Journey to Love. Pt. 18

Journey to Love Pt. 18

This post is short in the hope that those who choose to read the longer stories interdispersed with main narrative don't get too frustrated. I broke here before the final say of Truth-telling so I could work on the other components now we all know why the siblings were split up.

Also I know Jack is a character I've created, but I couldn't keep Jack waiting any longer.

I'm working on the second part of Grandpa's story.

Then Debbies story,

then part nineteen of JTL

then the Twin's story.

Finally we can hopefully move toward a wedding.

Thanks for faithfully following.

All characters partaking of sexual activity are onver eighteen years of age.

Journey to Love Pt. 18.

The journey completed, a journey just begun, so are all journeys to love.

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Jack

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Pulling up outside Grandpa's farm farmhouse marked the disappointing end to the journey for Daisy. She bristled in the back of the van longing for the company of the two who had just made passionate love on her fenders. It was not how she envisaged the end of the journey would be. Who am I kidding? She would have felt this if only she was sentient.

I knew I had more family truths to confront. The most threatening was a mother I never knew. A mother who had at the least condoned to disown me, and not try to find me. It took my brave Grandfather to turn back the clock of injustice.

But we weren't brave enough to waltz in there and declare our incestuous relationship. We hid our rings and prayed the ring marks would not be noticed.

Grandpa said I had guts, but I wasn't prepared to be foolhardy. One part of me, the hurt part said fuck her, she deserves that I love my sister beyond acceptable physical norms. The other part of me cried as I wanted my mother back. To love her as a son should. I wanted to know her no matter how much that hurt. The rational side just wanted to know the truth, the story of why. That 'why' I had carried all my life and it was a milestone around my neck. Or perhaps a dead albatross.

Sophie was out of the van in an instant and enjoying a warm loving hug. I was jealous and when it was my turn I was reserved.

"Welcome back son," she said as she accepted my stilted hug.

"Thanks, Deborah."

For some reason, I didn't feel I could say Mum yet. My sister looked at me, tears welled in her eyes. She knew my struggle and read my mind. It was a sadness that she had felt many times in our journey.

"Let's get in and have a cuppa. Then we can chat, and catch up. It must have been difficult getting back so quickly. I'm proud of you both."

The conversation started around practicalities. Mainly Grandpa's health. The Specialist would be in in the morning to talk with Grandpa, Deborah and the Uncles about treatment. The registrar indicated they had found some partial blockages in the arteries in the neck. Apparently, simple surgery could put stents in but it was not without risk. It was possible Grandpa would come home before he had the treatment. He was on blood thinners to reduce the risk of clots again.

"Mum, Jack and I have decided to stay on and help run the farm. We had wanted to do that before this happened. We just wanted to do that while Grandpa could teach us how." Sophie directed the conversation.

I looked at my mother, tears were running down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, that is beautiful, it makes me so happy and proud. I know I can't take back the past Jack. And the past hurts so much. But having you here means we have a chance of moving on."

"Grandpa told us about having a Truth-telling day. I know I'm struggling at the moment to call you mum, I know I did a few times on the trip. Give me time to sort out my conflicted feelings. But can I ask something?"

"Yes, Jack."

"Please just tell me the truth, no matter how shitty it is. I need to know."

"I will. We all will. But I think we should all be here together as a family. Including your uncles. They are an important part of the story also. I hope we may be able to bring Grandpa home tomorrow for the weekend. We should start as soon as he is up to it. He has an important story to tell also."

I looked over the kitchen table at Sophie.

"Are you okay Sophie?"

"Yes, this is just strange. The two people I love most in the world trending carefully, because they don't know each other. It's strange."

"So the journey worked then Sophie?" Mum asked.

"Yes, I know my brother and I love him so much. I'm tired and emotionally drained, but I'm the happiest I have ever been Mum. Jack is unbelievable. An amazing man."

"I can't wait till tomorrow then. Let's get you unpacked and settled in your rooms, I have to be up early."

We went back into the rooms we started in. I was reunited with my gaming console but had absolutely no interest in playing it.

