Thin Threads

Thin one

Thin threads

Important: Trigger warning. This story contains mental health issues and a suicide.

This was a stand alone story, but as I wrote the characters from Journey to love appeared. Uninvited but welcomed. So the story is now in the JTL universe and gives you further insights into some of lives post what has already been written in that story. Hopefully no spoilers exist.

But it is able to be read totally independent of the larger body of work.

This is a story of two siblings, who in the midst of tragedy find love in each others arms. Love that brings new life. All persons engaged in sexual activity are over eighteen years of age. While places here are real. The rest is fiction.

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An event that disrupts lives is tragic. It becomes tragedy when it plays out into the fabric of all lives and others hang by the threads of that sad moment.

Scotty and Dot, siblings, found love rekindled when brought back together through a family's tragic event. But did they go all this way for birth or death? The birth of love and hope. But life was held together by thin threads.

Thin threads connect. They join in tenuous manner. Strung between reality and the possible. Serendipitous joining of moments in the continuum of time. Linking past and future. What is and what could be. Hope and pain, love and gain. Threads throughout the universe of life. Each thread, each connection vulnerable. Potential rich, disaster hanging. Threads that hold the sword of Damocles over our very existence.

That thread that joined two mortal beings. The stretch of fertile mucus that shouted warning as our loins parted for the briefest instant before I thrust my sex starved virgin cock into her forbidden being. Tissue rent. The thread of life was waiting to turn passion and idea into form. To weave the thread in an open womb of incestuous making. To bring the warp altogether with a weft of the same thread. To interleave the fluids that tested the thin threads of life.

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Delightful dancing of doped tissue paper. Cobalt blue field to play in the wisps of air. Form with tail tugged the connection between heaven and earth. Kite sailing, soaring, dipping, diving, skilfully played on a thin thread. Pleasure streaks of laughter to cries of 'let me, let me.'

My arms were around her, helping her learn the skill of flight. Fantasies flung to the wind. The ebb and flow of time. Time moved through the years, the skills imparted but then packed up as life demanded. The making of thicker bonds. Adulthood stole playful youth.

Threads were rolled, tissue torn discarded at the top of shelves to be shredded by further time. No heed was taken of the freedom once contained in its colourful playful play of light and wind. Kite forgotten.

So on that crisp autumn day that heralded the Easter holidays, threads brought family back together.

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My sister arrived at our old house just minutes after me. We met in a tentative hug. My hand fell on the strings of the red bikini covered with her loose tank top.

"I aim to get some sun." She lets me know as I withdraw a little from my awkwardness.

"What else are holidays for?"

"You are in my old room. I get the sleep-out."

Moments of chance play into serendipity as I tell her, she has my former space. The sleep-out was more exposed. It was constructed to make use of the wide verandah of this old brick farm house.

"Mum feels you should have the air conditioning and seeing that you are staying longer, why move again?"

"I feel bad."

"Don't, anything for you. Besides Mum uses it as her sewing room now. The place is more feminine with its discarded threads and fabrics cut to suit a different cloth. Much more feminine."

"So not much has changed then? Mum has just spread out."

"You have no idea. But you will see."

"So how is she coping with Dad's passing on?"

"It's been a year, I try to get back regularly. I think she is holding on."

"By a thread?"

"Fuck, by a thousand threads. They are her escape, her way to hang onto life."

Tentatively we move over the threshold. I carry her bag into the house to be greeted by a sobbing mother. Our presence brings forth the grief of loss. Our bodies squashed in her matrimonial embrace tell of the time our absence grew fonder.

She lets us pass to put our bags into the rooms. The sleep-out is accessed by my old room and also from the distant side of the verandah. I look in despair that this room, which was once my haven, my retreat, now overwhelmed by a tsunami of fabric fragments.

"I hope you can find your bed in all this."

"You might find me dead underneath Mum's stack." She giggles.

We move back out to sit upon the couch to find cups of tea ready. Mum has given up on the pot. Now this tradition hangs from a slight string. Fingers grip the tag and the bag disgorges its dust into the now brown water.

Life dangles in that moment. I ignore the horror. We chat about the past months.

"I've sold the farm, but just left this homestead half acre for myself," Mum mutters, embarrassed.

We pause to let that sink in.

"Your father was attached to the farm like an umbilical cord. It was his shortfall and his downfall."

