People Like Them

People Like Them

by

Tragudis

This is a follow-up to Past The Point Of No Return (July 26, 2023 -- Incest/Taboo)

Oh, that dirty but wonderful little secret. The one Steffi Lanier and her son Brad have going on between them. The taboo of taboos, the Freudian slip of Freudian slips, the Oedipus complex of Oedipus complexes, writ large in the house they share.

The cat is out of the bag, at least it is between this mom and son. The unspoken mutual sexual attraction they kept hidden for so long is out in the open, spoken about and acted upon, and nobody knows it but them. Not her ex-husband Clifford, not Brad's older sister Merle and not any of their friends. What would they say? What would they think? Steffi and Merle know all too well, and therefore they have no intention of revealing the salacious goings on behind the closed doors of their single-family home in this respectable, upper-middle-class neighborhood where things like this don't go on.

Except they do, at least in this house on this quiet street on the outskirts of a major East Coast city that shall go nameless, least that city gets a reputation for this kind of sexuality based on just one mom and one son. Brad is between relationships, "legitimate" relationships; that is, between him and a woman with whom he is not related. Gina was his last girlfriend, great in the sack, he admits, but there wasn't much communication out of it to sustain the relationship. He still wants a girl, "just like the girl that married dear old dad," as that old ditty goes. Except that now he's done one better--the actual girl who did. Does it get any better than that?

No, not if you have a mom that reciprocates the way Steffi has. She just loves his "boy-next-door charm" and his "athletic physique," among other attributes. In a perverted twist, Brad is the boy, just like the boy that came from his dear old mom. Not that she's old. No, she's a middle-aged gal that has a son who brings out her inner youthful self, the self that had lay hidden under a bad marriage that finally ended when Brad was in high school. What's going on between them is so wrong, so naughty, yet so exciting that neither party shows the slightest inclination to stop. Simple, basic housework turns into anything but simple or basic. Their affair started with Steffi vacuuming, and it's become one of their favorite times to get it on.

Like today, like this Saturday afternoon. Steffi is wearing a short, low-cut red negligee, with white trim around the edges, yellow panties and high heels. No woman does housework in that outfit, not unless she's trying to seduce someone in the room. And Brad is that someone. He's on the sofa in shorts and a T-shirt, gawking at his mom vacuuming the white living room carpet, loving the erotic way she bends and stoops and spreads her beautiful legs in the process. She's squatting down, with one hand on the vacuum, the other tickling her pussy over her panties.

"I'm fully erect just watching you, mom," he says, folding his hand over the thing, so hard that it bends in a slight banana-like curvature.

"And I'm soaking wet just watching you watching me," she says. Her fingers continue to tickle her tinkle, while she looks at him oh so ravenously and swishes her tongue over her lips in anticipation of the delights that are but minutes away.

"You're not getting much work done," Brad quips, grinning in that boyish way of his that Steffi finds so endearing.

"No, I'm not," she says, playing the game, the seductive skit that's developed between them, one among several skits that come with their own variations and that end in basically the same way. She feels herself getting wetter and wetter, as if that were possible, and the erotic tingling that extends from her gushing pussy to her hard nipples and beyond is amazing, just amazing.

She steps over to the sofa and sits down. After crossing her legs, she places her hand over the bulge in his shorts. "Oh, my, if we don't take care of this soon, it might explode." She leans in and plants a kiss on the side of his head. "Now, let's go upstairs where we can take care of each other in the manner by which we've come to define it."

As they've come to define it means a romp in the king-sized bed she once shared with her husband when they were on good terms, before things went south. Brad is so far the first and only man she's shared that bed with since her divorce. Truth be told, she's in no hurry to find another man with whom to share her bed, nor share another man's bed. She's too caught up in a whirl of erotic excitement that she never dreamed of until that Saturday morning weeks ago when the sexual tension that had been building between them reached the boiling point. The ardor, the white-heat that enveloped them then only got hotter.

Brad follows her up the stairs, gawking at his mom's sexy derriere and slim, perfect diamond-shaped calves. He's seen her from this angle more times than he can count, even before they got intimate, yet he never tires of it. When he playfully lifts the hem of her garment, she turns her head, giggling like a young girl.