Sophie called me into her room. "Jack look at the stuff I used to wear. I wouldn't be caught dead in it now."

"I heard that Sophie," Mum yelled down the corridor, "I noticed you had a very different look."

Deborah appeared at the door. "Not shy anymore."

"You don't know the half of it, Deborah. I'll show you photos later." I added.

"Good, I was waiting for her to become comfortable with her beautiful body. Well done Jack she would not be that if she was not very comfortable with you."

"One thing I learnt was I don't have to keep everything I'm going to fill one of my suitcases for a charity shop. Look, Jack, I had forgotten how small our Daisy cases were."

She held hers up in comparison to the two she left here.

Deborah left us to it. I called my Sister into my room.

"Come and look at this." I took her to the wall next to my bed.

"Ah, the scene of the crime."

"Yep, but look, see that." I pointed to a dusty brown mark. "It appears I didn't get everything and neither did you."

"Is that some leftover sperm?"

"I think so the stickiness picked up the dust."

Sophie cupped my cock and balls. "Should you try and repeat the feat, Jack? That was some cum."

"I don't know if I could, you keep me so drained these days."

It was nearly midnight.

"How far away is our Mum sleeping?"

"Just down the hall."

"Do we risk it?"

"Not yet, not until she is asleep, but maybe if we wake up in the middle of the night we can pay a visit. I don't want to spend a night not sleeping with you."

"We haven't done that since forever, I don't really want to start now."

"Okay, the first one who wakes, sneaks."

I held Sophie and we kissed passionately.

"Let's do teeth together."

We had trouble separating but eventually sleep invaded our discomfort at not being in each other's arms.

Sophie made it into my room first, the sun was shining early through her window. She slipped into bed with me and after a tender suck of my penis, I woke and we put it to a more intimate use. Both of us satiated we fell asleep in each other's arms.

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Sophie

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It must have been ten AM when we both woke again. I looked at my brother then over at the door. Shit it was wide open, it must have not snibbed properly when I came in. That could only mean Mum would have seen us. Where was she, shit?

I hopped out of bed quickly, I was totally nude.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck we are screwed." I did not want Mum to find out this way. I said the first bit out loud as I pulled at my brother to wake him.

I hastily threw on my PJs that I had removed next to Jack's bed. I raced out to look for Mum. The house was deserted, and her car was missing.

On the kitchen table was a note, wedged between two glasses waiting for the orange juice. And the table was laid for three. I was too scared to read it on my own, so I went back to find my brother.

He was just leaving the bathroom wearing his satin boxers.

"Is she there?"

"No, the house is empty, but she has to know, there is a note."

"What did it say?"

"I haven't read it, can you, I'm too scared."

Jack hugged me. "Morning Sister, lover, wife or whatever we are. Just remember I love you, Grandpa is happy with what we are doing, nothing else matters."

"I'm sorry Jack, Mum matters. Just read it for me will you."

Jack pulled me onto his lap as we sat at the kitchen table and opened the note.

"Good morning darlings. You looked so cute together I didn't want to wake you. It is obvious you two have some things to share at our truth-telling time. Enjoy a quiet morning on the farm. We should be back for lunch, I will bring it with us."

"Cute," I looked at my Brother, "Yeah I agree with that."

"But she doesn't sound angry. Like she..., I don't know what to think, except this all is strange. Weird even. You know her Soph, she is not being sarcastic or something?"

"No Jack she thinks we were cute."

"We were both naked."

"And we had kicked the sheet off us. It was hot last night."

"So our Mum saw us naked?"

"Yes and probably with your sperm running down my thigh, remember you stayed in me once you had cum."

"But we are not dead. This isn't a dream."

"No, I think the adults may have actually wanted...., no that's too strange."

"I'm hungry I think we should eat."

"A boy's stomach responds to nerves. You're right stud. I need to feed my man."

I opened the fridge. "Look Mum left pancake mix for us. Jack, she never does that unless she wants to reward me."

I set about cooking pancakes.

"Do you realise Jack that we haven't cooked for ourselves for so long?"

"Back to normal then. Except I have a sort of wifey."