We do not talk of the tragedy of his death. It was too gruesome. The newspapers published reams. But my mind cannot forget. The tractor passed through two paddock fences before it swam in the dam. The hay baler, still attached as if trying to pull it out.

The image of the lack of body, missing for a few days before the family dog was found whimpering upon the third last bail it made on autopilot. The large type of bale. Our father entombed within. They speculated he got caught in twine he was trying to untangle, before he was tangled and dragged in and through the machine with straw. Before being bound with the same twine. Life was hung by that crude green thread.

This was the unspoken grief that we shared in minds' imagery, as we drank that turgid fluid. None of us was there. Mum closest, was protected by her worry and farmers' wives who served cups from her old pot, while husbands searched for him. Perhaps that's why we have tea dust.

"What's in my old room?" My sister asked.

"All of your father's stuff. You both need to sort it out, take what you want, dump the rest."

I wandered to the room and looked in. It was a lot of stuff and a lot of nothing. The remnants of a farmer. Another image crossed my mind. Feed it to that ravenous baler and bind it together as a memorial to a life once lived.

I shuddered at my cruel comic mind that could think of that. But then no better than the depth of depraved dreams I had had of late.

I have moved on. It's been a year.

In my heart, I knew our mother was stuck somewhere between heaven and earth. Her heart was with her love, her veins, like threads, held on to life on earth. She lost herself in fibre. When she died, ironically this house of yarn would probably be bailed in warehouses of secondhand cloth to be recycled.

Mum was quiet, withdrawn, putting together the patchwork of another unneeded quilt. Almost catatonic.

"Let's go for a walk. Enjoy the farm one last time," my sister suggests.

We rose and cuddled close as we walked into the early Easter heat. The tractor and baler stood with old police tape flapping in the breeze. We bypassed that. The hay shed where we played suddenly became a memorial to memories we wanted to avoid. Everywhere we went we saw our Father, who art in heaven.

"I know somewhere we can escape," my sister breathed.

"Our place."

"Yes."

We wandered down to the creek. Fed directly from the hills behind it had not been polluted yet by the excrement of cows.

Our place, where we frolicked as kids. Skinny dipped in innocence. Cooled and talked of childish things. As we grew we avoided it as too intimate. It carried the threat of exposure and things taboo. But now as adults, we don't care. We needed the escape.

A rotted rope hung over the water from a now-dead branch. Another thread whereby we swung and hung in air before dropping into the water's depths, all giggles laughs and bravado.

"Do you want to swim big brother?"

"It is tempting."

"I have my bikini on."

"That's fortunate."

"I miss the innocence of our past."

"I don't have swimmers."

"You have shorts on, or," she hesitates "you could have them off."

"We shall see."

"One way or the other, I shall see."

My sister sheds her top and shorts. Her red bikini is indeed held together by thin threads. One passes right between her butt cheeks to define a heavenly peach. Like a peach, I can make out ultra-fine hairs defining the smoothness of the skin.

This reminder that my sister is now grown and refined, moves as she walks into the water. For a moment that peach is mirrored in the reflection of the pool. My temptation doubled.

"Are you coming in? The water is cool."

My body, now hard, decides for me. I need to keep my shorts on. I take off my shoes and secretly adjust my hardness to where I hoped it would not be seen.

While she is turned, I scurry into the cold and hope the chill will shrink the beast that threatens incestuous longing.

Then we are lost in play. Frolicking in the shallows and depths. Time is transported as we are into innocence. Suddenly we are best friends once again. The trauma and uncertainty of our adolescent years washed away. My sister confident in her red suit cares not that my eyes linger longer over her breast-swollen form. Breasts are hardly contained.

We pause and look into each other's eyes. This is hard, as my eyes want to travel down to the hard nubs that push at the small triangles of red.

"You like my suit I see"

"What's not to like?"

She giggles.

"I mean there is not much to like, nothing to hate."

I feel myself swell in the cool water. We tread water around the moment.

"Go on."

I twist myself into a pretzel of desire.

"I mean it doesn't cover much. Is it the red I like or the flesh I love?"

My sister coughs.

"Shit, did I say that aloud?"

"Just one thing, but we need to get back." She turns and walks, a nymph appearing from the pool of temptation.

"I bought this just for you. I'm glad you like it."

I emerged as she put on her shorts and tugged her top over her wetness.

