wanted to explore how people begin incestuous relationships as adults. Another story I read here on Literotica pointed out that you don't just wake up one day and decide to have sex with a family member. I've written a lot of stories about incest and I sometimes struggle to build a context around family sexual relationships. This story contains all of my favourites -- mother/son incest, brother/sister incest, mother/daughter incest, and pee. Always pee.
A party, lots of merry drinkers, and a pool. There were maybe twenty of us, and the pool was the centre of fun. I watched with delight as wrestling got bold -- girls ganging up on boys to pull their bathers off, mostly ending up losing their own tops in the process. My sister Emma was one of them. She's quite buxom and despite having three pairs of tits to look at, I gazed at hers. And she saw me.
Later, while she was catching her breath, she sat next to me, still dripping wet, with a towel around her shoulders. "I thought you liked Jenny."
"I do."
"Oh. So, her tits didn't grab your eyes like mine did then?"
They're not as pretty. "Don't know what you mean." I sipped my fresh cold beer.
"Bullshit. Jesus Mike, they're just tits."
Yes, but they're fabulous. And they're yours. "Not just tits. My sister's tits."
"Like you haven't seen them before."
I laughed: "Not the same when I'm sneaking peeks as when you're showing them off."
"I was not! Thomas pulled my bikini bra off."
"While you were trying to help him pull Alice's off."
"So? I always wondered what hers would look like. And what did you mean 'sneaking peeks'?"
"Oh, nothing."
I got a punch on the shoulder. But that night, in my fitful sleep on the loungeroom floor, my dreams were full of Emma's glistening wet body and her precocious smile. If I'd been at home in my own bed, I would have seen to the persistent erection I woke up with.
At home, another day. It's the afternoon before Emma's best friend's 20th birthday party. My own was two weeks away, Emma had her 21st almost a year back. She was wriggling into her 'little black number' as she called it -- strapless, skin-tight, short, and v-necked very low. I was walking past her bedroom.
"Oooh, hubba hubba Em."
"Perve! Um, is it too tight? I haven't worn it for a while."
"Might look better without the bra straps."
"I'm not gonna wear a bra, stupid."
"Oh. Right. In that case the tighter the better so we can all see your nipples!"
"You'd like that wouldn't you?"
Fuck yes. "Hell no. You're my sister. By the way, you better wear black panties -- the hem is so short I can see your whiteys." Fuck! Is that a cameltoe?
"Oh. Thanks. I've changed my mind. Um, you wanna close the door so I can change?"
I stepped into the room and closed the door, grinning.
"Idiot! From the outside! No wait. Help me get the zipper."
I undid the zipper down her back, all the way to the elastic of her silky white panties. I looked at her pale skin, straight spine, and the outward curve of the top of her butt with growing appreciation. I could not deny my cock appreciated it too. Like a creep, I stood outside the closed door and heard the rustle as she peeled the rejected garment off and I imagined her standing there in her silk underwear. I remember feeling no guilt that my sister had turned me on. After all, nothing had actually happened...
Emma got a little merry, but not drunk at Lily's party. She wore tight white pants that ended just above her ankles and a sleeveless blue satin blouse with no bra that gave everybody plenty of side-boob views. Including me. I had stopped drinking early because I was driving her and two of her girlfriends home. It was two a.m. by the time we left, and two-thirty when we said goodbye to ... I still can't remember her name.
Anyway we were twenty minutes from home, I took the freeway and then Emma piped up: "Oh, maybe I shoulda gone inside with..." (shit, what was her name?)
"Why?"
"Cos I need to pee."
"Twenty minutes, mostly on freeway. Can you hold it?"
"Gonna have to."
Ten minutes later, Emma was wriggling and clenching her hands between her thighs.
"Mike, can we pull over. I'm not gonna make it home."
"Um, we'll have to get off the freeway, there's no cover for ages." This might get interesting.
"Um, I'm not gonna care soon. I'll have to squat between the front and back doors."
I gulped. Within seconds I felt the blood rise in my cock. My sister was about to pee right next to my car and I so, so wanted to see her do it.
On a bend, I pulled over so she had maximum protection from the few cars that would pass us. I hadn't even fully stopped when she began fumbling with her belt and zipper. As the car stopped, Emma jumped out and wrenched the back door open. Then she began swearing: "Fuck! Fuck! The fucking zipper is stuck half-way!"
I leaned over and tried to help. There was not even anything sexual in it -- she needed help and I tried to get the zipper down for her, not even thinking how close my fingers were to her pussy, despite the faint cameltoe I could see there.
Those few seconds robbed her of the chance to squat in total privacy. I would have looked away but just as the zipper gave way, Emma ripped her pants and panties down at the same time and immediately, even as she began to squat, her pee burst from her in a loud hiss. The first of it hit the side of the car, then she peed underneath it, while I straightened up then tore my eyes away.
The momentary glimpse of her smooth pussy lips, crowned with a neat little tuft of near-jet black hair, was emblazoned in my mind, and I closed my eyes to hold the picture there while I listened to her peeing hard, the hissing and splashing mixed with her moaning at the relief it gave her, for maybe ten or twelve seconds before I heard her stream weaken and falter to little splashes. I imagined a big puddle of bubbling pee, maybe even steaming in the cool summer night, running in a river to the side of the road.
Next I heard her panties glide across her thighs, then the less glorious sound of her pants and zipper.
"Damn. I think you broke the zipper."