We ate but I was still a bit nervous, while Jack demolished every pancake I put in front of him.

"How about we shower and then we should explore the farm?"

Tempting as it was, for we showered together, we did not make love. We were dressing when I got a text from Mum.

'Grandpa is coming home, just waiting for his discharge. We will be home by one. Will bring lunch. Your uncles are coming too, they are with me now.'

I showed the text to Jack. Exploring the farm helped to stop us from thinking about what would happen next.

I don't remember much as I was eight when I was here. But there were some strange buildings on this farm. I loved visiting Grandpa on the farm. I led Jack to a brick building that could have been a house but obviously wasn't.

"It had his machines in it. It made noises and stuff. Sometimes I thought he was a mad scientist."

"Well, that could explain the half dozen different types of wind turbines I can see scattered around the place."

We approached the building but it did not have many windows. It did have a big air-conditioning unit attached and large air vents in some walls.

We looked in the main window. There were security bars on it and I could see an alarm system.

"I think Sophie it's a computer room but look, some of those computers are ancient ones. It's like a museum. Maybe a working one looking at those consoles. That would explain the industrial air-conditioning."

"I thought Grandpa was a farmer. Strange."

We heard a moo and wandered over to say hi to Betsy.

"I think someone has milked her this morning Sophie."

"Probably Mum, no one else around to do it. She did grow up on this farm."

The farm sheds were typically farm sheds, except the equipment looked in good nick. Not like that typical array of farm sheds with rusty tools and dust everywhere.

"Notice every spare roof has solar panels, Jack."

"He must believe in climate change and take it seriously. This place must be energy-positive."

"I know you are enjoying all the technology stuff Jack, but I can't help thinking of all the places my big brother could find to fuck me in around here. The options are numerous."

Jack picked me up and was about to carry me to the hay shed when I noticed two cars coming up the drive.

"They're home Jack, put me down."

I rushed to meet my uncles, but I noticed Jack held off once again.

It was fantastic for me being enfolded in the arms of my two Uncles, I loved them so much. But it appeared that Mum had not said anything.

Jack immediately went to Grandpa and helped him out of the car. It was clear Gramps had a leg that was dragging as he walked. I watched my Brother support Grandpa into the house.

Mum came up to the three of us as we watched Jack's care in action.

"I'm so happy it worked out so well Sophie. Now I can't wait to know my own son."

"Yes Mum, but give him space you three, he has a lot of hurts to work through. He really does want to have you all as close family, but he is very bruised by time. The Jack I have come to know and love is fragile and scared right now. But he is a tower of strength and love."

We moved to the house. Mum went back to the car and retrieved lunch. We settled in the lounge while Mum got busy with the food. I sat next to Jack and held his hand. My uncles sprawled at each end of the three-seater. Grandpa was in his recliner.

"Well, what's the news, Grandpa?" Jack asked.

"I have some build-up in my arteries in the neck. They are going to put in two Stents. It's a simple procedure these days but it has some risks."

"When is that going to happen?" I asked.

"Maybe Monday, but if not definitely Tuesday. I can stay home till they call me, so long as I don't do anything on the farm."

Mum called us into lunch, it was a typical excited family gathering. We had only recently just eaten but still, Jack buried himself in what was on his plate. I could see him drowning in his thoughts.

Suddenly he stood up.

"Sorry, this is too much. I've never had family like this, watching you all sharing and loving hurts too much. I'm going to say this now, my Sister and I are lovers and sort of married, I know it's wrong but I can't lie or keep up the pretence. But I do not want to lose the only family I have either."

With that, he slipped back into the lounge room.

The family looked at me. My uncles had big smiles and did a high five.

"What?"

"I think it's time we started the truth-telling. It appears Jack has already begun." Grandpa stated.

"Give me a minute to go and cuddle him. I'll let you know when to come in."

I went into the lounge and found Jack curled up into a ball in the fetal position, sobbing his eyes out. I sat at his head and held him. It reminded me of that time early on in Wagga when he blamed himself for loving me too much.