After they strip off their clothing, her giggles turn to moans when Brad's tongue does what Steffi loves it to do. Brad never was a big fan of eating pussy. Not before he did Steffi, that is. Unlike the girls he'd been with, Steffi makes sure she smells good all over, including the area between her legs. His tongue drives her to near convulsions with the speedy way he stabs it over and around her clit and today is no exception. "Ohmygod, yes, yes! Oh, baby, keep going!" And he does, on his knees while she sits on the edge of the bed, legs spread, massaging her breasts, with her garment pulled up and her panties wrapped around her ankle. She could climax this way, but today she can't wait to take Brad inside her.

When she pulls away, Brad says, "Mom, I was going to make you come."

"I know, baby, but I'm too hungry for your amazing cock to wait."

She proves it by nearly pulling him up from the floor and then onto the bed. Then, with her feet planted firmly on the mattress, she goes into what she calls her "pogo stick ride," bouncing gleefully on said amazing cock, her hands massaging her breasts. And then, only moments later, her voice merges with his in a crescendo of erotic expression.

"Whew!" she cries, putting her hand against her forehead. "There's something to be said for speed sex."

Brad doesn't disagree. He's sitting up in the bed, watching Steffi wipe his jizz from her cunt and getting turned on all over again. "Can I help you, mom? I mean, it is my mess."

She flashes a broad smile. "Sure, if you'd like."

He grabs a tissue from the night table while Steffi leans against the headboard, legs spread. Flat on his stomach, he begins to wipe, acutely aware that his cock is pressing hard against the mattress. It takes less than a minute, about the same it takes his cock to once more get back on terms, so to speak.

Steffi gawks in slack-jawed wonder. "You're amazing!"

"No, it's you who is amazing," he says. "I don't believe I could do this with anyone else. I can get you wet again if need be."

She dips a finger into her pussy. "Well, yes, I suppose I could use a little more lube."

The compliant, sexually charged son goes at it, putting tongue to pussy, greasing her for another round. He really gets a kick out of doing this, hearing Steffi moan, watching her writhe under the stabbing motion of his tongue.

Minutes later, she's on her back, eager to once again receive him. Eager is as eager does, as this mom-son duo proves over the next ten minutes or so. No speed sex this time, though the pyrotechnic feeling they put into it is no less, well, pyrotechnic. It's all there, the grunts, groans and moans, the smacking sounds of loins on loins and the sweet smell of sex, a mix of sweat, body odor and commercial scents. The aroma fills the room.

Another crescendo, and then they lay next to each other, holding hands, sated and depleted. "Mom, can you imagine any of your friends doing this with their sons?" Brad asks.

She turns on her side to face him. Dragging a finger across his belly, she says, "I think you know the answer, Braddy. Not a one. Nor do I suspect that you can imagine any of your friends doing this. You know, I keep thinking about how Merle would react if she found out. Gawd, she'd have us both committed."

Brad chuckles. "She might not be as horrified as you think. She always was on the liberal side."

"Politically, maybe. But when it comes to sex, I imagine she's no less conventional than most people. And even if she has her kinky side, she'd find incest over the top. Let's just hope we never have to find out."

Brad didn't tell Steffi that he feels compelled to tell someone, that he's felt that need ever since it started. He can see why True Confessions Magazine was once so popular. People need to "confess" what they've done, no matter how kinky. In fact, the kinkier the behavior, the greater the need to tell someone about it. His sister Merel will understand, he thinks. They've always been close. Brad always looked up to his big sister. Being a few years younger, he sometimes turns to her for dating advice and other things. He doesn't want to betray Steffi, his only hesitation. Yet the compulsion to confide in someone eats at him every day. Merel is the only one he feels comfortable enough to tell. He doesn't believe that Merle will freak out the way Steffi thinks. She'll be shocked, all right, he admits. But then, when she calms down, she'll be okay discussing it. And what's more, he thinks she'll keep it between them.

*****

"Brad, it sounds really important for you to want to come over on a weeknight."

"It is, Merle, believe me it is."

"Okay, see ya in a bit."

Merle runs through all sorts of things in her head, trying to guess. With that sense of urgency in his voice, it sure does sound important. Did he get a girl pregnant? Possible. Maybe he borrowed money from a loan shark and was being threatened with bodily harm for failure to pay it back. Nah, that didn't sound like Brad at all. But maybe he had this secret life outside college. Whatever it is, she's on edge with anticipation. Better change into something "presentable." She had just showered and had slipped on her robe. Off goes her robe and on goes a pair of house shorts, a T-shirt and house slippers.

