "Although, I'm not going to lie, you being so antsy is a bit of a relief for me as it means that you aren't being unsafe with some random girl or girls."
"That's because I haven't had the chance to be, safe or not," I interjected before she could continue. "And before you say anything, of course I'd be safe; I don't want a disease or to get some girl pregnant at this point in life."
"That's good to hear. The safety part, not the part where you can't get any." She stared at me in slight horror as she said this. "Wow, that came out wrong," she stage-whispered, causing us both to laugh.
"It's ok, I know what you meant." I paused as she looked at me, seeking the forgiveness I was giving. "You want me to stay a chaste little boy so that you can keep me all to yourself." She started to stutter in search of a response to this, before I cut her off again, "I'm kidding, mother. I'm just teasing you."
"Right, yes," she said as she finally seemed to regain her composure. "But, getting back to the topic at hand-"
"Oh, low blow!" I teased with a smile.
Mom ignored my lame joke and continued as if I hadn't interrupted her. "Getting back to what we were originally discussing, I'm concerned about your grades Henry. I know that...stimuli outside of school can be overwhelming at times, but is that all this really is? When you first hit puberty, you weren't this distracted, so why is everything so different now?" The genuine concern about my wellbeing was truly touching, and probably what made me answer.
"Let's just say I've been focused more on a couple of girls in particular, as well as the fact that I can't have them," I replied honestly as I avoided her gaze.
"You can't have them as in they're too old for you or they're in a relationship with someone else right now?"
"Does it matter why I can't have them?"
"No, I guess it really doesn't," Mom said as she placed her hand on the back of my head and began to gently stroke me there. "But no matter who they are, they'd be lucky to have you. You're smart, funny and handsome; add in the fact that you're clearly mature enough to put their needs above your own and any woman would be lucky to have you."
Well, if that wasn't just the biggest unintended guilt trip in all of history, I don't know what was. Still, guilt trip or not, that choked me up a bit. "Thanks Mom, that means a lot coming from you." I put my arms around her and gave her a big hug.
Kissing my temple, she said, "You're welcome, sweetie. I love you."
"Love you too, Mom," I whispered into her chest. "And just so you know, I am trying to focus more on schoolwork; I'm trying to put this obsession behind me. Just give me a couple of weeks." That wasn't true, I had no intention of stopping my obsession; if anything, this conversation had only fueled it more. But that didn't mean I was going to pass up the opportunity to gain some time and brownie points for future use.
Dinner passed without any further incident; but the rest of the night wasn't as lucky. Even though it was Halloween, very few kids showed up at our door. In fact, I think that only about 10 showed up (the last few were very happy as they got like half of our giant mixing bowl of candy between the 3 of them) but there were still some cool costumes. No, the rest of the night's excitement came much later in the evening. Around nine, I'd headed up to my room to actually fulfill my promise to Mom and start some work on a project I had due in a couple weeks for my chemistry class.
About an hour and a half later, I hear a gentle knock on my door as it swings open and Mom walks in. Looking down at me on my bed, my laptop and notebook on either side of me, she says, "I think I'm going to turn in. What are you working on?"
Standing up to stretch and give her a hug and kiss goodnight, I let out a loud yawn. "Chem project for Duris due in a few weeks; figured I could try to get a leg up on it."
"Well, don't stay up too late, you still have to go to class in the morning."
"I've done all I want to do for the night; I'll probably just watch YouTube for a bit before going to sleep. Do you want me to wear headphones so I don't keep you up?" I asked.
For such a normal question, it seemed to spark something in Mom for the briefest of moments. "No, I don't think that will be necessary," she said with a yawn. "I think I'll be asleep in a few minutes anyway. Good night sweetie."
"Night Mom." Putting my books away, I sat down on the bed and opened up YouTube. After about five videos by OSP, I switched over to what was fast becoming my favourite porn site: Literotica. Looking at the mother son sex and brother sister sex pages brought nothing new up that seemed exciting to me, so I scrolled down to the bottom and clicked to go to page four.
And that's when I found it.
The story that changed my life.
The story that changed the lives of my entire family.
A story by the name of 'What Goes Around Comes Around' by dezurtdawg. Holy shit, is that story hot. By the end of the first chapter, I'd blown my load twice. I wanted to immediately start reading the next chapter, but after glancing at the clock and seeing it was already 1:30, I decided that I could wait until tomorrow night to finish the tale. Gathering the wads of Kleenex I'd used to shoot my cum into, I headed to the bathroom to flush them down the toilet (pro tip, this disposes of the evidence effectively, while also leaving little mess behind for others to find).
Walking as quietly as I could to the bathroom, which is placed centrally on our upper floor, I was startled to hear moaning coming from my mom's room.
Curious as to what Mom was masturbating to, I eased my way to her door as quietly as I could. I hadn't heard her masturbate since before the end of summer and I was wondering what got her so hot that she was still masturbating nearly three hours after she went to bed. Slowly, painfully slow, I twisted the knob and opened the door, the sound of her buzzing vibrator now clearly heard. There wasn't any light on and none coming in through the window, so I couldn't see what she was doing. But as disappointing as that was, hearing her was just as hot.