I talked quietly to him, first about my love for him. Then about what I saw. Jack everyone in there is so happy. Unbelievable I know, but so happy for us, for you, my uncles, correction, your uncles even high-fived each other and they couldn't get the grins off their faces.

Jack stopped his sobs. I could hear him thinking through his body.

"Are you sure?" I lifted his head and looked into his eyes.

"They are happy for us. Unbelievable I know but genuinely happy."

"So my world hasn't imploded."

"No, in fact, I think they have just made our new world and future possible."

Suddenly Jack was up and kissing me, it was deep, passionate and he poured his soul into me through the kiss.

After a few minutes, I pulled back.

"Grandpa wants to start the truth-telling now. Are you up for it?"

"So long as I can cuddle you through it yes. I need you, Sophie."

I was sitting on Jack's lap his arms around me. I wiped his tears on my shirt.

"Ready?"

"Yes, now or never I suppose."

I called them in.

Jack kissed me again as they entered. I think he was testing out the grounds.

"I told you they made a cute couple," Mum said.

"Go for it Jack," Dave said.

Jack looked up at his uncles.

"I know how it feels Jack. But you will hear our story later. Just know watching you two has melted my heart," Rob added.

Grandpa took two leather-bound books down from the shelf. He sat with them on his lap.

"I wrote this one for you Jack, and the family, but particularly for you in the hope you would someday read it, and understand."

He held it up. Embossed on the front in gold was the Title. Grandpa's Story. A tale of love between a Brother and a Sister.

Jack and I sat there stunned.

"Yes, your Grandma Joy, was my Sister. Now I'm going to tell you essentially what I've written here. But I need to say that this contains much more erotic detail than I'm prepared or able to share today."

He chuckled, "I got a bit carried away remembering the spicy events. Mind you, my Joy records it all here," he held up her diary. "She kept a diary at the time, so as I read hers my memories returned on some things I had forgotten about.

"But let me tell my story.

"I was a Spok, or Square Eyes, the word nerd had not been invented in the late nineteen sixties.. "

We listened rapped and were enthralled as Grampa took us through to our mother's birth and then our twin uncles.

We stopped at one point while Mum retrieved some red wine. I was cuddling Jack and my Uncles were cuddling Mum.

(at this point, if you have not read it yet, you might like to read Grandpa's story before you continue here.)

"We love hearing this story," Rob confessed, "there is more to come."

Grandpa continued until he got to the point where it was clear that Mum, Deborah, needed to tell her story.

"So as latter teenagers Jack, we all knew Mum and Dad were brother and sister. We kept it a secret because we did not want the law to step in. We were in the little bubble of seclusion here on this farm. And we all loved it." Dave explained.

"But that will need to wait till tomorrow, how about Dave and I cook our famous pizzas?" Rob cut in.

"I think I need to have a snooze right here. That took it out of me." Grandpa sighed contentedly.

"I think Jack and I might need some alone time."

"Well, I'll help the boys in the kitchen," Mum said to give us space.

I went up and Kissed Grandpa. Jack leant in and hugged him.

"You have no idea how important that was to me, Grandpa," Jack said affectionately.

Grandpa grinned and put his books into Jack's hands. These are for you to keep. Now I think you need to take your sister to her room and give her some love." He winked.

"Grandpa! Ok, good idea."

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Jack

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My sister and I walked up to the bedroom holding each other tight. It was strange because the family knew we were going with the express purpose of making passionate love. What was this family I had been born into but never knew? Grandpa's revelation was surprising but made sense of his commitment to us as young siblings, but what of Mum and her brothers? They sure looked cosy on the couch.

But for me, the burning question was why had my mother given me up. What could have caused such a split between a couple who had obviously been so in love? Of course, this question determined my exile to the West and estrangement from such a loving family.

I clutched the two books to my chest with one hand. We sat on the bed.

"Jack if you don't want to make love just now, or if you want to start reading those books, I understand."

Sophie's innocent offer shook me. "No darling, that can wait until I've heard the rest of the stories. But I'm not sure I can make love with an audience, even if they are not technically in the room."

Sophie giggled, "It didn't stop you in the past."

"I know but that was different. They were friends and this is family."