Merle, in her mid-twenties, has done well for herself. She's a college graduate who works in the human resources department for the state. The job has good benefits, and her salary is enough to own a modest, Cape Cod style house in the burbs. She's had quite a few boyfriends in her life. No surprise, young women who look like Merle usually do well with the opposite sex (and sometimes with the same sex, though that's not Merel's thing). She's got beautiful blue eyes, long dirty-blond hair, and one of those faces that look good from any angle and in any photograph. Maybe it's the small features, the way they fit her face in such a perfect way. A raving beauty she's not; cute as the proverbial button she is. Looks-wise, she inherited the best of her mom's DNA. In addition, she's slim and still in shape, even though she's a few years removed from her college lacrosse playing days. Regular workouts at LA Fitness keep her that way. The woman is disciplined.

Merle almost runs to the door at the sound of the bell. "Hey bro," she says when he steps in the door wearing jeans, sweatshirt and sneakers. "How about something to drink?'

"You know it," he says. "Beer or wine, I'll take either one. Maybe both."

Merle chuckles. "Wow, whatever this is, it sounds awfully serious. Beer, I don't have, so wine will have to do."

He nods, then paces the carpeted floor while waiting.

"A Reisling for you and one for me," she says. "Let's sit and you can tell big sis all about it."

Once seated on the sofa, Brad, with his hand shaking, takes several sips. Merle watches, amused and alarmed at the same time. "Sorry, I'm a little nervous," he says.

"Yeah, I can see that. Take your time."

After one more sip, he says, "I'm not sure where to start."

"Most stories start at the beginning, but you can start any place you'd like." Merle takes her first sip, waiting and feeling her heart beat the way it does while watching a good suspense movie.

Brad takes a deep breath and turns to his right to face her. "Well, it involves mom and me. By the way, she doesn't know I'm talking to you about this. Can you keep it just between you and me?"

Merle looks serious. "Sure, I guess so. But I can't say for sure until I know what the hell you're talking about."

He nods. "Right, I guess that make sense. But after you hear it, you'll probably want to keep it just between us."

She exhales, then says, "Geeze, Braddy, get to the point already. I feel ready to explode with anticipation."

"Okay, so here goes. Ready?"

"Oh, Jesus, I've been ready." She rolls her eyes.

"Okay, so for the past month or so, mom and I have, well, um, we've gotten closer than a mom and son are supposed to."

"Closer? Closer how?"

"Closer to the point where it's inappropriate. Can you guess?"

Merle is running through her mind something that sounds worse than getting a girl pregnant or running from a loan shark. "I'd rather not guess. You're here to tell me."

He takes another sip, then waits close to a half-minute more before speaking up. "Merle, mom and I have become intimate."

She sees him blushing. "Intimate... as in..."

"Do I have to spell it out? Intimate as in we're having sex." He slaps his leg in frustration.

This is shocking news, but she wants to remain calm, if not objective and detached, as a therapist would. "Okay, tell me about it."

He starts from day one, when Steffi was vacuuming in sexy lingerie and acting suggestively while she worked. "We were both turned on," he reveals. "The next thing I know, we're fooling around on the sofa. Then after that--"

"Wait. What do you mean by fooling around? Be specific."

"We felt each other up. She gave me a blow job, got me to come all over her blouse."

Merle tries to stifle a gasp but can't. "Ohmygod!" Pictures of her own mom doing as Brad just described dance in her head.

"I guess you're about to freak out."

She takes several deep breaths to calm herself. "Do I look like I'm about to freak out?'

"No, but I can imagine what you must be feeling inside, what you must be thinking of me and mom."

"I'm not making any moral judgements here, if that's what you mean. I'm here to listen. Okay, so what happened after that?"

"We went up to her room and had sex."

"Full intercourse?"

"Yeah, but not right away. Before that... Are you sure you want to hear this?"

She nods. "Just don't get TOO graphic."

"Okay, so before intercourse, I licked her pussy."

Merle sits in slack-jawed wonder, picturing that little scenario. It feels like he's talking about another couple, one not related to her. She exhales, then folds her legs under her.

"Brad, who made the first move? Who started all this?"

"Well, I guess mom did. You know, with what she wore and how she acted. But even before that, I got aroused just watching her walk around the house in skimpy outfits. She was seducing me without trying. Well, until that Saturday."

"I see. Have you unloaded this on anyone else?"

"No, of course not. That's why I'm here. I needed to talk to someone, and I couldn't think of anyone else. You're not only my sister, but you've also been a good friend to me ever since I can remember."