My liking showed strongly through the clinging fabric of my shorts. I figured if my sister had shown me her near-nakedness dressing in red, she could handle my hard appreciation of her form.

Her eyes followed my groin as I emerged. I heard her sigh, but she said nothing. As we walked back, she had a sparkle in her gait, and in her talk, that was missing when we had escaped the moroseness of the house.

Our holiday could now start on better footing.

"I am going to have first shower if that's alright Sis."

"That's fine I'm going to catch the sun on the verandah while it lasts."

I walk through my old room, now hers, and pull dry clothes from my bag. My sister walks through, holding a towel, still in her damp red bikini. She needs to go this way to get the sun. I pause as she spreads her towel on the hot concrete and lies her body down. As exposed as the red triangles allow. Joined by threads of silk or is it gossamer in the light?

Through the rusted warp and weft of the fly screen coating of my makeshift room, I am held frozen by the moment. My sister's form is sex displayed as if on a stick.

Does she know I have not moved? Can she feel my presence? For I am trapped.

Another drama played out in front of me. A supple movement in the fabric of time on the corner of the flyscreen. A wasp, wearing a banded bikini of red-orange gets momentarily caught in a spider's thread. The Daddy Long Legs is quick to take up the challenge and advances on the struggling form. I watch as the battle ensues. The wasp was trying to sting to save its life. Spider uses her legs to keep away while her abdomen fires threads of gossamer to entrap it further. It is a battle for life. Life held in balance by thin threads, invisible from here, but clearly binding. Who will win? I shiver at the thought.

I find myself caught between this life and death, a vision of my sister now asleep in sunlight. Temptress of my soul reawakened by today. My hardness returned now rampant in my shorts. The spider battle continues. I escape distracted by a thought. We call them Daddy Long Legs but surely all the big ones are female. Dominatrixes that mate and dispose of the male once his job is done.

I think of my sister. Has she cast her web on me? Her words, I bought this for you, ring loud amongst my lust.

I pull myself free, grab a towel and escape to the shower. As I pass through the family room our Mum calls.

"I've made spaghetti for tea. I eat early these days don't be long."

I escape to the shower which I broach cold. My hardness freed from the clinging of my wet shorts and underpants. It does not down, so I turn on the hot.

My hand wraps around my form and provides the stimulus it has longed for since the pool. Mechanical movements simulating sex I've never had. Imagination and memory so fresh of sister's flesh. I scream into the shower head, mouth full of water, as I cum onto the tiles. I did not even need soap. My body convulses in its release, time and time again until spent. I hoped the water muffled my sounds. I had tried to drown myself in a baptism of lust.

Now I use soap to try and scrub away the guilt, to cleanse myself of the sin just committed.

Like I had done many times before, I scooped my hands to gather water to wash the sperm from the tiles. The old shower head is fixed and movable.

I find I did not bring the clean clothes with me so I wrap myself in a towel. But these old towels are small. It requires me to clutch it against exposure. I carefully wander past my mother stitching. Myself without a stitch on.

As I near the door she says, "You remind me of your father at your age."

"Damn, ow." She pricked herself with her needle.

I quickly escape and wonder at her words. Back in the sleep-out, I notice my sister has rolled over. Her back is bare. The red threads that covered her nakedness now lay beside her. The bulge of her breasts is clear. I am trapped once again and I notice the wasp too is trapped and bound, now dangling on a thread. I watch as Mumma spider bends her head to bite between the armour plating delivering the final venom. She will suck him dry once his insides have turned to mush.

My sister moves.

"Dinner is almost ready Sis. Come look at this."

"She pushes up and for a moment her breasts are displayed. She gathers the triangles and presses them to her body. Then stands and walks to me.

I point out the spider and her prey. We watch fascinated for a moment, mainly I watch fascinated by my sister.

"Can you tie these please?"

I realise there is a flyscreen between us, preventing moths from being drawn to the light.

I open the door for her, and both our hands are full. I still clutch my towel. She turns and presents her naked back. I need two hands, so hurriedly tuck the towel back in. Then hope my tenting penis does not appear between its folds.

Her hands hold her breasts in modesty. I take the threads of red and bring them together at her back. Fumbling, I manage to tie a bow. Bows are things that are made to be pulled and released. I'm tempted, but instead I place my hands on her expanse of flesh, that is her back, and rub.

"You know you are beautiful?"

"Only if you think so."