I looked and sure enough there was an opening below the button through which white satin panties bulged slightly way down where her pubic mound started.
"Oh, sorry. We're almost home though..." And I need to jerk off.
"Enjoy the show, sport?"
"Huh?"
"Jesus Mikeie. You've got a tent pole in your jeans." Wanna see it? Just say so...
"Mmm. Sorry. It's just..." ...It's just that I saw your pussy and I saw you pee and the sound drove me wild and I can't wait to get home to jerk off.
"Not sure what to make of that, little brother!"
I tried to smile it off and concentrate on rejoining the sparse traffic for the rest of the drive home. And as soon as I got into the shower, I jerked off and within two minutes I splashed my jizz all over the place.
The very next morning Emma decided to tease me about it. She reminded me that I'd got a hardon because of her. After a while, I decided to turn the tables: "How do I know you didn't plan the whole thing? Maybe it's you who's the perve?"
"Right. I made it so my brother could watch me pee." If only that was true.
"Glad you admitted it!"
"Hah. I'm still just a little creeped out by your reaction though, Mike." This was said with a degree of seriousness, so I responded in the same vane: "OK. Look, it's a kink of mine. Girls peeing."
"Even your sister?"
"Em, you looked so hot in those pants and..."
"OK, forget it. Mike? How much did you see?"
"Oh, nothing. Funny place for a birthMike, though!"
She laughed at my joke. She doesn't have a birthMike in any place that I saw.
Later that day, I left for the gym. Usually I'd be away for two hours, but a sign on the door said they were closed due to a family tragedy.
The fan in the bathroom at home had failed, so when nobody was home we left the door open so as not to steam the room up. By accident, I walked past the door just as Emma stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel. I saw her for no more than a second in the mirror, full naked and glistening wet.
Emma pulled the towel around her, and said: "Get a good look, sport?"
"Sorry, but the door was open."
"I didn't expect you home."
"No, gym was closed. Sorry Em."
"It's OK. Starting to make a habit of it though, mate?"
I laughed: "Seriously Emma, both were accidents but..."
"But what?"
I tried to lighten the moment: "Well, if you weren't my sister, I'd wanna ..." Jesus, I'd try anything. Everything.
"Haha. If you weren't my brother I might let you." She grinned like the cat with the cream and closed the bathroom door in my stunned face.
As if that little tease weren't enough to make me horny, twenty minutes later at the sink my mother dropped something and splashed her cotton dress right on her left breast. As she turned I saw her nipple, brown and dollar-sized, as clear as if the garment weren't even there before she dabbed at it with a towel. Now my mother is quite well endowed in that department so everything jiggled as she tried to dry off. I watched, in part to get another glimpse of her breast but also because in the sunset light through the kitchen window her short brown hair looked golden and I realised, not for the first time, how lovely she is to look at and how much Emma resembled her. They have the same face, mum's barely shows the extra years, and if you took Emma's figure and added two inches on every important dimension you get my mother's shape. Womanly, promising to be soft and motherly. And sexy. I let myself recognise the fact.
I went for a run and showered. In bed, I drifted off and slept soundly until a bunch of images began to invade my brain. Emma's pussy, peeing loud and strong. Her tits dripping water from her shower. In the way dreams have, in my remembering of mum's splash incident her dress became completely transparent altogether and the recollection of Emma's dripping breasts I'd seen for real fuzed with an image of mum's wet brown nipples, and I looked in my dream to the corner and Emma stood there, holding her towel by her side, naked and dripping wet. When I looked back to mum, she had squatted like Emma had beside my car, hitched her dress out of the way and peed hard all over the kitchen floor. Still in my dream I looked down at my shorts and my erection. I heard Emma laugh. Then she was pulling down my shorts and said something like: "Hey mum. See what peeing pussies does to your son?" while she stroked my cock.
Mum replied with: "Oh it's OK. I needed to go so bad. I don't mind if my son watches."
In that discontinuous way that dreams have, suddenly I was on my back in bed and on fire with the feeling of a warm, wet mouth on my cock. Looking down, the short brown hair told me it was mum. In a half-sleep, the conscious part of me ejaculated weakly while the dreaming part held mum's head gently on my cock.
I didn't often have wet dreams, I masturbated too regularly for that. But in the pre-dawn light, as I felt my ejaculate on my thigh, I rolled over and groaned at the realisation that the two females who made me the horniest were my own mother and sister.
Some days passed. I kept stealing glances at my mother and sister. It's surprising how many glimpses you get when they're not paying attention -- some side-boob here, an upskirt panty glimpse there, bent over... They seemed to be bent over so often I wished I had a camera to make an album.
The most memorable of these was mum working in the garden. I happened to look out the window from Emma's room -- I had put a pile of fresh sheets there for her -- and I saw mum clearly pulling her panties up under her loose skirt. I could think of no other explanation than that she'd peed in the garden.
One fine early summer day, we're getting ready to go to the beach. Mum and Emma had decided to put their bikinis on under shorts and t-shirts and carry their dry change of clothes in their bags, as we all usually did. I had my ear buds in listening to something loud and heavy, so I didn't hear them in the lounge room. I walked in and there they were, both in bikini bottoms but no tops. I turned and walked out, apologising. In my mind I realised that Emma's bottoms were yellow and mum's were dark blue, and each held the bikini bra of the other in their hand so I figured, as usual, they were trying each other's things on.
And I'd seen the four prettiest tits in my world when they did.