"And I'll continue to be a good friend. So let me ask this. How do you feel about what you're doing?"

"Somewhat guilty and weird. I thought that motherfucker was just a figure of speech, a word guys called one another. If they only knew."

"How does mom feel about it?"

"More comfortable than me, I think. She... well, both of us enjoy it too much to stop."

"The sex is that good? Better than you had with, who was that girl you dated?"

"Gina."

"Better than with Gina?"

"Not better. Just... different. It's hard to explain. I find the taboo aspect of it a turn-on. You know, one of those things that almost begs to be tried because it's so naughty. One of those things that turns what's supposed to be repulsive into something that's desirable, that can't be resisted. Then, well, you've got to admit, we've got a hot, sexy-looking mom. My friends think so, they've told me. Maybe that's more of it than the taboo factor. If mom was just average looking, none of this might have happened."

"And all this goes on in her bedroom?"

"Most of it. But a few days ago, we did it in the bathtub. That was a first."

As much as Merle hates to admit it, she's becoming aroused listening to all this. She pictures Steffi and Brad going at it on the blue porcelain bottom of the tub. She should be turned off, not turned on. And she sure shouldn't be picturing herself and Brad doing it in that bathtub. This is disturbing yet undeniably exciting. Is incest in their DNA or something?

She shifts her weight on the sofa. "So, Brad, you said we've got a hot mom. In turn, I guess she thinks she's got a hot-looking son. You ARE a nice-looking guy. My girlfriends have even told me that."

"Really? Well maybe you can set me up with one of them." He grins as if he just told a joke.

Was he serious? "Most of them are older, but I guess that wouldn't be an issue with you from what you're telling me."

They both laugh.

Then Brad says, "I did some research on incest. It's not real common but not that rare either. In the United States, one in seven thousand families indulge in incest."

"Is that right? Interesting. Anyway, I hope mom's on birth control."

"She is. Holy shit, that could be disastrous if she wasn't."

"You're telling me. So how do you feel now that you talked to me?"

"Better. I just hope you can keep it between us. If dad found out, look out!"

"Don't worry, he won't. But look, Brad, don't you think it might be better if mom knew that I knew?"

"Better? Better how? I told her I wouldn't tell anyone."

"But you just did. And knowing how close we are, she should have excluded me from that rule."

He takes another sip. "So, you're going to tell her?"

"I'm not sure what I'm going to do. Maybe you're the one who should tell her that you spoke to me, that you needed to confess. It wasn't fair of her to hold you back."

He nods, then sets his glass down on the coffee table. "I could use another drink but I better not. That's all I need is a DWI charge on top of everything else." He gets up to leave. "Thanks for your time, for talking to me. Big sis to the rescue, as always."

She walks him to the door. "How about a hug?" she requests.

"I could use one."

She gives him more than her usual hug. This hug involves pressing her entire body tightly against his, her breasts that hang braless under her T-shirt and her most sensitive private part that's moist under her shorts--she hadn't bothered putting on panties.

When they decouple, he says, "Wow, that was quite a hug, sis! What are you thinking?"

She brushes back her hair. "I'm not thinking so much as reacting."

Hands on hips, he grins while giving her the once over, focusing on her nipples pressing against her blouse. "So my thing with mom turns you on?"

"Yes, much to my chagrin. Especially the part about doing it in the bathtub."

"Maybe WE can try it sometime. No, just kidding," he says with a laugh.

She steps closer. "Are you?" She runs a hand over his crotch. "Because I just might be interested. I'm not seeing Zach anymore, and lately I've been hornier than hell."

"You really might be interested in getting it on with me?!"

"I don't mean tonight. But maybe sometime. Think about it."

He can't take his eyes off those nipples protruding against her shirt.

Steffi notices and lifts her garment. "You like?" She chuckles at the way he gawks, momentarily speechless.

He clears his throat. "Who wouldn't like?"

She drops her shirt, then says, "Like I said, think about it."

*****

Brad thinks about it and thinks about it. He can't think of much else. Merle's girlfriends think he's hot, she told him. Well, his friends think she's damn hot too. "You've got a great looking sister," they've said, and he can't disagree. However, before their talk, he never seriously thought of doing what she suggested. Now he is. Man, how he is! First the mom, then the sister. He sees his domestic life turning into some sort of sexual freak show.

Days after their meeting, while in the dining room sipping their post-dinner coffee, he tells Steffi about what happened. "I hope you're not pissed," he says. "But I just had to talk with someone about it. Merle and I are close, you know that." He leaves out the proposed tryst between himself and Merle.