"I know I get it, it is weird. How about we just strip off and cuddle?" I nodded. "Do you mind if I undress you, Jack?"

"Not at all."

My Sister slowly stripped me and I then stripped her. It was still hot outside but we covered ourselves in a sheet and automatically fell into our baby positions.

"You know Sophie, this is the first time we have gone to bed naked or otherwise that I have been soft, as in real soft."

"I think it speaks to how important this is and how hurt you have been in the past."

"It's been a hard day. Totally surprising in every way. I just want to hold you."

I pulled my body into my Sister's. Naked and not ashamed perhaps for the first time. As in knowing this was totally acceptable to her family. My family, but I had some way to go before that thought would be a natural one.

We whispered sweet thoughts. They were not nothings, but hopes and dreams, ideas and condolences. Memories of our journey, thoughts of a wedding with Grandpa able to attend. Dreads for the unknown. But together.

I don't think we slept. At one point my Sister held me by the cock and balls and my body welcomed her by providing blood in thanks. I in turn held her breasts. Sophie put her head on my heart and my beating heart comforted us both with its life and rhythm, my life blood mixed with tears.

Sophie's phone rang. It was Deborah calling us for Pizza.

We emerged from our cocoon. I was not transformed with new wings, but I was more at peace with the evening.

Rob had laid out a selection of gourmet pizzas. They smelt divine. The meal was served on an outside patio. There was a range of drinks.

"Beer," Dave offered,

"Why not, do you have a Pale Ale?"

"Man after my own heart," Rob commented.

The Uncles gathered around me as we drank.

"I know it's a bit jumping the gun but we feel it's right you know before we get to Debbie's story." Dave started.

"Dave and I are gay partners. We have been together since before you were born." Rob continued.

"Oh, okay, that's cool, so identical twins and gay. Wow. Sorry, my head is spinning a bit. Another sibling pair of lovers in the family then."

"Are you okay with that news?"

"Yes, in fact, how about you both hug me? I have been a bit jealous of the ones Sophie keeps getting from you."

It was a bit awkward at first but it was nice.

"Um Rob and Dave, I don't think Sophie knows this."

"What, surely she does."

"I doubt it I think she would have told me."

"Crap we just assumed, we have known her all our lives and half-lived at her place."

"Sophie darling can you come here?" Rob called.

Dave spoke. "We are so sorry we just shared something really important with Zack because we thought you already knew."

I pulled my Sister into my arms.

"Oh my god, how embarrassing," Rob continued. "Your two uncles are homosexual, like we are gay, we are partners, we have been for a long time."

"What! So you and Dave. Like oh shit."

"We wanted to tell Jack before Debbie's story as it comes out in that."

"Is it a problem?"

"No, of course not, but it is like all the puzzle pieces just dropped into a different picture. Like some stuff suddenly makes sense. The bar?"

"Yes, the bar is a renowned gay bar."

"Fuck." Then she giggled and laughed. "OMG, you two sweeties I love you. Jack our Uncles owns and runs a piano bar in trendy Brunswick Street. I just thought a lot of alternatively gender-aligned people just hung out in that area."

Then she looked at me.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Nothing is going to surprise me tonight. I have two Uncles, I don't give a fuck that they are gay, but I do care that they love each other and I want to get to know them better."

"To Jack," Rob raised his beer in a toast. "One brave and surprising nephew."

"To Jack." Dave, Grandpa and Debbie joined in.

"To Jack and Sophie, may they continue to fuck each other's brains out until death do they part," Dave added.

"Dave!" Mum scolded, "It's love each other passionately and intimately."

"Ok, I meant that." We all laughed and got stuck into the Pizza.

"How are you going, Dad? Do you know think you are up for more storytelling tonight" I heard Mum ask.

"Well I'm not telling it, so I'm happy to listen."

"Sophie told me that Jack is keen to hear the bit that affects him. I think it's better now if we can." Deborah added.

We gathered back in the lounge. Strangely the Uncles still sat on either side of Deborah.

"Ok, you will get a more complete copy of this later but for the sake of tonight I'll summarise the first bit."