"Oh baby, yes. Fuck me, fuck me honey! Oh FUCK, you fuck Mommy's pussy so good! Oh Henry, your cock is so big, you're stretching me out baby." Hearing her call my name was super exciting and had my dick standing at attention in two seconds flat. She didn't talk much for a bit, just moaning sexily. "YES! Yes, I'm your slut, your Mommy-Slut." A brief pause later and she continued, "You do. You own my pussy, baby. My pussy, ass, mouth, tits they all belong to you! My son, my Master!" She gave a quiet scream as she called me her master, which covered the moan I gave at hearing it quite well. "YES! I'll do whatever you say, Master." It was like she could hear me asking her to do slutty things in her head and agreed to them. "Yes, you can fuck me in school." "Oh, I'll bring you whichever teacher or student you want to fuck." "Yes, OH, you naughty boy, I'll seduce your sister, tie her to this bed and jill myself as you fuck her into oblivion; then I'll lick all the delicious cum you've left in and on her, saving it in my dirty little mouth, before kissing her awake by shoving your cum down her throat." Fuck, that was the hottest thing I've ever heard come out of anyone's mouth. "Oh, please Master, can I cum? Mommy-Slut needs to come so bad, please tell me I can cum." "Fuck! Yes, Master, Mommy-Slut will obey; I'm too submissive to disobey." There was a brief pause where all I could hear was her whimpering and the buzz of her vibrator. But after about a minute she was talking to her imagined version of me again, "Please, Master, can I cum? Mommy-Slut needs to cum so bad, baby; I can't hold it much longer. Just please, tell this slut what she can do to make you cum faster." "You like my slutty mouth? You like to hear your Mommy-Slut say nasty things? You like picturing the things I say? Things like: I love wearing the bras you jack off into; feeling your dried cum against my nipples always makes me feel so slutty. Although, I wish you'd use my dainty little thongs, I don't think I'd stop orgasming if you came in my thong and I got to feel your dried cum rubbing against my clit all day. Or how about: I want to use your jizz as a creamer in your sister's tea every morning. Don't you think it would be so hot to know that your sister's drinking your cum without knowing it, that I sucked you off first thing in the morning, denied myself the pleasure of swallowing and spat your huge load into her tea for her to guzzle down? Oh, you like that idea Master? I could feel your cock get even bigger at that. What if you fucked me in the morning, came in my slutty little pussy and I drained my pussy into Rheta's tea? She'd be drinking our combined juices baby. YESSSS! Cum in my pussy, Master! OH MOMMY-SLUT'S CUMMING!!!!!!!!"
She went quiet for a long while as she caught her breath from what was clearly a massive orgasm. Without even touching myself, I'd jizzed my shorts; the scenario my mother had painted was so hot and so vivid in my head. If ever I got the chance, we'd definitely would do that. Feeling the stickiness that was now my boxers, I closed Mom's door and ran to the bathroom as quietly as I could. Trying to stay undetected, I cleaned myself up in the dark, throwing my used toilet paper and Kleenexes into the toilet. I waited another fifteen minutes before I dared to flush the toilet, praying Mom had fallen asleep by then; during that time, I took off my boxers and buried them halfway down into the laundry hamper in the bathroom so that they wouldn't be on top for everyone to look at in the morning. Sneaking back to bed, I tired to get myself to fall asleep, but my mind just kept replaying the audio porn that I'd just heard.
I'd like to say that when I woke up the next morning, I walked right into Mom's room and fucked the shit out of her; that I turned all the fantasy that I'd heard the night before into my new reality. But alas, I am not so bold. In fact, I could barely look at Mom that morning. When she asked why I was acting so strange I (somewhat) lied and said that I hadn't gotten much sleep last night as I'd stayed up later than I'd hoped having fallen down the rabbit hole that is YouTube. I also quickly alleviated any fears that she might have had at this by telling her I'd put my headphones on so as not to keep her up.
I felt really bad that day as we drove home after school; I had promised Mom that I would try more in school, but after last night, I couldn't think of anything else. Thankfully Rheta and Mom spent the entire drive talking about what Rhe and her friend had done the night before besides study. I was too busy trying to not picture them kneeling before me as they orally worshipped my cock to pay much attention. Getting home, I made a beeline for my bedroom, fully intending to spend the next hour until dinner jacking off to relieve (or was it relive) the stress from last night. Deciding to kill two birds with one stone, I started to read the next chapter in the 'What Goes Around Comes Around' series.
I was about halfway through part three-having blown four loads from the hot combo of the story and Mom from last night-when Rheta knocked on my door saying that dinner was ready. Feeling comfortable that I was safe from randomly sprouting an erection for the next couple of hours, I put some sweats on and went down for dinner. It was during dinner, while Mom was talking about plans for the Christmas break, that my epiphany happened. I could be like the characters in the story I'd read; I could get someone to break into my house and force my mother and sister to have sex with me, thus allowing for my fantasy to become real and not appearing to have raped them in the process. And considering how much we all apparently wanted to cross that line, it wouldn't really be rape.
Upon having this idea, I came to find myself in a bit of a pickle: in the stories, the characters are all lifelong friends who trusted each other completely; I had no such friends, nor would it be beneficial to start hanging out with someone just for this. So after dinner, I did the riskiest thing on this earth: I made myself a new email and put an ad on Craigslist saying I was looking for help pulling a prank on a friend, specifying that there was some sexual components to what I had in mind. Once the ad was live, I forced myself to do some actual school work and wait for the morning before doing anything else with this crazy idea.
It wasn't until about a week and a half later that I finally got a hit from the ad. I'd feared that nobody used the site anymore, but the guy said he wanted the details of the plan as he was intrigued by a sexual prank war. Having had ten days to truly think this over, I'd come up with an idea as to what I'd tell people that were interested in helping (obviously I couldn't tell the truth of my wanting to fuck my mom and sis), so I told him that my buddy was a virgin but he and his girlfriend were too uptight about this sort of thing, so I was trying to be a bro by giving him a helping hand so to speak. I wanted the guy to 'break-in' and force the two to have sex. Not only would this get them over the hump, but if my 'friend' acted the goody-two-shoes that he was and tried to protect his girlfriend, it also makes him seem like a hero to her and not at fault. I said I'd eventually reveal this to them, just not right away as I hoped my actions would be undetected and they'd allow themselves to enjoy the gift of sex. I stressed, bolded and underlined, that this was solely for my buddy and his girlfriend to get theirs, and the guy wasn't allowed to participate in any way, shape or form. No photos/filming of any kind, and that just to be safe he was to show that he was turning his phone off; my buddy and I would undoubtedly talk about this and I didn't want to have to track down any loose ends.