Steffi's reaction is mixed. "I don't feel comfortable with her knowing, Brad. And only because it might slip out when she's talking with someone else. If she can keep it to herself, I wouldn't mind."

"She can keep it to herself, mom. I've always known her to be trustworthy."

Steffi nods. "Oh, I don't think she'd tell anyone else intentionally. Nevertheless, like I said, it might slip out. But, just as a safeguard, I'll have a talk with her."

Later, Steffi makes the call.

"So now you know," Steffi says. I appreciate you being a good sport about it. But PLEASE keep it to yourself."

"I have every intention to, mom. This isn't the sort of thing people normally brag about. Anyway, I was never a gossip."

"You're not ashamed of me?"

"Ashamed? No, because I can rationalize it. You haven't been to bed with a man since dad left. So I guess you're horny. And look, you and I both think that Brad is one good-looking young man."

"You've got that right. Well, you're taking this much better than I thought you ever would. I'd guess that most people would freak out."

"Freak out... That's exactly the term Brad used when he came over and told me. We both know that there's a lot worse things that happen to families than this. There's no abuse here, you're both consenting adults. I take it in stride."

Merle laughs after hanging up. Had she excoriated Steffi, she'd feel like a hypocrite because as the days pass, her mind is filled with visions of her and Brad becoming intimate. She tries to ignore it, goes about her business. But that "itch" persists, refuses to be ignored. It calls on her in her sleep as well as during her waking hours. She even gets off on picturing Brad and Steffi doing what Brad said they did. In the bathtub! Can you imagine?! Indeed, she can, but she wants to do more than just imagine. She wants the real thing. Finally, she can't ignore it anymore and shoots him a text.

HI. I HOPE U HAVEN'T CHANGED YOUR MIND ABOUT THE BATHTUB THING. AS KIDS, WE SOMETIMES BATHED TOGETHER. ARE YOU STILL UP FOR DOING SOMETHING MORE, SHALL WE SAY, MORE ADULT-LIKE?

HI SIS. YEP. I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT TOO. IT'S A DATE. THIS SATURDAY. DON'T WORRY, I WON'T TELL MOM. BY THE WAY, SHE HAS A DATE THIS SATURDAY, SO IT'S GOOD TIMEING.

*****

Merle hasn't been so excited about something in a long time. Sex with her brother. Such an outrageous thing, but now such a wild-sounding thing to look forward to. Just thinking about it sends erotic chills through her entire body.

She wears something that drove her last boyfriend (Zach) wild--a silk, peach-colored robe hemmed three-quarters up her thighs. It ties around her waist, while the top part splays apart to show her matching bra. Heels and red silk panties complete the outfit that had been sitting in her closet for months, waiting to be displayed for another guy. Never did she think that it would be Brad, her own brother, who would be that other guy.

Her heart beats faster when the doorbell rings. Bounding up from the sofa, she answers and then, when Brad steps inside, she wraps her arms around him, then kisses him the way siblings rarely do, lips pressed close, tongues touching. After parting, he steps back and says, "Wow! I now see what I've been missing."

She spins around as if she were modeling. "I hope I look as sexy as mom."

His eyes flit up, down and sideways. "Oh, man, do you ever!" He lifts the hem of her robe. "Red panties and all." His hand goes to his crotch over his khaki shorts. "I'm aroused already."

She looks down and giggles. "Can I offer you anything? Well, besides the obvious."

"If you've got any wine like last time."

"Coming right up."

Coming right up, yes--Brad's cock is doing just that watching Merel step toward the kitchen, her beautiful legs flexing, her short robe giving him a sneak peek of her red panties.

"Quite a change since last you were here," Merle says, handing him a glass of Reisling.

He nods, then sits on the sofa next to her. "Last time I was here for some sisterly

support, to confess something that I wouldn't reveal to anyone else. Do you think you'll need to confess to anyone?"

Sitting with one leg crossed over the other, she says, "Hmm... that's a good question, one I haven't thought about. Guess I won't know until afterwards. Like you and mom, I don't want this to get around."

He drags his fingers across her thigh. "So smooth. Mom's skin is smooth also, though not like this. I guess it's the age difference."

She puts her glass on the coffee table. Brad then does the same and moments later, they embrace and begin kissing as they did. Only longer this time--nobody who might have seen them would ever guess they were brother and sister. "The bathtub can wait," she says, "I want you now."