Black Reef Beach is perfect. It's long, sandy and sheltered by cliffs. Best of all it's rarely got more than half a dozen people because it's way off the beaten track.
Mum had settled for the dark blue outfit. Emma went for a swim as soon as we'd arrived. She'd already lotioned up but mum had forgotten to do so.
"Oh honey undo the back of my bra for me."
She held the cups to her breasts as I lotioned up her back, kneeling behind her. I stroked her slowly, partly as a son's caress and partly to prolong the time I was looking down her cleavage. On my side strokes my hands glided over the soft flesh of the sides of her breasts and on the downward strokes, I ensured she was fully protected from the sun by applying lotion just inside her bikini bottoms too, and I was surprised at the sudden erotic tension I felt when my fingers went to the tops of her bare buttocks. Then she lay on her stomach, and I sat beside her in the soft sand, occasionally catching glimpses of the squashed sides of her ample boobs.
Emma came back dripping and stood on the other side of mum breathing heavily from her exercise. I looked at her breasts and flat stomach appreciatively, but mostly my eyes were drawn to her erect nipples poking at the yellow fabric as she swept through her hair with her towel. She caught my eye, looked down at her cleavage, then shook her head at me playfully.
After a few minutes, Emma was talking softly to mum. The only part I heard clearly was mum saying: "Ask him!"
Then Emma said: "OK. Mike? Would you be freaked out if I went topless?"
Hell yes, and I'll need some alone time or a cool swim... "Um, no. If you're OK with it, I suppose not."
"Good."
And off came the top. I turned my head away, I guess she must have applied lotion to her bare breasts and I half wished I'd seen her do that but mostly I just wanted to pretend my cock wasn't paying attention. It was a losing battle when mum said: "Well, if her boobs don't bother you, I hope mine won't!" Oh shit are you two serious?
She rolled on her back and ditched her bra. They both knew I was looking so I complimented them: "Y'know you two have the best boobs..."
Emma: "On the beach?"
"Haha. Yeah. Even though we're alone. If it was Bondi Beach in mid-summer, you'd still win."
"Mum, did you raise a pervert. He's looking at our tits!"
"Hush, child! Don't make me blush. Jesus Mike, they're just breasts!" And Mount Everest is just a hill.
"Yeah, but they're my mum's and my sister's breasts."
Mum looked at me and blushed a little, but she did not cover up. I pushed my joke a little, but it was close to the truth: "Too much gorgeous female flesh here. I'm gonna cool of in the water."
I heard them giggling behind me as I jogged to the water's edge and dived in. It silenced my cock, for the time being. I swam around for maybe fifteen minutes, then confident that my dick wouldn't give me away I began walking back to my family. I should have maybe waited another couple of minutes.
Both Emma and mum were rubbing and kneading their breasts to apply more lotion. Sitting up like that, the full glory of those four glistening orbs drew my eyes like magnets. I couldn't turn away or they'd know I was 'uncomfortable', so I tried to sit and dry myself casually.
"You need some, Mike?" Mum shook the lotion tube.
"Um, no I don't think so."
"Yeah you do. You always did burn easily."
Seconds later I'm sitting on my towel on the sand while my topless mother is lotioning my back and shoulders. I can't help but notice her tits, shiny and so close, jiggling and bouncing. I looked over at Emma with a look that said help! And she giggled and that made her tits jiggle as well. But she did try to rescue me: "Mum! You're making him uncomfortable!"
"What? Am I, honey?"
"Um, a little mum."
"Won't be much longer. Can you do your own chest?"
I hastily applied some of the white goo and lay on my stomach. I don't know if my mother saw my erection, but Emma did.
Ten minutes later she upped the ante: "Let's all go for a dip. C'mon mum, nobody'll see us!"
I protested: "I just got dry!"
"Oh, come on son, please. It'll be fun." Not for me. I gotta walk down the beach with a tent pole in my shorts...
In a few seconds, one tiny incident was to change the course of my relationship with my sister, and eventually also with my mother.
Mum began bounding towards the water, running lightly across the hot sand. I stood and began walking after her, then Emma skipped beside me. She shoulder-budged me playfully, gestured towards my stiffness and whispered: "Who did that to you, me or mum?"
"Both."
Then she reached for the bulge, squeezed it for two or three seconds -- no accident -- and went "Boop Boop" before giggling off skipping behind mum who was almost up to her thighs in the water. I had to run and dive in before she turned around or she was sure to see the obvious bulge in my groin.
It was a glorious agony. The water cooled my body, but my prick was not to be deterred. Still half-hard, I pretended to enjoy the tit-wobbling splash-giggling games we played while all I could think of -- and it was the first time I had allowed the thought into my head -- was having sex with my sister. And so help me, with my mother too.
Of course the rest of the outing was full of Emma's vague references to the state of my groin, and she got less and less subtle. I thought she'd gone too far when mum chimed in: "Emma, stop! Mike, are our bare breasts getting you...um...aroused?"
"Sorry mum, but yes. Very much."
She grabbed Emma's top and flung it to her, then began putting her own back on: "Well why didn't you say?" She was thoughtful for a few moments after her breasts disappeared behind the fabric, then said: "I think I'm flattered! I don't remember the last time a man got...well that way over me. Not since your father left us anyway."
"Couldn't help it really, mum. Jesus, do you know how sexy you are? And Emma?"
"Well I expect you to notice your sister's body. It's normal. But not your mother's."
"You two could be sisters. You're the same height, same face, similar colour hair, similar figures."