Surprisingly, the guy was onboard for all of this, including the not getting involved part (hurray for asexuals with dubious morals) and said that this was such a weird but touching thing that he wasn't going to charge his normal rate of $5000, but give me a discount of $2000 so I'd only have to pay 3K. It was a bit more than I wanted but, his no questions asked, the discount and general discretion were hard to pass up. Thankfully, I'd had money saved up from birthdays and Christmases and doing some odd jobs for the neighbours every so often. All together I had about four grand in my bank account. I told the guy that it was a deal and that I'd get back to him with a date, time and place, as well as where I'd leave some supplies; he was responsible for concealing his identity. And with that settled, I awaited the Christmas holidays.
During that agonizingly long month wait, I continued to try and improve my grades (which I started to make some progress on), as well as continue to try and spy both Mom and Rheta during times in which they thought they were alone. There was another night where I got to overhear Mom's filthy mouth, again I came in my shorts just from hearing her words (but this time I had the foresight to bring my phone and so I got to record the whole thing, and that file is saved deep in my computer). But the best thing to happen was when I came downstairs late one night and, sitting on the couch with her hand frantically rubbing her pussy, was Rheta. On the tv was a picture of me from this summer, in my bathing suit, posing like some Greek statue of a muscleman (reverse dab and pointing to the sky) and looking like a dork. "Oh, BIG brother! You rub my pussy so good! Please Henry, stick it in, I need to feel your cock in me. Pound my virgin cunt, brother! Spew your cum on my face and titties so it dries on my face and then pound me again until I'm overflowing with your cum and I can't walk anymore! OHHHHH!"
Watching my sister cum to thoughts of me was amazing as her body spasms jerked her entire body into a sort of half crunch with every pulse. I was annoyed that I didn't have my phone with me as this would have been saved right along with my recording of Mom. As it was, I'd have to settle for the memory and hope that I could catch her again in the future. Always have your phone with you when you're perving on your family; memories fade but videos don't.
It was the Wednesday before the break when I started to put the rest of my plan in motion. To start, I did something that I'd wanted to do since that Halloween night when I'd heard Mom say it to her fantasy me: I jizzed into her panties, a black pair so that she would see the stain and know what I had done. Her initial claim about knowing I used their bras was a little unsettling, but since neither had mentioned it to me, I assumed it was something that we all enjoyed and thus I kept doing it. I'd waited this long to do this because I didn't want Mom to think that I'd heard her that night and just done it to tease her; waiting made it look like this was my choice to up the ante. After stashing her panties back in the drawer (on top so she'd see them first), I sent an email to my hired muscle telling him that it was to happen this Friday night and that I'd leave him some stuff in a bush out front, as well as giving him the address. I told him the house was not so secluded that he'd have free reign, but it wasn't in the suburbs where everyone could hear everything their neighbours did.
Heading down for dinner, I asked my mom and sister if they wanted to have a movie night on Friday, just the three of us, to kick off the holidays.
"That's a great idea, sweetie," Mom said, smiling at me.
"Yeah, sounds fun," Rheta agreed. "What sort of movie though, I don't want to be watching some Hallmark cheese fest."
"I agree," I said. "I was thinking more along the lines of like The Santa Clause movies; still cheesy but a different type of cheese."
"Just the first two, the third one is terrible," Mom said in a very momish voice. "I love me some Martin Short, but that movie is beyond saving even by him."
We both laughed our agreement at that. "Great!" I said. "Movies, pizza and a date with my two favourite ladies; the holidays are going to be great if they're starting off with this good a bang!" I couldn't resist the pun that would go over their heads now, but (hopefully) we'd all laugh about this later. Although, they seemed to be absorbed by the fact that I called them 'my favourite ladies.'
"Ok, nope, change of plans, I'm out. No way am I spending the first night of the holidays on a 'date' with my brother," Rheta mockingly said.
"Oh, but honey, he called us his favourite ladies," Mom defended in a voice that was clearly meant to be both a rebuttal against Rhe's claim, while also taking the piss out of me. But I swear I saw a redness to my sister's cheeks as Mom reiterated this point. "Henry's clearly excited; take pity on your brother, he doesn't get many dates. And besides, I think it's sweet that he wants to call the time he spends with us dates. But if you don't want to do it for him, do it for me; I haven't had a date in ages, and to say I went out with two young hotties is really something my ego needs right now.""Eww, Mom, that's gross!" Rheta said.
"You think I'm hot?" I asked at the same time as Rheta's complaint.
Mom just reached out and grabbed my hand. "You're very handsome Henry; truthfully I'm not sure why you don't have more dates. Your looks, intelligence, humour and maturity should have the girls flocking to you." The look in her eyes as she told me this made me positive that she was including herself in that statement.
"Thanks, Mom," I said after a moment, unsure of what I was supposed to say to that, before settling with gratitude.
"Ok, that's just wrong," Rheta said, ruining the moment. "You two shouldn't be making goo-goo eyes at each other like that; you're related for crying out loud!"
Looking to my sister, I felt emboldened by the fact that I knew she lusted after me just as much as she claimed to be disgusted by seeing Mom and me be intimate for a moment. "Loving someone and telling them that they have everything to make others love them isn't wrong, it's an expression of that love. And we weren't making goo-goo eyes, we were simply allowing the love we have for one another to simply continue the conversation non-verbally. Here, let me show you," I said as I leveled Rheta with a gaze full of my wanting and love for her.
As I stared my sister down, daring her silently to turn away, I saw her cheeks flush. She knew that I was telling her that I wanted to fuck her with this look. And then, surprisingly, she gave the same look back to me. Smiling, I reached out my hand and took hers in mine and gave a gentle but strong squeeze. Rheta's eyes widened before seeming to gloss over as she turned her head to look at her hand suddenly. But the movement seemed too jerky; had I just made her have a mini-orgasm?
"See," I said when she finally looked back up to me, "nothing but the love we have for each other, sister dear." Turning back to my dinner and taking a bite, I continued through my half-filled mouth. "So, movie date with me and Mom Friday night?"