While Brad begins to throw his clothes off, Merle opens her robe, slips her panties off, then tosses them on the floor. "Wow!," she cries, seeing how hard he is.

When she hops on his cock, he says, "Do you always get this wet this fast without serious foreplay?"

"No, I don't always," she reveals. "But then I've seldom been this aroused. Ohmygod, Brad, this is fucking amazing, just amazing! One other thing. I'm on birth control."

"Nice to know." He then reaches behind her, grabbing the snaps on her bra. "May I?"

"You certainly may." After her bra falls to the floor, she bends forward, letting him do oral on her C-cup sized tits. "Ooo, ahh, love it!" If she had any inhibitions about doing this with him, they're long-gone, buried in her insatiable passion and desire.

He asks, "Have you ever been fucked in the air?"

"On an airplane, you mean?"

"No, like this."

She gets what he means after he stands and holds her, while she wraps her arms around his neck and her legs tightly around his waist. Giggling, she says, "Did you do this with mom or Gina?"

"No. I've seen it in porn videos. Whaddya think?"

She struggles to keep her legs clasped around him. "Interesting, but not exactly comfortable. I'm more of a traditionalist when it comes to positions during intercourse."

"Yeah, I agree, less than comfortable. Just thought I'd give it a try." After a few more thrusts, he places her back on the sofa, him on top. "Let's finish what we started."

She guides him back inside her once again. "There, that's better. Take me home, bro."

She's got her back facing the rear of the sofa, legs spread, hands on her knees, while he's between her legs, his hands flat on the seat cushion, pumping away. The faster he accelerates, the louder she moans and the more he accelerates. Call it the ultimate in incestuous symbiosis played out between bro and sis on the latter's living room sofa. Not quite home but into the homestretch for sure, with Merle feeling that familiar quiver and Brad barely holding out, waiting for her to reach that Home she mentioned. And then, moments later, "Ahhh, ohmygod!" she cries, followed by her beloved brother, now more beloved than ever after what he just did for her.

She sits up and says, "Who needs the Zachs of the world when I have you?" She reaches out to hug him. "Brad, you wowed me like I haven't been wowed in quite a while, maybe never. Whew!"

He hugs and kisses her, tells her what "an amazing sister I have," among other terms of endearment.

Sitting on the edge of the sofa, she grabs a couple tissues and begins to wipe cum from her still wet, hot pussy. Then, half in jest, she says, "If mom found out, I wonder if she'd be jealous."

"Nah, she'd be cool with it," he says, glancing down at his cock, now on the descent. "At least I think she would."

She takes him by the hand and leads him into the bathroom. Standing by the door, she says, "Doing it in the tub intrigues me because we can get clean, smell good and get dirty all at the same time. Having done it before with mom, I'd guess you know what I mean."

"I absolutely know what you mean." He begins to play with her boobs. "You've got a nice pair, sis. Beautiful and firm."

She looks down and puts her hand around his cock, now on the ascent. "And you have quite a nice appendage there, cowboy. Corny as it sounds, it appears that you'll soon be up for another rodeo."

She turns the faucet and fills the tub with just enough water to cover the bottom. Then she's on her back, with one leg hooked over the side of the tub, the other against the white tile. He gets in with his legs folded under him and says, "I should have warned you that tub sex isn't the most comfortable way to go either."

"Especially for you, the way you're wedged in there. How does that oldie go? 'Splish-splash, I was taking a bath, long about a Saturday night... rub dub, just relaxing in the tub, thinking everything was alright.'"

"Never heard that one. Sounds like you listen to oldies radio."

"I do. For your info, the singer was Bobby Darren. You might need that the next time you play Trivial Pursuit," she jokes.

"I'd bet Bobby Darren wasn't thinking about what we're doing."

"I bet you're right." She sits up and sees that his 'nice appendage' needs resuscitating. "Let's get you up again."

It doesn't take long. Some hand stroking and mouth to cock resuscitation, and Brad is good to go. And where he goes is between his sister's beautiful legs for some splishing and splashing and banging amid the pronounced moans bouncing off the hard, tiled surfaces of the room. Not the most comfortable way to have sex, she thinks, but comfortable enough to still enjoy her brother's lovemaking, his endearing words and amazing cock. Even this early on in their "new" relationship, what was once a curiosity had now become something she craved.

Afterward, they shower together, soaping each other off with body wash. "This is the part where we get clean and smell good," she says.