"Mum's tits are bigger."
"A little, yeah."
"And her hips are rounder. Better bum."
"Well, maybe..."
"Will you two stop talking about your mother's physical attributes like I wasn't here!"
Emma teased on some more: "Seriously mum. You're ultra-hot. For a mum, anyway."
I agreed and mum blushed. Emma played her trump card and made mum go bright red: "If you weren't my mum, and I was that way inclined..."
"Stoppit! Make her stop, Mike!"
I had no intention of doing that, in fact I was going to join in the tease: "No, really mum. I know what she means. I mean, y'know, if you weren't my mum, well... Can't go wrong with an older, experienced woman right?"
"Enough. I know what you're up to. Ganging up on me to tease me! Now then. I'm going to find somewhere quiet to pee."
She'd said it innocently enough but as soon as she'd disappeared behind a rock Emma scooted over beside me: "I bet you'd like to watch!"
"I'm going to hell, but yes."
For the second time that day, Emma squeezed my cock through my shorts. She whispered: "Show me this and I'll let you watch me instead."
I gulped. Her hand on my cock was heavenly agony. She moved it gently, slowly stroking. "What the fuck, Emma? Not funny."
"I'm not joking, Mikey. Ever since we drove home from Lily's party I've thought about it."
"How?"
Mum reappeared and Emma's hand withdrew subtly. I grabbed my towel and put it over my front. Emma said: "I need to go too, mum. Mike, keep watch for me?"
Oh you clever little fox! Mum knew she had a 'thing' about peeing in nature since a spider crawled up her leg when she was little and she lost her shit.
Mum said: "Oh really, Emma. Still?"
I chimed in: "It's OK Em. Over there?" I pointed, she nodded.
If mum had stood up, she would have seen my head above the boulder we were behind, maybe twenty meters from her. Just before we got there, I grabbed Emma's butt and said: "If you're teasing me I'll slap this until it's red."
She looked past me towards mum and satisfied that we were hidden, she pulled her bikini bottoms right off. Holding them in one hand she squatted and peed, little spurts but a full stream, and I just watched and groaned. Her pee dampened the sand and disappeared beneath it. For my part of the bargain, I pulled my shorts to mid-thigh and let my hardon tremble in the cool summer breeze.
Emma finished peeing, then looked again towards mum. She gently touched the tip of my cock, then held my shaft.
"Not fair, Emma. For fuck's sake I'm like iron."
"So I see. Cum. Make yourself cum."
I replaced her hand with mine and jerked furiously. Emma leaned back against the boulder, spread her thighs, and opened her pussy for me to look at. Twenty seconds later I shot a load into the air and on the sand, and groaned at the incomplete, unsatisfying relief.Having admitted my incestuous desires, Emma and I get hotter with each other, then cold feet.
The next day we were all working in the vegetable patch. It's more like a garden than a patch, it's quite substantial and needs a lot of weeding. Most of the crops were finished now though.
Mum went off to shower off the sweat and make lunch. Emma had a big secret she was teasing me about: "You'll never guess."
"OK, so I won't ever know if you don't fucking tell me!!"
"OK, OK. So, while you were messing about in the shed last night, I had a girly-talk with mum."
"I wasn't 'messing about', I was fixing the rotary hoe."
"Whatever. Anyway, we were talking about naughty secrets and things which turn us on. And guess what? Mum likes the same thing you like. Well, sorta."
"What do you mean 'sorta'?"
"Well, she likes to hold her pee until she gets desperate. She said she has a fantasy about being watched while she pees, She even said she's wet herself a couple of times!"
"What, deliberately?"
"Well, I guess so or she'd have gone to the toilet or whatever."
"Oh well that makes sense. I swear I saw her peeing in the garden the other day!"
"Really? Wait, how?"
"from your room."
"What were you doing in my room?"
"Sniffing your panties."
I revelled in her open-mouthed grin. "I was putting laundry away for you."
"Wow Mikeie! Who'd have thought? Mum likes naughty pee, I like to be watched, and you love watching. Perfect or what?"
"And you're pointing this out to turn me on? You're a complete tease, Emma."
"Well, partly that. Partly 'cos I need to pee. But I'm gonna hold it, to see what mum likes about it. Meantime, you wanna know what I told her?"
"No I'm not interested. I wanna pull out some more dandelions."
"OK. I won't tell you."
Seconds passed in silence. She knew I wanted to know but she wasn't going to say, unless I wrung it out of her. I remembered how I used to get her to spill when we were kids, and I jumped on her, pinned her down, and began tickling her ribs.
"Oh! Fuck off. Gett off me! Hahah. Hahahaha. Stop!!"
"Spill."
"Hahaha. No!"
"Spill!!"
"OK! Shit! I don't wanna piss myself!"
I sat astride her hips, held her hands beside her head, and looked in her eyes. She was panting slightly from her exertions, then she said: "I told her I fantasised about a threesome -- two women and one man."
"Sounds exciting. But you're not spilling everything." After all these years you can't fool me.
"Mike, last night I was hornier than I've ever felt. Secret safe?" It was our unbreakable oath to each other, so I responded "Secret safe."
I've been hot and horny ever since I saw you cum yesterday. Because it was you and me. We're brother and sister and that makes it hotter. But I'm worried, Mike."
I rolled off to lay beside her.
"Why?"
"Because it might go further." Ohmigod ohmigod. I want it to. I need it to!
I looked up at the white clouds breaking up the perfect blue shy, and with my heart in my mouth I said: "It wouldn't be so bad."