"Yes," she said in a sort of awed whisper, like she was saying more to just Friday night.
"Excellent," Mom said, bringing my attention back to her. "Now that that's settled, about actual Christmas." From there the conversation was a normal family conversation. No hidden agendas or desires, just discussing what we wanted to do for the holidays and wishful thinking about presents.
After dinner, I went back upstairs and forced myself to do some homework. Now that all the pieces were in place, I had to do my part and prepare. By not jerking off for the next two days. Considering how excited I was about Friday night, that was a tall order. Thankfully, my homework was challenging enough to keep me occupied for the night and I fell asleep fairly early (compared to usual) at 10:45.
When I woke the next morning, I again had to force myself not to rub one out. My morning wood was just begging for attention and I had to picture a gay orgy of guys in their 80s to finally settle down enough. But all that effort was for naught when I came downstairs and saw Mom in her silk kimono that only came down to the middle of her thigh. She was alone, standing at the sink as she looked out the window to the backyard, and she was visibly vibrating.
Walking up to her and giving her a kiss from behind on the cheek, I said good morning, causing her to crumple into the counter. If I didn't know better, I'd say that she was having an orgasm, but the fact that she was being uncharacteristically quiet, was almost enough to disprove this notion. But when she turned to look at me, I saw the dreamy, far-off look in her eyes, as well as the flush of her skin and I knew that she'd just had a rather substantial climax. Regaining her composure slightly, Mom returned my cheek kiss before ushering us both to the table on somewhat shaky legs. "Morning, baby. You're up earlier than usual," she said once we'd sat.
"Ya, I went to bed a little early last night after I did some homework. Are you alright; you seem jumpy this morning and you're looking a little flushed." I wanted to know what had gotten her so worked up this morning that my simple greeting had caused her to finish so dramatically. Plus seeing her squirm was a nice little payback for all the times growing up that she'd done the same thing to me.
"I'm fine honey, you just startled me is all. I'm not used to having you awake this early and I wasn't expecting you to just walk up behind me," she said with a hint of a blush colouring her cheeks and her eyes definitely avoiding mine. "I guess that I spaced out and you just scared me is all."
"Really? Cuz from my end it looked like you weren't scared at all; in fact, it almost seemed like you were feeling a little buzzed as you turned to look at me." I couldn't help myself; watching her blush and try to hide the fact that she just came was too much fun to pass up on. "What were you thinking about that had you so spaced out anyways?"
Again, she averted her gaze from me as if she was trying to recall, while also blushing to high Heaven. "Oh, wasn't really anything in particular, just thinking about the upcoming holidays. I guess I was just excited from being able to spend so much time with my babies one last time before they have to leave the nest." She got a saddened look across her face as she said this and I could almost literally see the wave of sobriety that it caused in her.
Leaning over, I put an arm around her and hugged her to my side. "Don't worry Mom. I promise that I'll be home so much that you'll want me to leave," I said hoping that this was both going to be true as well as not. "And I know Rhe will be the same. The university is only 40 minutes away; we'll be home more than we'll be at the dorms I can almost guarantee it."
She gave me a kiss on the cheek at this. "Thank you, sweetie. I can always count on you to make me feel better." With another kiss to my cheek, a quick one-sided hug that mashed her large breast against my arm and a loving smile, Mom stood back up. "What do you want for breakfast, baby?"
The rest of the day, as well as Friday day passed agonizingly slow. Like slo-mo seemed like the Flash, slow. I know that I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help myself from jerking off when we got home Friday after school. The fact that I erupted after barely two minutes of stroking was probably a good thing. Not only did it take the edge off (presumably allowing me to last longer later with Mom and Rheta), the quickness would make it seem that I had just gone up to my room to change into some comfy clothes for the night. I used this window of time to take the supplies outside and leave them in the bushes just outside the front door.
Coming back inside, I returned to my room and sat at my computer. Firing up my secret email, I told my guy where I'd hidden the restraints, as well as the fact that I'd left some extra, just in case. I also said to wait until at least 8:30, it would be dark by then, as well as we'd be finished dinner and most likely have had just sat down to watch the movies (I didn't tell him that last bit). I also said that he wasn't to contact me for the next 48 hours, and only then to say how the night went. I informed him one last time that this was to get my buddy laid and that he wouldn't get the remaining $1000 if he didn't get some.
After sending this, I headed downstairs to find my sister in the kitchen starting to make some dinner. "Whatchya making? Need any help?" I asked as I leaned against the counter.
"Well, since it's apparently date night, I thought I'd make my date their favourite meal. They went to all this trouble trying to set this evening up, I figured it was the least I could do," she said as she pulled a couple blocks of cheese from the fridge.
"Aww," I teased, "who knew you could be so domestic?" I got a stuck-out tongue as a response to that. "Although, I don't recall barbequed steaks needing so much cheese."
"Silly, little brother, you're not the date I was talking about." She gave me a slight smile that any other day I know would have been teasing, but today made me freeze in panic. She couldn't have been planning to leave tonight, could she? "I'm making Mom's favourite meal." I gave a loud sigh of relief at this, causing her to laugh. "What's with the heart attack brother?"
"I just don't trust your grilling skills is all," I said, trying to throw the teasing back at her. "But I guess I can trust you to throw stuff into a pan and then the oven." Looking to everything she had on the counter, I realized that she was making lasagna (most likely to be accompanied with some garlic bread). "Offer still stands, if you need any help."
Sliding a bowl over to me, along with the cheese and a grater, she said, "Shred the cheese for me; I need three layers, plus some to dust the garlic bread." Going over to the sink to wash my hands, I stopped on my way back to give Rheta a hug and a kiss on the cheek from behind. Stiffening at my touch, she turned to face me. "What was that for?" she asked with a suspicious tone that I'm sure was trying to hide the blush I could see creeping into her cheeks.
"Just letting my favourite sister know that I love her," I replied while giving her another squeeze and subtly rubbing my crotch into her lovely and inviting ass, causing her to blush even more.