He puts his nose between her boobs. "I know what you mean. I better stop sniffing you, least I get aroused again."

She lowers her eyes and says, "Yeah, better give that thing a rest, because I'll want more of it in the future." She looks into his eyes to glean if he's onboard with that proposal.

He nods and says, "And you shall have it."

When they step out of the shower to dry off, she says, "Brad, I can see why mom started up with you. You know what you're doing when it comes to satisfying a woman in the bedroom. And in the bathroom as well."

Brad smiles in gratification while swishing a towel across his back. "I do my best." He looks at himself in the medicine cabinet mirror and says, "Look at me. Brad Lanier, a guy who sleeps with his sister and his mom." He shakes his head.

Merle wraps her hands around his arms in a look of concern. "Are you feeling ashamed of what we just did?"

"Ashamed isn't the right word. Weird for sure. How do YOU feel?"

"Kind of surreal, almost like it's not me. I mean, until recently, I never thought in a million years I'd be fucking my baby brother. It hasn't quite dawned on me yet. But one thing's for sure, it felt wonderful."

"It felt wonderful for me also. But I feel kind of guilty keeping it from mom. I feel one of us should tell her."

"You're right. Look, I'll talk to her. Mom appreciated my understanding about her sleeping with you. She'll take this well, I believe. Sometimes, it's better to get things out in the open. There's a line from some old poem, -- 'what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive.'" Well, I don't want any tangled webs between us. This situation is complicated enough."

"I agree. But let me talk to her first. After all, I live with her."

She nods. "Okay, that sounds reasonable. Good luck."

*****

A few minutes after Brad returns home, Steffi comes through the door wearing a knee-length dark skirt, white blouse and yellow heels. He greets her in the kitchen. "How'd your date go?"

She shrugs. "Okay, I guess. His name is Lucas. It was a blind date arranged by a girlfriend."

He joins her at the kitchen table. "You don't seem that enthused."

"He's nice, not bad looking either. But the conversation was strained, not unusual for a first date. So what about you? You said you were going out, but didn't specify where. Did you have a hot date?" She smiles in a teasing sort of way.

"I went over to Merle's house. We had some mutual business to discuss."

"Oh? Not to pry, but I'm curious. Merle never mentioned it." His comically shy hesitation in answering made her even more curious. "Is everything okay?" When he started giggling, she said, "Come on, let me in on the joke. If not, I'll call Merle."

"She was going to tell you. Then I said I'd break the news first."

"Huh huh. Okay, would you be kind enough to tell me what news? I'm waiting here with bated breath."

"Well, um, Merle thought you'd take it well, so here goes. We, um, we slept together."

She isn't sure she heard right. "You slept together," she says in a deadpan tone.

"Correct. Hope you don't mind."

At this, Steffi bursts out laughing. It takes her a few moments to recover. Then: "You know, in a normal situation, 'I hope you don't mind' might refer to a kid telling his parents that he borrowed the car. But with you, it refers to something very different." She holds her stomach, laughs some more. "I can't believe this. Like mother, like daughter."

He flashes her a broad grin. "Don't tell Lucas what we're doing."

At this, she collapses on the table in hysterics, laughs so hard she turns pink. Upon recovering, she says, "Now THAT would have given us something to talk about. He's a psychologist. Ohmygod, I can hear him now, expounding on Freud's Oedipal sex theories. Assuming he didn't run away."

Her laughter trails off to giggles. Then: "So, I'm dying to know, how was it? With Merle, I mean." When he hesitates, she says, "Look, don't hold back. If it was better with her than me, I won't be offended."

"Mom, you're both so sensual and sexy, so I can't compare. It was different. She's my sister, you're my mom. The thing is, I'm not sure if I have the energy, emotionally and physically, to sleep with both of you.

She nods. "Well, we can take a hiatus for a while. Do you think you'll be okay, watching me do housework wearing a negligee with no bra or panties, bending and stooping and spreading my legs in front of you?" She thinks his goofy, clueless reaction is so cute. She gives him a reassuring pat on the arm. "Honey, I'm only kidding. I'll curb my seductive ways if that's what you'd like."

"Except when you get horny, you mean. Then you'll get all scented up, put on that sexy red Teddy, come into my room, and that will be it."

She opens her mouth in that unique, sensual way of hers. That alone, under the right conditions, can seduce him. "Well, now that you mention it... Yes, that could happen. And if it does, are you sure you won't have the energy to indulge me?" She starts rubbing his leg. "Huh?"