She leans back into me and I realise my towel comes undone in the movement and falls to catch on my hard maleness.

"Fuck, sorry my towel, I need to dress."

I clutch at myself and my sister skips into her room. I'm left, hips bare, bottom naked and genitals still covered by my hands and cloth.

"Don't let me stop you getting dressed."

Now the thing about this sleep-out is it's built against the window of my room. I can see in and my sister can see out.

She moved to her bag and pulled out clothing to cover herself.

I do the same, my hand still hoping the towel is covering enough. But we are both looking. We both know that there is a show to begin, a curtain to be raised.

My sister's hands move to the tiny bows at her hips. She is seductive now. Deliberate and scheming she pulls and those thin threads fall to the sides. The red triangle folds over revealing the fibres sparse upon her mons pubis.

I see her naked as she opens out her legs and pulls the spaghetti thread from between her cheeks. The fabric falls and dangles between thumb and forefinger. Ready to be dunked into the fluid that is now my brain.

I know it's my turn. This time I blow embarrassment to the wind and drop my towel. I watch as my sister's face moves from astonishment to delight.

My hardness, now released, pulses outward, its red hue turning purple with engorgement.

We are both looking. Sis pulls the bow I just tied and she is naked. My eyes see, for the first time in years, her naked form. Her breasts are round and full, her nipples hard set in areolas of darker brown. These are set in white triangles of skin not kissed by sun.

My groan is interrupted, our mother calling

"Dinner is served."

We scurry to put on clothes. Our moment of dalliance with desire brought back to reality by spaghetti threads swimming in sauce sourced from cans. At least the spaghetti's not from a can.

We complement Mum's cooking as you do.

"I'll cook tomorrow for you Mum." My sister puts her hand up.

"That would be lovely pet."

"I'll do a BBQ the next night." I know our Mum won't let me in the kitchen.

After tea, we sit and watch the Tele. Many things we could say are sucked out into the tube of ignorance that plays a life no one lives.

My sister looks at me. We know the futility of an intervention into our mother's head.

"When Mum goes to bed, perhaps we can watch a movie?"

"I'd like that."

Mum's evening soap of Home and Away concludes with yet another thread untied to draw viewers back to tomorrow via yesterday. Anything but the present reality of life unlived.

"I'm off to bed."

"It's early Mum."

"I know, I am asleep by eight these days."

We know she will be up at dawn, so leave her to her routines.

Sis searches among the DVDs. Yes, real old school. Mum and Dad have not upgraded anything in years.

"This was our favourite." She holds up a tape.

We sit on the couch, but it conspires and thrusts us together. The springs have gone and the webbing broken. It creaks and all we can do is cuddle together.

Dad's recliner had been dragged into the room of his stuff, an off-cast with memories, although it was the better one. I'm uncomfortable because I have seen my sister naked.

She is very happy to snuggle in and lean into my shoulder. We know this movie by heart. I think I grew up wishing to be Jim Craig, the Man from Snowy River. My sister wanted to be Jessica. I fell in love with Sigrid who played that role. I dreamt of her often, but each time we watched my traitorous mind replaced her face with my sister's. Even then it was a signal of the love we wanted in life together.

So I got to rewatch my loves conjoined with me on the couch. Music drew its thread through the movie, binding us to the story and the poem. Weaving romance that the poem had for the bush, but not for a girl who was not put into verse.

As we snuggled in, Sis took my arm and drew it over her shoulder to hold it in hers. I can't say when it happened, maybe it was while horse scenes of brumby stallions played. But soon I felt a breast under my palm. My breathing stopped. Fuck, had she put it there or was it me? Either way, I dared not breathe. But felt her nipple harden in my palm. I felt like that black Stallion.

We watched the romance play out on the screen. It was mere allegory compared to the love that plucked the strings in our hearts. I began to breathe again, but my dear sister, now my not-so-innocent sister, rested her hand along my rampant cock. I stopped breathing again.

Sis, then looked up, eyes aflame and smiled. She knew, by god she knew. I sat there and took it. My other hand moved to hold hers in place. This was the permission she needed. She stretched out and lay her head in my lap. Her hand now pretending to be a pillow for her ear. My hand moved to her locks. I ran fingers through her hair, gently. Her hand moved along my length exploring it. Her free hand moved between her thighs and wedged itself into her sex.