"Well, since I'm your only sister, that's not much of an accomplishment," she said as she abruptly turned back to her preparations. "Now, get shredding."
Giving her another kiss (this time to the back of her head), I made my way back to the cheese. I had shredded an entire block, as well as half of the other one, by the time Mom came down, having had a shower and wearing her silk kimono. Seeing her dressed so sexily, as well as having been constantly checking my sister out for the past ten minutes, had me sporting a mild hard on. "Please tell me that that is the dress code for date night tonight," I said to Mom with a wolf whistle.
"That's our mom, you pervert," Rheta chastised.
"You were the one calling her your date for the night," I threw back. "Besides, it's not a crime for a guy to want his dates to be dressed sexy on their dates. I think it's actually expected for him to hope for something."
"She's in a robe and probably isn't wearing any underwear-"
"Even better!"
"Eww! Again, I reiterate that she's our mother. I can't believe that I'm related to such a pervert so intricately." Rheta gave a disgusted shudder at this.
While this was all going on, I could see Mom silently laughing at us from the periphery of my vision. "That's enough you two," she said with a giggle, fully drawing our attention back to her. "Henry, your sister is right, I'm your mother, not a piece of meat. But thank you for the compliment all the same. And Rheta, your brother is right that seeing the two of us dressed so sexily is the dream of many men. But despite that fact, as my son and your brother he should be more respectful and less lustful in his ogling of us."
"A very diplomatic response mother," I responded. "Validating both our points."
Giving a shrug of her shoulders that said both 'all in a day's work' and 'yes, I'm that good' she returned to her mothering role. "No, this isn't the dress code for tonight. Sorry to disappoint Henry, but I've actually laid out the clothes I want you two to wear tonight on your beds. Since it is date night, I thought we'd get dressed up. Don't worry Rheta, we will all be dressed respectfully. Now Henry, off to the shower while we finish dinner." She walked up to me and ran her hand across my cheek and down my neck. "I want you to shave as well. Now go!" she said with a wave to upstairs and the bathroom.
I went upstairs to my room, and saw the clothes Mom had laid out for me. It was a pair of navy dress pants and a salmon pink dress shirt. There was also a pair of dress socks with Avengers logos on them, a plain looking black leather belt, and a tie with blue and orange stirpes. There was even a set of silver cufflinks with my initials on them. I had never seen any of these clothes before in my life, so where had Mom gotten them from. With the amount of detail (cufflinks! seriously) I was surprised to find that she hadn't laid out any underwear for me.
Grabbing a towel after stripping down I headed for the shower. It was there that the thought hit me that maybe Mom didn't want me wearing any underwear. I mean she'd chosen my belt and gotten me a set of monogramed cufflinks, but had left my underwear choice for me; I don't think so. Suddenly I had a rousing suspicion that I wasn't the only person hatching a scheme tonight. Mom had spent weeks over the summer torturing me with the visuals of her and Rheta in matching bikinis, and we all knew that we all wanted to fuck each other (they didn't know that I knew about their wanting to fuck me, but they were certainly aware that I wouldn't turned down the opportunity should it arise). My cock couldn't make up its mind if it found this hot or not as it refused to get any harder than a quarter chub (not that I was completely complaining about this fact, it kept me on my toes).
After I'd finished showering, I quickly brushed my hair and shaved the stubble that was struggling to grow on my face and neck. I was very tempted to see what Mom had laid out for Rheta (and if it was as fully detailed as my own outfit had been), but I urged myself to wait until dinner when she would be in its full glory. Returning to my room, I dressed in the outfit Mom had left me, noticing that she'd also left out my dress shoes and the bottle of La Costa aftershave that I'd had for years. I've never really liked dressing up like this in the past, but I knew that when I did, I looked damn good. Giving myself a once over in my mirror, I adjusted my tie, straightened my hair, did the Blue Steel and, feeling confident that tonight was going to be awesome, walked downstairs.
Walking into the kitchen, I gave myself a little strut and did a twirl to give them the full effect. With my back to them, I got a wolf whistle of my own, although I couldn't tell who it was from as they were both sitting at the table. Facing them once again, I noticed a hazy look in Rheta's hazel eyes and a flush building up her cheeks. If I didn't know better, I'd say that my sister was swooning over me. Mom stood and walked over to me and gave me a hug. "Well, don't you look handsome?" she asked rhetorically.
Smiling what I hoped was a dashingly confident smile, I said, "If this is what I'm wearing, I can't wait to see what my dates for the evening will be in. The two of them constantly blow me away and I hope that my effort for this night doesn't go unappreciated." Mom just smiled brightly at me, that smile alone letting me know that none of this wasn't being appreciated. "But honestly," I continued as I looked away from the brilliance of Mom's smile and into nothing in particular, "it feels a bit excessive. I mean, cufflinks; seriously, who wears these anymore?"
Looking back to her face, I saw Mom smile even wider. "Don't look at me, handsome; it was your other date that chose your outfit, I just bought it."
The both of us looked to Rheta as this was revealed. Cheeks red from embarrassment, Rhe just gave a severely repressed smile as she turned to not be looking at us. "You look nice, Henry. Like Mom said, handsome." Before I could even say 'thank you,' Rheta quickly strode out of the kitchen, saying that she was next to have a shower and get ready, adding that if she wasn't down in 20 minutes, the oven needed to be turned off and the garlic bread put in it to cook while it cooled down.
With a confused look after my sister, I checked the clock before turning back to Mom. "What's up with her?" I asked incredulously.
"She's just excited for tonight," Mom answered vaguely. "Despite her show of disgust earlier, I think that she was genuinely touched that you called her your favourite lady and wanted to call tonight a date. I may have teased you about not getting many dates, but the same goes for your sister. Do me a favour and treat her well tonight." Giving me a look that seemed to speak volumes that I couldn't yet comprehend, Mom continued on. "It's her first time, on a date, fake as it is, so please just be sure to take the time to make tonight special for her."