"You have a point." He can feel his cock press against his underwear. This, after doing Merle twice. "But wouldn't you much rather have a normal relationship? What about Lucas? Any chance there?"

She takes her hand off his leg and leans back in the chair. "Maybe, if he calls me back. The conversation, as I said, was strained. But I'd give it another chance. But what about you, talking about abnormal relationships."

"If I meet the right girl, sure. That said, I can't imagine the sex being more exciting than it is with you and Merle."

She nods. "Yes, for me also, and I suspect for Merle as well. It's like what we've talked about. The taboo aspect of it, the universal naughtiness of it that makes it so exciting. Forbidden fruit, in other words."

"Yep, and like I told Merle, I've got a hot mom AND a hot sister. Both of which I find irresistible."

"Double your pleasure, double your fun, right?"

"Sometimes I feel like the luckiest guy around. Other times, the craziest. It's a weird sort of paradox."

*****

Later in the week, Brad shows just how irresistible he finds Steffi when she steps into his room wearing that red Teddy he had mentioned. He watches as she takes a seat on the edge of the bed and crosses her legs, dangling one of her high heels seductively from her foot.

In a breathy voice, she says, "If you need a break from studying, I'm available. I hope you're horny, because I sure am."

He puts his law books aside. "Mom, with you wearing that, how could I not be?"

He gets up from his desk and says, "Please don't take that off. You look sexier with it on."

"I have no intention of taking it off. Or my panties either. They're crotchless as you can see." She uncrosses her legs, spreads them and runs a finger over the slit. "Brad, I'm so hot right now I could come just doing this. But I'd much rather have you."

"Looking at porn on your phone again, I bet."

She raises her hand. "Guilty as charged. So, can you accommodate me?"

He licks his lips in anticipation. "Right now, I can't NOT accommodate you." He sits next to her on the bed. "Mmm... and you smell great, too."

"All scented up, as you've said."

He doesn't bother to ask what she wants first. He knows all too well, and gets on his knees between her legs, tucks his arms under her luscious thighs and then gives her already wet pussy a ferocious tongue lashing. It doesn't last long--Steffi climaxes in less than a minute, then lays across the bed, arms outstretched, the way some fighters do after being knocked out.

Slowly, she sits up, shakes her head and says, "Ohmygod, I so needed that." Being eye level with Brad's crotch, she has a clear view of the bulge in his old green gym shorts, the ones he now wears just around the house. "It looks like you need something too, big boy." She reaches up, tucks her fingers inside his waistband, then pulls shorts and underwear down to his knees. She then begins to fondle him with her hands and mouth.

Moments later, Brad backs away, steps out of his clothes and says, "I want to come inside you, mom."

Steffi lays back down, this time with her head on the pillow. Brad dips a finger inside her pussy. "Amazing, you're still lubricated."

She picks her head up. "Yes, I sure am. Now make love to me."

And there he is, wedged between his mom's legs, perhaps the most taboo of places to be. And there she is, guiding her son's cock into her hot, wet pussy, perhaps the most taboo of things for a mom to do. No matter, their mutual attraction is real and immediate, unrestrained and unapologetic. There she goes, tugging down her top so Brad can swish his tongue over her breasts and nipples while his loins beat out a steady rhythm and her deliciously erotic scent fills the air he sniffs and breathes. And all the while, his hard-as-a-rock manhood stays hard-as-a-rock until it fills her hot pussy with his hot seed. But no new person will enter the world from these two. She made sure of that.

When she sits up, he kisses her, throws an arm around her and says, "Mom, after that, I don't think I could stick to a no-sex hiatus with you. Not as long as I'm living with you."

"Well, that's good news. Because I'd be going crazy if you did."

*****

There is no hiatus with Merle either; Brad finds he has more "energy" than he thought. "You're the only guy I've ever slept with," she says, "whom I don't mind sharing with another woman. As long as it's just mom."

Steffi is plenty okay with that. "There's something to be said for keeping it in the family," she says. "As long as our dirty little secret stays with us, we'll be okay. The only sort of people who would understand are people like us."

Brad complies. Sure, at times, he's been tempted to tell a friend what's going on. But he knows that the risks of ridicule outweigh any catharsis he might derive. Besides, sex with mom and sis is tapering off. Steffi is becoming involved with Lucas, Merle just met a guy she's "crazy about," and Brad just started dating another pre-law student in a study class they share. It's a return to normalcy for people like them. The question is, for how long?