"I know, Mike. I'm OK if it's just, yknow, naughty games. If we control ourselves."
"Hmmm. Are you 'controlling yourself' now? Your bladder, I mean?"
She laughed: "Barely. Oh don't look so sad. I'll let you watch when the time comes."
Mum called us in for lunch. Sandwiches and tea -- a proper working lunch. Emma seemed to be in a little discomfort. I guessed why. She made it worse for herself by chugging water. While I finished my last sandwich, she disappeared to her room and when she came back, she said: "Oh Mike. I looked in the shed and couldn't find the ... um ...'
"Fertilizer spray?"
"Yeah, that's it. Show me where?"
She had her conspiracy face on. I said: "I'll be a couple of minutes." I was teasing I knew, trying to prolong her discomfort, but she said: "Oh I'll wait for you there. I need other things too." She silently mouthed the words "I can't wait!"
She left, I was ten steps behind her. We got to the shed, darted inside, and she said: "You prick. I nearly lost it all over the path. Hold this."
She handed me a little bundle. Fresh jeans and panties. She began that cross-one-leg-over-the-other dance, pushed her hand into her crotch and bent at the waist.
"Oooh, Mikeie! I don't know if I wanna pee or jill off the most."
"Do both."
"Another time maybe. Oh. Oh it's coming. I can't stop it now."
Emma stood upright, opened her thighs slightly, and looked at her crotch. Instantly a dark patch appeared in her jeans right where her pussy was, it grew quickly into a heart-shape then two tendrils of dark blue extended down her thighs, her calves, and then her pee ran in torrents off the bottoms of her jeans to the shed floor to be eaten up in the dust.
I watched, aroused. Emma gripped her breasts and tortured her nipples through her t-shirt. Her stream was so powerful that the jeans could not soak it all up. Two little lines of pee escaped them, either side of the sewn join, for a few moments. The hissing was so erotic, made all the more so by her moans of relief and pleasure.
After a few seconds, Emma pinched off the flow. She undid her belt, button and zipper and rolled the soaked jeans and panties down to her mid-thigh. She began rubbing her clit hard and fast, sheeshing in breath fixing me with her gaze.
"Fuck Mikey that's so fucking hot. Oh shit. I can't hold it!"
Piss flew everywhere as she frigged her clit and peed at the same time. It ran down her bare thighs, fell into her panties, splashed on the floor and her hand. I dropped my jeans and jerked off watching her. Eventually her bladder was empty, and there were sounds of birds singing, and the breeze. They formed a background to the symphony of heavy breathing, light moans, and pee dripping onto the hard dirt floor.
I stepped towards Emma. In my mind I was going to go for it, the holy grail. I turned her around, she bent over so she supported herself on the wheelbarrow, still frigging and dripping everywhere. I bent my knees and had my cock at her entrance when she stood and stopped my.
"No, Mike. No. Just this... OK?"
I understood. She let me put my cockhead against her clit, I fucked her clit-hood while I wanked, she came, and I shot a load on her belly. After what might have been, it was an unsatisfying release.
I helped Emma out of her soaked clothes. She pointed out that she'd forgotten about her shoes and socks, so having dried herself inelegantly with the little towel she'd brought, she put on her change clothes and sneaked off, barefoot to put them in the washer. We barely spoke, I figured we'd almost crossed the final barrier and it scared us a little.
Later in the day, we spoke about it. I told her I was within seconds of fucking her properly, she admitted she was going to let me. We lay beside each other on her bed, as we sometimes did. Silence ruled for a moment. Then Emma propped herself above me and looking deep into my eyes she said: "I know how close we were. But if we did anything more, well, we can't undo it. We can't split up like a couple that didn't work out. We're brother and sister forever."
"Yeah. Maybe we should cool it."
got some work in the next town, just eight days, but it meant I barely had time with mum or Emma for a while. Emma made a point of being proper around me. I'm not sure how she felt in those few days, but I know it meant my hormones targeted my mother instead. It was just little things -- I hugged her more often, I even tickled her a couple of times. Once I kissed her lips very lightly, like an accident, but I was encouraged by her holding my head and kissing me back, very lightly, but with her upbringing in a strictly religious family, I felt sure mothers don't kiss their sons on the lips.
If Emma noticed anything, she didn't give any hint that she had. But gradually I sensed mum was losing her inhibitions. It was no small thing that she'd sunbaked topless around me, and I was beginning to think there might be more to our relationship than in the past.
In my solitude at night, I thought about it. I knew for my part that I was capable of incest. If Emma had not put a brake on our sexual play, I would certainly have started an incestuous relationship with my sister. We'd been so close to that. So if I could do it with my sister why not with my mother? But it's not something you can afford to misinterpret. Emma was right. You can't just split up and move on when it's a blood relative.
Hours of rumination helped me hatch a plan to try to push boundaries while pretending it was all innocent and accidental.
On one occasion I left the bathroom door open while I showered, as we often did because of the inefficient fan I never got around to replacing, on a day when I could claim I thought mum was out shopping. I listened intently while I slowly masturbated, to maintain a near-full erection, and when the time was right I pulled back the shower curtain and stepped out, wiping my eyes as if I had shampoo in them, cursing to complete the illusion and to draw mum's attention towards me. It worked like a charm. I wiped my eyes when I heard her say "Oh, my!" and saw her standing here, holding an armful of dry laundry, before she startled her gaze away from my erection and shuffled off. I looked down -- my cock had done its part and stood proud and tall.