Having another moment of panic at what was being said to me (this time due to the fact that Mom was speaking metaphorically as well as literally just now), I simply nodded my head, as I didn't trust my voice not to be constricted by fear. She gave me a kiss on the cheek as I pulled myself away and went to sit at the table. "So, if Rheta picked out my outfit, when did you buy it? You two didn't have time to go shopping between Wednesday when I suggested doing this and now, so how long have you been planning this, and what is this?" I asked, hoping their plans wouldn't conflict with my own.
Sitting across from me at the table, Mom gave me a curious look. "We got these outfits for us over the summer. Rheta had this silly notion that you would want to take us out for the evening to someplace classy; she wanted to get something that said we were sophisticated and sexy." Mom explained further, "Your sister doesn't want to admit it, but she has a crush on you and she wanted to have the both of you looking your best for whenever this night came."
"Wow," I said earnestly (half because I was surprised that Mom had told me this, and half because clearly if I played my cards right, tonight certainly wouldn't be a one-off). "Now I definitely need to be the best date tonight. But what about you Mom?" I asked, causing her to look to me strangely. "What are you hoping for tonight? Is there anything I could do to make you feel like you're on an actual date with this handsome stranger before you?"
Mom laughed at my lame joke, but reached across the table all the same and took my hand in hers. "Just that, baby. Make me laugh at things that make me forget you're my son." A smoldering look passed across her eyes, as she leveled another look at me that seemed to say more than just what was being verbally said. My mother was definitely giving me some form of 'fuck me' eyes, and I was thoroughly enjoying seeing that expression on her face directed squarely at me.
Before I could no longer hold myself back and just jump her bones however, I glanced back to the stove clock and saw that Rheta's 20 minutes were just about up. Standing up and going to the cupboard that held the trivets, I pulled one out and placed it on the table in the centre. Moving to the oven, I slipped on some oven mitts, turned the oven off and pulled the lasagna out. Grabbing the tray of garlic bread, I slipped that into the now off oven and closed it. Picking up the lasagna again, I took it off the stovetop and brought it over to the table and placed it on the trivet I'd just retrieved.
I was about to go and grab a spatula to serve the lasagna, when the distinct clack of high heels drew my attention back to the entrance from the hall. Walking into the kitchen in the most graceful way was Rheta. I thank God everyday that I had nothing in my hands to drop, because everything in me just dropped the moment I saw her; my hands, jaw and blood all dropped to the floor as she walked into the room. The increase of blood to my lower half had the typical result of most of it ending up in my hardening dick, and my being painfully erect in two-seconds flat. Even in her bikinis from the summer, Rheta had never gotten me so hard so quick, and I was extremely grateful for the island that hid me from view of both my mother and sister.
Rheta was wearing a burgundy dress that came down just past her knees. Held up by a pair of spaghetti straps, the tight bodice of the dress hugged my sister's body sensually, while the neckline plunged down below her magnificent chest that stood high and proud. Her lack of bra was confirmed when, like me, she did a twirl and I saw that the back of the dress was open with only a couple of Xs of straps down her back. Her peach shaped ass was, like her breasts, hugged to perfection to showcase itself by the dress. The nylons she wore were black with floral patterns and a thick seam that ran up the back of her legs. Her heels were no more than two inches and the same burgundy as her dress.As she finished turning, my eyes were scanning back up her body to her face. Her long hair had been lightly curled and instead of the usual bun on top, it was now a loose ponytail (again, picture Azula from Avatar, during the end of the Beach episode). She'd given herself a burgundy smoky eye, and her lips were the same shade of lipstick as the dress. In her ears were stud earrings that held our birthstone (ruby). As I finished giving her a once over, my eyes met hers and she smiled brightly at me.
"...Wow!" was all I could say. Seeing that she had literally made me speechless caused Rheta to blush and give a small smile. The added colour to her cheek was all I could take, but that smile-that too preciously cute smile-had me blindly reaching for the counter to steady myself to keep from being knocked to my ass. God help anyone who tried to ignore the clear advances my sister was sending me, for you'd need help if you missed signs that big and obvious.
I thought it was tunnel vision, but when she put her hand on mine, I realized that she'd made her way behind the island with me and had already grabbed the spatula that I'd been in search of when she came down the stairs. "Would the gentleman be so kind as to escort me to my seat?" she asked, batting her eyelashes coquettishly at me.
I don't think she realized how wrapped around her finger I was in that moment. I would have pushed Scarlett Johansson into a bus if she'd've asked me to right then. I still don't know how but somehow, I managed to simply offer her my arm, offer her a smile and say, "Right this way, my lady." Smiling as she took my offered arm, Rheta and I walked to the table where I pulled out her chair, and pushed it in once she had sat down.
It was when Mom stood up that I remembered that she was there, and still in just her kimono. The fact that I'd forgotten all of that should tell you how taken aback I was by Rheta's appearance. "It would appear that I'm slightly underdressed," she said as she gave us both a once over. "You two start without me while I go change." Not bothering to hear our half-hearted attempts to say we'd wait, Mom left for upstairs to change.
Turning back to Rheta, I slid around the table, taking her plate and the spatula with me, so that I could serve her some lasagna. "Say when," I said as I hovered the utensil over the pan and pulled back to see how much my sister wanted to eat. "The garlic bread should just about be done, I put it in just before I heard you come down," I informed her, being able to think clearly once I wasn't looking at her. Making my way back to the oven, I turned on the light and looked inside to see the dusting of cheese we'd put on starting to bubble. Taking them out and dumping them into the basket I just realized Rhe had left beside the oven for this very reason, I brought the garlic bread to the table and put a couple pieces on her plate. Serving myself a similar sized portion of lasagna as I'd given Rheta, I picked up her glass. "Drink?"
Pointing to the cupboard under the island, she surprised me by saying, "There's a bottle of red wine in the island that should go great with the lasagna." Neither of us had ever really been big on wine, Rheta rarely having any alcohol at all, so the fact that she was suggesting it in the first place was compounding shock upon shock for this evening.