It might have been the dirtiest thing I've ever done. My hand on her breast, now feeling her plumpness and squeezing her nipple. Then that famous ride down the mountainside side risking life and limb. We moved in unison with our actions. I reached my climax in my shorts against her ear. My sister, I'm sure, came with me, indicated by her rigid body which was worked by her hand. Then we relaxed.

No words were spoken. My fingers slowly played in her locks and with her ear. Her fingers puddled in the wetness that soaked the fabric barrier of my shorts. I heard her nose breathe in the fragrances of spunk.

The movie came to an end and we stayed stunned as the credits rolled.

"Thanks, big brother, and I mean big. I needed that. Tomorrow night another movie?"

"Wow, I really enjoyed that. But don't you think we are crossing some boundaries?"

"Definitely, but maybe we should chat about that tomorrow." She looked at me and licked the finger that had played in my mess.

"I need a shower, maybe you do too, but perhaps don't join me tonight Bro."

"Fuck that's on the table?"

"Until we decide to take it off."

"Maybe we should skinny dip first."

"Good plan, wind back the clock."

It was then she lifted her head. I felt myself harden again.

I stood and pulled her up. I hugged her.

"Good night. I hope I can sleep." I whispered in her ear.

"Leave that alone for me will you," and she dragged a finger over my cock to make it clear.

I felt like that wasp. Doomed to my fate. But inside I was not complaining, just stunned.

Morning dawns early in the sleep-out. Carolling currawongs, noisy as crap. They start before the sun is up. Maybe they too have morning wood and are really saying, 'I'm horny as crap.'

My wood calls me to have that needed piss. Cautiously I pass through my old room trying not to look at the sleeping form of my sister. Her room is cool. The air conditioning has done its job. The sleep-out is already stiflingly hot for late March.

I return relieved, but cock still cubby. I know what I tried not to see as I passed through. This time I pause at her bed. Sis wears a light loose crop top that flows across the curve of her breasts. Their bulge, full on display, as is one soft nipple.

Fuck, again I'm caught in this thread of lust. I have only seen her nipples hard. Now it sits almost flat in the round shade of the fabric. I wish I were that fabric lightly caressing her with each falling breath.

My eyes move down her smooth body. I notice the button of her belly. Her outy that fascinated me as a boy, as mine went in. A true belly button. Why not name them belly holes? For that's what most had. The umbilical cord of life cut off and retracted. Another thread but lost in the tying.

Her sleeping shorts, very loose, like the top revealed too much and not enough. The folds of her fleshy fabric integrated with the folds of cotton. I wanted to bring my nose close, my tongue closer. My penis, now raging hard, cried 'bugger it with closeness, please enfold me.' My mind wondered whether this is where we would end up. The inevitable conclusion to our growing lust.

But then guilt descended. Here I was, a dirty voyeur to my sister's secrets exposed in the innocence of sleep. Fuck, what a creep, I tell myself and pull myself out from the sticky thread of lust, back into my room.

I fell on my bed. Rampant, I thrust into the mattress. Wanting to hump out my guilt. My hand made its way down to help me take my sin again. But then I stopped. My sister's words, 'leave that alone for me'. Shit, did she want me so drowning in lust that I could not resist? Each thought was full of pregnant possibilities.

My mother entered as she is want to do. She looked at her daughter, took the sheet and covered her indecency. Her tongue clicked her disapproval. I feigned sleep. Through slotted eyes, I watched as she went to the window and watched me. She stopped. What? Was she pervying on me? I was awake, my boxers were low on my body and my butt crack exposed a bit.

Was she thinking of Dad? We always looked alike and yesterday she said as such, as I walked past with my towel clutched. She kept standing, still. She keeps looking. I stayed hard.

I decided to play the devil. It would probably send her running, but perhaps that was best. In my sleep, I rolled onto my back. My turgid penis pushed at the band of my boxers and I felt my crown pop into open air.

I didn't dare look this time, but stayed still, as if sleep had me in its grips. I didn't hear her move. My head was lolled to her side, so eventually I spied through slits. My mother was almost comatose. Riveted to the spot, except one hand which was at her ancient crease. To me she was ancient. Dad's passing had made her so.

I flexed my cock. She groaned. Shit. My cock slipped further out. My mother was getting off on me, I was sure.

"Are you alright Mum?" My sister asked Starling Mum from her stupor. She recovered and turned quickly. Too quickly.

"I was going to wake your Brother up, but he was sleeping like a baby."