On another occasion while working in the shed, I knew she was hanging washing on the line. I made a point of taking a piss against the shed wall where she would see. I had expected her to cough or tell me off or something but she was silent. And I knew she was watching me.
I even took an idea from my sister. That first time she'd squeezed my cock and went "Boop Boop" at the beach inspired me. I was behind mum in the kitchen, I'd playfully pinned her front to the wall while she tried to stop me squirting her with water from the spray bottle she used for the indoor plants. She wrenched around to face me, giggling, and our bodies were pressed together in a half-wrestle. I squirted her neck, then her cleavage above her front-buttoned cotton summer dress. She was reaching for the bottle, I was squirting and keeping it away from her. I let her grab it from me, and while she giggled and squirted me continuously with it, I grabbed both of her breasts and went "Boop Boop" as I grabbed it back off her and continued playfully while she play-slapped my shoulder.
She put her hands on her hips and said "Michael Simpson! Honestly! Groping your poor mother like that!" But she was not upset at all, even when I turned the bottle from 'spray' to 'stream' and emptied it at her, on her face, neck and chest.
She giggled like a girl as she tried to fend me off. She got soaked, and her dress clung to her wetly in many places. She attacked me front-on to put an end to it, we play-wrestled some more, occasionally her legs parted around my thigh and I felt her mound there. We'd had so much front-on contact that my own shirt was wet and see-through now. And I could not help thinking: Yes. She's enjoying the body contact. This feels like more than just play.
I gave up the bottle and hugged her from behind, kissed her neck and the back of her head. My arms were under her breasts, her arms were under mine. She swayed side to side, playfully, gently. And yes: there it was! No mistake. She'd rubbed her bum against my groin.
I lowered one arm so I now hugged her tummy and below her breasts. I didn't know if her heavy breathing was from the play-fight or something else, but I held her tight with my chin on her neck, bent slightly, so as to control how much pressure I exerted with my groin against the crack of her butt. Not so much as to dry-hump, just so I could pretend innocence if she protested, but enough, I hoped, to give her a signal. If she wanted one.
It was like slow-motion as my mother reached up behind my head, I began to cup one breast while I pulled her bottom against me, she sighed... Then the front door banged and we jumped apart. Emma was home.
Mum sneaked off to her room before Emma came into the kitchen.
Emma took my hand and silently pulled me out into the garden. She said: "Level with me. What just happened?"
"Nothing."
"Bullshit. Mum scurried out of the room, your shirt's soaked and you have a boner. What happened?"
"OK. Secret safe?"
"Secret safe."
"I was trying to touch her breasts."
"And did you?"
"I would have if my bloody sister hadn't interrupted!"
"Oh. Sorry. Actually, no. I'm not sorry! What the fuck Mike? First me and then mum?"
"Well yes! Shit Emma. A week and a half ago us two were heading for..."
"Incest?"
"Yes! Fuck! My hormones are all over the place!"
She mocked me: "My poor brother! Look, I'm not exactly innocent either. Since you and I left each other alone I've been, well, doing the same as you."
"Huh?"
"Getting closer to mum."
"Oh. Um, for the same reason, you mean?"
She nodded. Now this is interesting!
"OK. Look, Emma. How do you feel about it? Where do we go from here?"
Meekly, almost shyly, my sweet sister stepped closer, grabbed my flaccid cock and said "boop boop?"
I undid the draw string on my shorts and took her hand, placed it inside, and said "Boop boop yourself." It was lame, our little conversation, but we both knew what it meant.
So I stood there while my sister slowly, gently stroked my cock. I put my hands under her blouse and bra, fondled her breasts. And I made it clear: "Emma, I so want to fuck you."
"No. We can't. Not here."
She wore a tight business-style skirt. How the zipper didn't give way while I forced it up over her hips is a testament to its manufacturer's quality control. I forced my hand inside her panties and rubbed, pressing a finger inside her for lubrication before I teased her clitoris.
She sighed, her head dropped to my shoulder, and brother and sister stood there fondling each other, increasingly desperately, until I felt Emma tremble and moan. A brief orgasm rippled through her, followed by my jizz coating her hand inside my shorts. It was brief, it did not shatter the universe, but it was a turning point.
We giggled at the impossibility of rolling her skirt back down, then she went inside to shower and change for dinner. Despite the ejaculate in my pants, I stayed outside for a while then did the same.
At the evening meal, we were all sipping cold beer. The electricity in the air was noticeable after the afternoon's interactions -- both between mum and me then Emma and me masturbating each other outside.
I tended the barbecue while mum and Emma put salads on the outdoor table. Somehow the conversation meandered to talking about early sexual experiences -- not surprising really considering the sexual charge in the family home that day.
Emma was asking mum about her first time, what was it like and so on. Mum was a little shy talking about it but in all our lives she'd never shied away from a subject.
"Well, your father was the only man in my life, sexually I mean, ever."
"Oh that's so lovely!"
"Well, I might have liked to try someone else. Or something else."
"Something else?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing."
"You mean like, kinky or something?"
"Maybe!" She giggled and looked at the ground. I listened intently while I turned the steaks and played with the onions.
"Well I sometimes think I could be attracted to a girl for example. Don't you mum?"
"Um, sometimes. A little. Depending..."
"Yeah. Hey you know Mike's got a little kink?"
I was suddenly very alert.
"Oh, really? Something I can tease him over, as revenge for drenching me with the spray bottle today?"