Giving her a raised eyebrow, I asked, "And what will our other date say about that? And I'm not sure that, if you don't want to have tonight get too crazy, having wine is a good idea." Despite my words, I still fetched the wine and the corkscrew to open it.
"It was Mom's idea to have the wine," Rheta responded. "And as for not wanting to get too crazy, the wine makes for a great scapegoat." The look in her eyes was like she was daring me to challenge this, while also saying that tonight was going to get a little crazy. If we only knew.
Popping the cork out of the bottle, I gave that same dashing smile that I'd given when I'd returned to the kitchen, and said, "Well, if my dates wish it, what kind of gentleman would I be to deny the two beauties who deigned to spend their evening with me."
Hearing me call her a beauty made my sister blush. Bringing over both her glass as well as the bottle to pour both mine and Mom's drinks, I sat down. "Well, my date said that it was expected that we dress up nice, so I'm just being a good date and dressing nice."
"Nice is an understatement. When you walked into the kitchen just now, I think my heart stopped for a minute." I made sure that I looked deep into her eyes as I said this.
"Well," she said, blushing, "turnabout is fair play, right? I mean, when I picked out that outfit, I didn't realize how we-I mean, how good it would end up looking on you." The blush she was giving at this was from the embarrassment from revealing that she thought I looked good; if I didn't know any better, I'd have thought she was about to say how wet she'd gotten seeing me.
Before I could think of a way to tease her about my hypothesis, more high heeled clacking came from the hallway as Mom rejoined us for dinner. Walking into the kitchen, I was slightly confused at first, for it didn't look like Mom had changed. Turning her back to us, she gave a sexy grin over her shoulder as she dropped the silk kimono to the floor. The dress Mom was wearing, if it could even be called a dress, was a little black number. And I do mean little, for it barely came past the curve of her ass before stopping just past the tops of her stockings. Where Rheta's were a sea of kaleidoscopic floral patterns, Mom's were simply plain, but still had the noticeable seam run up the back of her legs. Like my sister, Mom's dress hugged her upside-down heart shaped ass perfectly; so perfectly in fact that I was even able to make out each cheek through the clinging material. When she turned to face us, I again had to brace myself to keep from falling over. Her massive breasts were being hugged equally as tightly as her ass was by the dress, that I swear I could make out every bump of her areolae as well as see that her nipples were clearly hard. Looking to her face, I first noticed a tight string of pearls around her throat, then her fire hydrant red lips (which just screamed to me: your cock goes in here), her eyes also had a smoky eye but hers were more a midnight purple, and then finally her hair. Unlike Rheta who'd kept her bun, Mom's hair was let fully down with the exception of two braids that started just behind her ears, running down the inside of her shoulders, stopping with the rest of her hair at her belly button.
I let my eyes continue to wander down so that I could take in her heels. I'd never say that I was much of a foot/shoe fetish kind of guy, though I'll be the first to admit that there are some things that can make a guy just swoon like an anime schoolgirl; and my mother was very much working that angle. Even through the black of her stockings, thanks to the open toe of her heels, I could see my mother had painted her toenails a deep sapphire blue which a) was my favourite colour, and b) matched the blue of her fingernails. Combining this with her dress, smoky eye, and pale skin, Mom looked like what I thought an ancient night goddess would look like. Her actual shoes were very much 'fuck me' pumps; stiletto heels twice as high as Rheta's sensible two inches, thin cloth straps that crisscrossed over the top half of her feet before continuing up a third of her shin. Like I said, not really a foot/shoe guy, but my mom was very much playing up the things I liked about them to a standing ovation.
I could tell by the way she walked, that Mom was adding an extra sway to her hips as she finished modelling for us and sat down. "Ahh, excellent, you got the wine," she said as she reached for the bottle to pour herself a glass.
"I thought you said you felt underdressed," Rheta said. "That's not the outfit we agreed on." My eyes were like a tennis ball as I bounced back and forth between looking at their faces: Mom's was a mask behind the small confident smile while Rheta's was alternating between jealous anger and sadness. The two of them clearly had their own plans for the evening, and I wondered if I'd ruined everything by throwing my own agenda into the mix.
"I know," Mom said as she placed a hand on Rhe's cheek and gently rubbed it with her thumb. "But don't worry, sweetheart, I'm actually not doing what you think I am. I may be being a bit more," she paused as her eyes drifted to me (I clearly wasn't really supposed to know what they were planning) as she searched for the right word to use, "...obvious than we had discussed, but this is for my own reasons and will not interfere with your plans." Leaning over, Mom surprised me even more when she kissed Rheta on the lips briefly. "I promise, you'll still get the present that I promised you over the summer; we never really discussed it, but I have one in mind for you to give me in return." They both turned to look at me for a second before they looked back to each other. "I'll tell you about it later."
Seeing my sister nod slightly, I decided to break the tension. "Ok, let's eat before this all gets too cold and we waste the night by eating cold food." My words had their desired effect as both Mom and Rheta gave a little giggle as they looked to me and then their plates. Settling into our seats, I raised my glass in a toast. "I'd like to propose a toast," I said as their eyes turned to me. "To my beautiful dates, may tonight be as magical and breathtaking as the sight of the two of you."
Both of them got misty eyed at this, fanning their faces to keep their makeup from running. Dabbing a napkin to her eye, Mom said, "Well, with words like those, it's hard to believe that tonight will be anything but." Rheta nodded along with her. We clinked our glasses, drank and dug into the food. My personal favourite might have been barbecue, but I would never deny that my sister can cook. The lasagna was delicious, possibly the best I'd ever had, and the garlic bread was to die for. I had to stop myself from eating too much, too quickly because I knew that it would leave me at less than my best for tonight.
We spent the rest of dinner talking about normal things: plans for the holidays, pop culture, and other such trivial things really. Both of them were being very touchy-feely with me and each other. We finished the bottle of wine, I only had two glasses and I think they had about four each. By the time we'd finished eating it was nearly 8:30 and I was getting slightly anxious about the arrival of my hired partner in crime.