I took the opportunity to roll back over. This time muttering as if waking. Mum now beat her hasty retreat with an unnecessarily loud "Breakfast is on the table."

Sis came to the glass and looked out. I turned my head, eyes wide open and winked.

"What was that?"

"I was asking the same. I have morning wood."

"I did ask you to save it."

I rolled back to my back. My cock now almost free.

My sister put her hand down. A younger version of the Mum I just spied, standing with the same thrown hip.

I was on tender hooks. I flexed my muscle in a fucking rhythm. Precum was pouring from my slot. My Sister groans.

"If I say cum, could you?"

I nodded.

"Then cum for me."

That was enough, my penis jettisoned its load up my chest. The second spurt was more powerful, as my body thrust upward against the elastic of the band. This one hit my chin. The third filled my navel. Then my penis just wept tears into my pubic hairs.

"Fuck!" my Sister swore.

I looked around for something to wipe myself with. My sister grasped some undies from her bag and tossed them to me through the door.

"Use these, I want to smell them later."

Hurredly I wiped myself, shuddering at the thought.

"I'm desperate again for a leak." I raced through her room, pushing the sodden white briefs into her face.

"Enjoy."

I then dashed to the toilet. This like many old farm houses was off the back verandah near the kitchen door. Separate from the bathroom. I raced past my Mother, but noted her flushed look.

She knew where I was going. Fortunately, I was not so hard, but flying half-mast. Shit.

Empty, I walked the long way around the verandah to the sleep-out. I don't think I thought about it much as to why, but it meant I saw into my old room from the verandah. The morning light, still low, shone a light on my sister, naked in the sunbeams that populated the dust that hung in the still air. Her hand held those white panties to her nose, her mouth sucked on my sperm and her other hand had fingers buried in her centre.

Once again I was caught in the moment of lust drawn in by what I saw. This time it was through two fly screens and glass. It was only the direct sunlight that allowed me to see. I moved to the outer door. But moved again to find a better angle. I dared not enter as that old door squeaked. I needed to oil it and soon.

Now voyeur instead of voyeured on. Or is it voyeee? As I mused my sister took her pleasure up a notch. In my new position, I spied another spider. Black with spherical abdomen. Static it rested. Across its back was a bright red splash. Not a black widow. In our country the more dangerous Redback Spider. She waited for insects to find her web. Her babies were waiting still cocooned in a sack of woven white. Incubation chambers suspended on those thin threads. She would end up eating most of them when they hatched. At least all the males. Males did not have the red, which is why you don't see them often.

I almost missed the ending of the show. It was only my Sister's high-pitched squeak that alerted me to her climax.

She wiped herself on the same panties.

"Thanks, Bro, I needed that."

I realised she had seen me. I entered the sleepout. Now again hard, tenting my shorts.

"Mum said breakfast is on the table we should get dressed."

My Sister put on her red number once more with a loose top and shorts and I put on my board shorts and a singlet top. Dad always wore a blue singlet when he worked the farm. I hope this was not too cruel for my mum.

Together we went to breakfast. Our mother had returned to her sullied pale complexion.

I think it might have been guilt, for her head was down. She hadn't bothered with a bra today. Her matronly breasts hung flatted on her chest, only taking form when she leant forward.

My sister raised an eyebrow.

"Where did you go yesterday pets?"

"We just walked around."

"Be careful swimming in the dams." She knew we used to. "You have your swimmers on."

"They are not our dams now Mum," I state the hard truth.

"Well put a sprinkler on the lawn. It needs a good water."

"Great idea Mum." Sophie sounded enthusiastic.

"The patch outside the kitchen window needs a good drink."

"I guess we could do that for you."

"Before the afternoon sun burns the grass. That's how I kept you two busy in the summer holidays."

In my mind, I was sure she wanted to see me frolic. The adult body being innocent, so she could watch.

I winked at my sister and she giggled.

"What was funny?"

"Just the thought of adults, all grown up, under a sprinkler," I answer.

Sis looked longingly at me. Mum, I felt, looked longingly at me. I looked longingly into the remainder of the stale Wheet-bix in my bowl. Sugar helped me consume them.

"Tomorrow I will shop Mum. I need new Wheet-bix."

I slid the empty carton in front of my sister. The best-before date was stamped for my fifteenth year. She read the date in horror.