My Mum started, though I still mainly thought of her as Deborah, I noticed the others called her Debbie.

"Well, when we grew up on this farm, my little brothers and I had the run of the place. We were the three musketeers, pirates, princesses, everything. We even had a secret lair.

"I was two years older, so as I developed the boys took no notice, but as puberty hit the teenage boys they suddenly did. I think we were about fourteen, well they were when Mum and Dad had the talk. I think the catalyst for the talk was I was beginning to feel romantic about them. They were cute. My friends at school thought so too.

"Anyway, Mum and Dad laid down some rules. First, they shared they were Brother and Sister, but that this had to remain an absolute family secret, as if police found out they could go to prison. Second that loving a brother or sister was ok, nothing to be ashamed of even though the law said it was wrong. But what was wrong was to act on that love in any way until we were eighteen or older.

"Besides they explained, being hormone-driven teenagers was not a good age to make wise judgements. So we swore to them we would behave and keep our activity to ourselves. We all understood that as masturbation. Again nothing to be ashamed of but private, not together.

"It was hard but we stuck to the rules. Part of this was wearing clothes around the farm, which we were in a habit of not doing. All innocent stuff."

( feel free to stop here and wait to read the full unabridged Debbie's story when it comes out, before continuing. )

"As we grew up at school we came to understand the taboos others held about Brothers or Sisters. We could see the dangers.

"Well time passed and I left school to begin working in an office. Mainly PA work. But I secretly loved my brothers and wanted more.

"The twins turned eighteen and with the restrictions lifted we began to experiment. We actually played paper scissors rock to find out who would take my virginity."

"I won," smiled Rob.

"It was cool though because Dave lost his straight after. We shared everything. This went on for a few years. The boys went to uni so it became a holiday thing.

"One Christmas we were making love as a threesome. We often just paired off though. When I noticed something. The boys were bi, I knew that they did stuff together, but it was in that moment it became clear that I was the odd one out. A third wheel. They were actually in love with each other.

"That got me thinking, did I love them as more than brothers? Sure I loved the sex, we all did, but I saw their love and knew I didn't feel it. Not like that.

"So we had a chat. I told them I needed to find the man I loved and pointed out their love for each other. We decided that the sex was too good to pass up but once I found someone I was serious about we would stop. Well, the boys wouldn't but I would stop sleeping with them.

"That happened, I met your Dad, Brad. It was love at first sight, absolutely. I know he is dead now but I still miss him and love him, and I have never been in love since. But I did something foolish."

Mum stood and went over to the mantelpiece. There was the old bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey on the shelf.

"Get the glasses, Rob, I think we all need a drink for this next part."

Suddenly I saw the significance of what Deborah, my mum was going to do. Sophie gasped in my arms.

"Are you sure Mum?"

"Jack, I have kept this bottle in every mantel I've ever slept at. It was to remind myself that I have a Son, and if he had come with me he would be Jack Daniels. Well, today I have my son back. I don't need the bottle but we all need the drink."

"Mum, thanks, I get it. Sophie and I put two and two together some time back, about the bottle. But I still don't know why."

Mum poured the contents equally in all glasses, it was a fair bit of alcohol between six.

"Take a sip and I'll continue. To Jack, welcome back."

"All was good, after a few years Jack was born. We were all happy. Grandma adored you and then Joy came along. Brad was studying engineering in Melbourne but I wasn't coping so well with the two little ones while he was so busy.

"My brothers came over to help with the kids. They were asleep. I was struggling and one thing led to the habits of the past. Next thing we were all in bed together. The boys were double-teaming me when Brad walked in.

"Well, the shit hit the fan. Betrayal is a hard thing. I betrayed Brad. We had a family truth-telling. Mum and Dad shared their stories as well. Brad couldn't cope with knowing that he married into such a den of incestuous lust, to use his words. He asked for a week to think about it."

Mum took a big gulp. I did the same. Tears were streaming down my face.

"Well he came back with a plan, the one we eventually did. He would take you to WA, so he could break the familiar cycle of incest. He was dead against you two

growing up together just in case this happened. Of course, we all disagreed with that.