Standing up, I walked over to Rheta's seat and offered her help up before taking her arm in mine. I then walked us over to Mom and stood her up and put her on my other arm. Leading the three of us into the living room I said, "I do believe there was a double feature on tonight's program. And with the amount the two of you drank, I wouldn't want it to be said that I didn't at least attempt to follow through with my stated plans."
"Ah, Mom, isn't he just a perfect gentleman," Rhe said, turning and putting her free hand on my chest. "He keeps his promises, didn't make the obvious pun that we were his double feature tonight, and he's sexy to boot!"
At her words, I turned to look at my sister in shock. But before I could say anything, Mom turned my head with a sapphire blue fingernail. "You didn't give him the chance to make that pun, Rhe. And if the two of us made it, what's to say sexy here didn't make it in his head?"
Wanting to get myself involved in this conversation, I put on my dashing smile and said to them, "This sexy gentleman would never, ever deny the chance to have the two of you as a double feature; no human being would. Because if I'm sexy, then the two of you are about ten levels above perfect feminine sexuality incarnate."
I felt the both of them tense at my words and I had to wonder why. Looking to them both, I saw twin glassy eyed stares. I set them down on the couch as I went to put the first DVD into the machine. I could hear them whispering, but couldn't make out the words. Looking into the reflection on the TV, I saw Mom nod her head and say "Yeah...me too" with a dreamy look in her eye. Did I just make them cum with only my words?
Sitting back down on the couch between them, I pushed play on the movie and wrapped my arms around them, encouraging them to snuggle close. Feeling the smoothness of their skin under my fingers was arousing in its own right. Rheta had lain her head on my shoulder; the aromas of strawberries, peaches and coconuts that wafted from her hair was mouth-watering. Its silkiness was teasing my cheek with every micromovement she made. For her part, Mom sat straighter, but had her fingers running along my legs, tracing patterns with her nails. The sharp sensations contrasted well with Rheta's soft hair and set goosebumps up and down my leg in her finger's wake.
It was just getting to the part of the movie where Tim Allen starts to become Santa when there was a knock on the door. I was happy that Mom and Rhe had jumped as well as I at the sudden sound. Knowing what was on the other side of the door, my heart started to beat a little faster as my anticipation grew exponentially. Taking a hidden, calming breath, I stood to go answer the door. When I felt Rheta tug on my hand, I gave her a smile and said, "It's probably just some carollers; I'll be back in a minute." Bringing her hand that still held mine to my lips, I gave it a kiss like you see gentlemen do in movies set in the 1800s. "Don't go anywhere, and keep my spot warm." And with a wink, I was gone before she or Mom could offer any more resistance. Walking to the door, I opened it and in a clear voice asked, "Hello, can I help you?"
The man was carrying the bag I'd left the supplies in earlier. Turning to look at me, I noticed his ski mask and tinted goggles that obscured his identity. Catching movement at the side of my eye, I barely had time to register the second man before he punched me in the gut and brought me to my knees with an 'Oomph' as the wind escaped my lungs. Feeling my arm being forced behind my back, I found myself being marched into the living room as I coughed to try and regain my breath.
"Henry, what's wron-OH MY GOD!" Mom shrieked as I entered the room.
"Ah-ah-ah," the man who wasn't holding me said, causing Mom and Rheta to both fall silent and still. I felt the cold steel of a gun being pressed to my head as an ominous click let me know that the hammer was just an inch away from firing a bullet into my brain. "Let's not lose our heads now," he said with a chuckle. "We've no intention of harming you, but we will if you don't behave and do what we say."
"We'll give you whatever you want, just please, don't hurt my son," Mom said with panicked worry all over her face.
"All we want is a place to lay low for a few hours while the cops get too ahead of us to realize where we are." Removing the gun from my head, he pointed it at Rheta. As soon as I saw that, I tried to rush him, but the guy holding me put more pressure on my arm, while the one with the gun put the barrel under my chin. "Behaving means no heroics. I will shoot you if there's anymore funny business. Understand?" I nodded to show my compliance. "Good," he said, as he once again pointed the gun at Rheta.
"Now, what's your name gorgeous?" he asked. Rheta just stared at him with more loathing than I'd ever seen in her face, refusing to answer his question. The man gave a sharp, quick laugh. "I can see why your boyfriend here is so fond of you, sweet cheeks. With a fire and boldness like that, makes a man wonder where else you get huffy and puffy."
I was surprised that neither Mom nor Rheta contradicted him on me being Rhe's boyfriend. Both had given a raised eyebrow at the comment, but neither had done more than that. I was internally grateful for this as it wouldn't go against the story I'd given to my contact.
"Ok, if you don't want to tell me your name that's fine, I'm sure that we'll hear it later. But since I need to call you something, how's about we go with Bitch?"
"Don't you call her that!" I couldn't help myself from saying that.
"Easy, Loverboy," he said without turning to look at me, but I could hear the threat in his voice. "While I commend you on your chivalry, it's your girl's own fault for not giving me something to call her by. But, back to what I was doing. Now, Bitch, I find myself in need of a seat. Would you be so kind as to show me where I can get some?"
Standing tall, Rhe pointed outside and said, "The snow plow pushes all the fluffiest snow into the middle of the road; I'm sure even you and your partner would be able to find spots big and comfy enough if you just laid down."
The man gave a genial laugh as he fought the urge to double over. "Haha! Oh, you clearly have a set on you, don't you Bitch? Telling us to leave and that we're fat and stupid all in one comment; I'd be jealous if I wasn't impressed." He seemed to finally regain control of himself as, without looking, he turned his gun away from Rheta, and pointed it right at me. "But impressed or not, I grow tired of your misbehaving. I will not explain myself again: obey what I say, or I start shooting." He paused as he and Rhe glared at each other. "Where can I find some chairs?"
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