"Maybe." I almost dropped my tongs when Emma said: "He likes to see women pee." She spluttered out a beery laugh and put her hand to her mouth, perhaps realising she had gone too far. Mum simply replied: "Oh."
I looked at Emma, and said: "Nice one, bigmouth. Not cool, Emma."
Ever the reasonable adult, mum said: "Oh, it's nothing. Seriously Mike. Maybe the beer has made Emma indiscreet..." She gave Emma 'the look' "But it's no big deal. We all have our, um, quirks."
Emma blushed in shame at betraying my secret, I could see a little hurt in her eyes. Mum let us both off the hook: "Take me for instance. Honey it might be genetic. Whew! I might be a little too tipsy too. I like... well, the same sort of thing." She lost her nerve: "Those steaks ready yet?"
"Um, yeah. They're ready." What the hell do you mean, 'the same sort of thing'? Oh my god. Emma said she wanted to be watched peeing.
Steaks found their way onto plates, salads and dressings were served, then the bustle around the table being over I chewed my meal while I formed my questions: "Mum, you don't normally talk about these things. I know we've all been drinking a little..."
"Hmmm. Well, Emma seems to need to know stuff lately." She turned to her daughter: "You're grown up, darling, but I understand if you want to know about the fun parts of being adult, and maybe experiment a little."
Emma was curiously silent, but as usual mum had read the situation. "Look, your dad was quite conservative about sex and relationships. Very traditional. But I am, well, more adventurous. I don't feel restrained with you two any more. Can you imagine us two going topless while your father was here?"
She had a point.
"OK. Um, pass the pasta salad? Thanks. Mike, I really am flattered that you got an erection at the beach that day. I thought maybe your sister did most of it but when I put lotion on your back I knew you were looking at my breasts and I saw your reaction... in your shorts. So I had something to do with it too. Emma?" She offered the salad bowl to Emma who took it. She went on: "I don't want you two to enter your early adulthood in the mystery, fear and guilt that I went through. Your grandparents... well let's just say I'm still surprised they managed to create me at all, with all their hangups."
Emma giggled, I nodded.
"So, even if it's a little uncomfortable and embarrassing, I promised myself I'd help you two in that regard any way I can."
I thought on this. She meant it. I asked her how liberal she had become, where her limits were. When she asked me to explain, I blurted out the question before my brain had time to think it through: "For example, family members. Is sex with say a cousin, or maybe a sister OK, I mean in your opinion?"
Emma glared at me in fear, but mum surprised us both with her answer: "Um, I have two opposing thoughts. On one hand, incest is taboo because the risk of genetic deformities from inbreeding is high. On the other hand, with modern birth control we can eliminate the risk, so between consenting adults, why not?"
Wow! Fucking WOW! All I knew was that I desired them both, pure lust. Mum had actually thought this through... And approved of incest?
I answered her: "Oh wow mum. Thank you for treating us like adults. I'm torn, really."
"Why, son?"
"Well, I'm thinking about the enormity of what you just said. You were brought up in the Church, and you're our mum, but you believe sex between family members can be OK?"
"In theory, sure."
She was trying to appear calm and detached but I sensed something more. I looked at Emma, still silent, probably as shocked as me at what mum was saying. My instinct was confirmed when mum took a drink from her glass -- more like two big swallows.
I said: "Well, now I don't feel too weird about getting turned on by my mum and my sister!"
Emma laughed a little nervously. I think she had sensed the thickness of the air around us too and although mum didn't know it, Emma's and my relationship had suddenly moved a long way towards what we were now talking about.
"It's OK son. Like I said, I'm flattered by it. Emma, you've been quiet since you ratted on your poor brother."
There was no admonishment in her tone. Emma responded: "Well, since we're all crashing through boundaries here... Mum one thing you don't know. How I know about Mike's secret. Coming back from Lily's party the other day I needed to pee really bad. I ended up nearly pissing my pants and I had to do it beside the car. Mike was right there and, well, he got a big boner."
"Oh I see. Seeing you turned him on that much, huh?"
"Can't believe I'm asking my brother this: Did you jack off thinking about me that night?" And many nights since, sis.
I drew in a deep breath. I was about to answer yes when mum answered for me: "Of course he did. Right Mike?" I just nodded.
My two gorgeous women giggled. I wasn't going to let Emma get away with it, so I shot back: "And you, Emma? Did you just go to bed and forget about it?"
I could see by her face that I'd got her. She said: "Shit. Not fair." Now it was me and mum who laughed. Mum took another swig from her glass and said: "I'm not sure how to take this, my two kids masturbating thinking about each other." If only she knew. We've progressed way farther than that, Em. Where are you going with this?
Emma tried a long shot: "Hah! I bet he's thought about you too, mum!" Oh, I see. Nice move!
Mum blushed slightly and looked at me for an answer. In the spirit of the evening, I corrected my sister: "Not exactly. But I did have a wet dream thinking about you, mum." I sipped my beer to watch the reaction.
The three of us got bolder by the minute, so maybe it was no surprise when mum raised the bar a little more: "Oh? And what exactly did you dream of?"
"Well, as Emma said. I like to watch women peeing. I dreamt of you peeing on the kitchen floor."
"Bit unhygienic."
"...And sucking my dick."
"Oh. I see." But she wasn't shocked, or embarrassed, I was sure. So I went on: "You were in it too, Em."
"Oh. Did I suck your cock too? Haha."