"But he played his trump card. If we didn't agree, he would report us all to the police and the press if necessary. Hands down he would get full custody, but he would likely put the baby girl up for adoption. Thus keep you separated. Some of us probably would end in gaol. We had to keep the whole thing an absolute secret."

Sophie was now crying sobbing in my arms. We were all a mess.

"Joy and I tried so hard over that time to change his mind. We really liked Brad. I kept popping over to WA. I knew Brad was struggling and eventually regretted his actions but it was too late." Grandpa added. "Eventually he allowed me to pay for your boarding school."

"So there you have it. Jack, I don't blame you if you hate me. But please don't do what your father did and run."

"I can't Mum. I am so in love with my Sister. It's going to be hard, I can see that although you made a dumb mistake, you really had no choice. Dad didn't give you one. I can see that now.

"I loved Dad, he was my Dad. But he was not a model Dad. I know he struggled to bring me up. In a way, I'm pleased he didn't try to bring us both up. Sophie was spared a lot. But worse if she had been adopted."

"Jack, you called me Mum again." Tears running down her face. I stood and took her in my arms. Our hug was warm and unconditional.

"I know and I want to. That will be hard for a bit, but together we can get there."

Sophie spoke as she joined our hug. "Thanks, Mum, wow, this is as much a revelation as it was for Jack. I see now why I had two uncles as Dads, not my Dad. I love my brother so much. I don't ever want to lose him again."

We sat back down. We had a lot to process.

Grandpa took the floor. "We forget that we had weeks and months to process what we just landed in Jack and Sophie's laps. They will need space. The boys will tell their story tomorrow, then I guess I have an operation to go through.

"There is a matter of the inheritance and the money side of things. But the lawyers will deal with that if need be. But I'd like to finish off the truth-telling by explaining what will happen in my will and before I die.

"Grandpa," I interrupted, "we still have to tell our story, our love story, the story of our Journey to Love. And we have pictures."

"Well, not all the pictures Jack."

"Oh yes, we will censor them first."

We all laughed.

"I'm off to bed. You guys chat as long as you need." Grandpa gave us all a hug.

The rest of us stayed up until the small hours we all had questions we wanted to clarify. Eventually, it was time for bed.

"Where are you sleeping Uncles?"

"With your mother of course," Dave said.

"You don't think we stopped do you?" Rob added. We love our sister also. You know the feeling."

"Mum! Oh," I could see the pennies drop in my sister's head.

"I don't think I want to know." I chuckled. "Let's go to bed, Sophie."

This time I was ready to make love. It was raw and passionate. I wanted to let Sophie know I was not going anywhere. This time I had my answers. Sure they would take time to work through.

My naked sister spread her legs in the middle of the bed.

"Take me, Big Brother."

I was rock hard, no foreplay was necessary for either of us. I took my hard dick and rubbed it up and down my lover's slit to lubricate in her juices then plunged home.

"Yes Jack, fuck me hard. Oh god, I love you so much."

"Did you cum the first time you heard me masturbating through that wall?"

"Yes Jack, I imagined your cock but the reality is so much bigger and better."

I took my Sisters's mouth as she took my hard flesh. Connected at both ends my hips thrust in synchronisation with her groans. I felt her hands on my bum, pulling me in with each thrust.

"I love you, Sophie, fuckkkkk, yes forever."

I felt my sister's body arch up under me to meet my thrusts.

"Keep going I'm nearly there. Yes. Fill me, Jack. I want you, I want your baby, shit yes."

That was it I pumped her so hard and full. But I kept going wild with the desire to breed her. Until she came again and my penis spasmed in the pain of nothing more to give.

I collapsed on her and then rolled my sister's limp form onto me.

My fingers sought out the implant beneath the flesh of her inner arm. It was still there.

"Sophie darling, one day this will be gone and I will give you a baby."

"I know darling, but for now just feel the freedom of loving me unconditionally." My sister giggled.

"I love how your body responds though when I ask you to breed me. I know you want it. I know you want to have a family with me. Knowing is enough for now. Thanks".

"I love you, Sophie."

"I love you, Jack."

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