"No, you were dripping wet and naked after your shower."
"Oh, so I was the supporting actor -- mum was the star?"
"Afraid so. You OK with that, mum? Not too shocking?"
She was silent, sipping at her glass. I smiled at Emma; we knew this mood of hers. She was thinking what to do next. I don't know how I knew, but I was certain things were going to hot up quickly. My cock thought so too. I studied mum, and I realised there were two points in her t-shirt that weren't there before. Her nipples were hard, and it wasn't that cool out yet.
Mum glanced at me and caught me looking. I like to think that was all that was needed for the approaching tsunami of lust to break. Deliberately, mum put her glass beside her chair. She looked at Emma, who seemed to agree silently. Holding my gaze, mum said "OK. Here goes." She pulled her t-shirt over her head, then undid the clasp of her bra and dropped it. She stroked her breasts in the way women do when they're freed from their bra, then lifted them slightly from underneath: "Do you dream about these, honey?" her nipples seemed to poke out even further, free of their constraint.
I nodded.
"What about this?" And she stepped out of her shorts and panties deftly. My mouth opened in shock as my mother stood, stark naked, just across the table from me. Her breasts were fine, her pussy was perfect. She'd kept her little brown patch neatly trimmed above her labia -- just like Emma had, I noted -- which were prominent but still delicate. I heard Emma say: "Oh wow, mum!" Mum stepped into the open beside the table, and heaven of heavens, squatted facing me. My senses reeled. I half-expected to wake up with wet-dream sticky thighs at any moment, when mum used two fingers to open her pussy and spray a short burst of pee indelicately over her own thighs and the floor, then she relaxed, groaned in relief and desire, and her stream strengthened and straightened. From where I sat, droplets splashed onto my bare feet and ankles.
I put my beer down, stood, and just as mum finished pissing I stripped naked. I wasn't sure if mum had gone as far as she was going to, but my mind had switched off to all other thoughts than thoughts of lust and all I could think of was getting my cock inside her, urgently, right now.
I barely gave her time to protest. I lay her on her back on the grass, using my legs to part hers. She said: "Oh no, you're my son, we can't..." But she did not resist, and soon my cock touched wetness at her entrance. I had just enough control to pause for a second to let her tell me no, she did not, so I pushed and lowered myself onto and into her.
She moaned deeply, then drew in breath in a gasp. "Oh god. Oh god. I can't believe I'm fucking my own son."
I thrust long, powerful strokes. My thoughts echoed what she'd said. At last. At last. I knew it. I knew she wanted it.
Emma appeared beside us, naked. She lay beside us on her side, and now that initial drug-like rush of penetrating my mother's pussy had subsided, I started long, gentle strokes inside her while Emma kissed her on the mouth and sucked her breasts. Emma's hand-job earlier had made sure I didn't blow my load in my mum straight away.
I maneouvred my sister so she was on her side with one leg crooked, so I could finger her pussy. She was moist but not yet wet, while mum was all squishy warmth around my cock. I looked into her eyes for rejection, I saw only lust. Mum's hips began meeting my thrusts, Emma's began grinding on my hand.
I looked towards my belly in disbelief at what I was doing. Sure enough, my mum's thighs were coated in our sweat, and that was my cock pumping her pussy. Those were her tits, her moans. And in my hand was my sister's pussy. I think mum sensed my thoughts. As though we were porn stars that had rehearsed the move, I left mum, eased Emma to her back, and was soon at the entrance to her heavenly gates.
"Oh Mikey. It's Ok. Yes!"
She was a little tighter, I still don't know for sure if I was her first, but gentle pressure opened her insides to me and I gasped at the sheer taboo sensuality of it as my shaft slid all the way inside my sister until my balls hung against her asshole. Only a minute or so later, I was losing my load. Taking my cock out of my mother to put it into my sister is still the single most erotic thing I have ever done, and the thought of it overwhelmed me. Just in time I got my cock back out of her and splashed my goo all over her belly. Mum laughed, Emma was still panting. The sex for her had only just started.
Mum sensed Emma was unsatisfied and took my place between her legs. Having experienced the single most erotic thing possible, I now watched something that came a close second.
Emma almost screamed as our mother's tongue found its target. I tried to help Emma's orgasm by squeezing her breasts, but I confess to a selfish need for more.
Despite having ejaculated, my cock was ready for more. It has never happened before or since, that I can go straight into sex after ejaculating, which testified to the heady eroticism we shared that night.
With my fresh cum still beaded on my sister's tummy, I got behind my mother and placed my cock at her entrance. She wiggled and adjusted her knees for the right angle, and then I was inside her again. My sweaty thighs slapped the backs of hers, and she began to whimper against my sister's pussy. Emma was looking up at me with a wild animal lust in her eyes. I held her gaze while she rose higher, ever higher, and I saw her cum face for the first time.
Seconds later, mum squealed a muffled cry, still drinking in her daughter's cum as she splashed her own against my cock. Heaven exploded in my head, and the control I'd shown to not cum inside my sister evaporated as I began to spurt, hard and thick, inside my mother. Into the womb that had created me.
Three spent, sweaty bodies collapsed against each other. Mum ended up between me and Emma, my cock still inside her. Emma kissed mum's lips, gently, like nibbling. Then she pulled my head awkwardly to hers and did the same thing to me.
Heartbeats in triplicate drummed a sensual tattoo, three chests heaved for breath, and limbs encircled and entwined three lovers there, on the grass, in our home.