I gave up that cereal at that age. I used to have twelve at a sitting. Mum remembered but apologised that there were only nine left. I slogged through those stale bricks in loyalty to her current frailty.

My Sister ate toast and jam. At least the bread was fresh, if only fit for toasting.

After breakfast, we frolicked as suggested. Two adult children were transported under a sprinkler. We played tag, jumping through. Chased each other with the sprinkler. Mum watched, still, unmoving from the window. Transported to another time perhaps. Or worse pleasured by our play in a sexual way.

Things got saucier as we went on. A breast popped out uninvited, but very much welcomed. I laughed as my sister pretended she was young. Not long after she pantsed me. Rolling in the wet grass laughing at my bare white tush. My penis is still covered but close.

I chased her as I pulled up my strides. I plunged to do the same and missed. My penis smashing into damp turf.

"Fuck that hurt."

"Truce?"

"Truce."

She dove again and managed to reveal my cock.

"Not fair, I cried truce."

"Someone always fires the last shot."

I quickly straddled her. My back to the voyeur's window. I pinned my sister down. She had a close-up view of my red sore crown staring back at her.

"Ok give."

I relaxed but still on guard. Still sitting on her. My knees on her arms, breasts pressed against my thighs but boobs free to wobble in the red bikini.

"I seem to think this is why we stopped playing around," I say.

"Yes, too embarrassing, for both of us. It was a truce that has lasted until now."

"It's why nothing happened till now."

"Mum was watching back then, just so you know. She had a talk with me. I also got my period soon after."

"I did miss this. I lost our innocent friendship at that time. That's when we became aloof siblings."

"But you always looked out for me. A true big brother."

"So did you ever lose your virginity," I whispered.

"No. I couldn't bring myself to love anyone enough."

"And you?"

"Same here."

"We are sort of stuck."

"That could be seen as a metaphor. Is Mum still looking?"

"Yes."

"Well here is what we will do. I will bolt for the house, you grab the sprinkler and chase. I'll get to the sleep-out. You give up and turn off the hose.

So we became unstuck. Except I didn't have a towel. My hard-on, covered by my run around the verandah. Mum came out of the back door with two towels.

"You forgot these." She hands them out to my sister.

"Where is your Brother?"

"He disappeared around the verandah."

I decided to find the sun on that side and sunbake in it. My Sister dried herself and followed around with a towel to find me.

She joined me in the baking. But unlike yesterday it was as if we were eleven and twelve. We simply chatted.

"You know it's maybe seventeen years ago we last did this." I start the conversation.

"Strange really. It's nice. Innocence bears no guilt."

"Nor lust."

"Would you turn back time?"

"Not really, we both have lives away from here. I don't wish to repeat all my long list of mistakes."

"Except I wish now we were closer. I sort of don't want this, whatever this is so stop. Not like last time."

"It doesn't have to," my Sister suggested.

"We should do something about our virginities."

"Probably. Those pacts, if not lost it by..., then why the hell not?"

"I think I'm past that... but I also think we should shop. God knows what we will eat tomorrow if we don't."

"Or what I'll cook tonight."

"Well, if we go now we can have lunch in town, and maybe get back for that swim."

We went back to the rooms to change for town. I put on trousers that had pockets, Sis wore a dress, a yellow sun dress with square straps and a horizontal bodice that passed along her breast. It was somewhat form-fitted so her breasts pushed up like old-time barmaids. Hers weren't that big. Maybe C cups.

We walked through the kitchen to tell Mum we were going to Town to get food and would have lunch there.

"Shouldn't you be wearing a bra darling?"

"You aren't today. This is decent."

Mum flushes, I wonder if she dressed that way just for her son. It shut her up anyway.

But the time we get to the cars Sis's nipples are hard.

"We are taking yours, Bro."

"I hope you have panties under that, I don't want my seats getting stained."

"That's for me to know and you to clean up."

"Cheeky."

In town we find things stifling. It is a small town and we are known. Some people cross the street when they see us to avoid conversation. They know of course of our father's gruesome and untimely death. They clearly don't want to confound us with their awkwardness. I understand, but it hurts from people we once went to school with.

We come across the local Rag's office. It is a rag. Old clips of their witty headlines are pasted in the window. Not just our misfortune, but others. Among them, we read. Missing Farmer Found Baled Up. Tragic Accident: Dog on Tuckerbox Moment. Is it possible to survive encased in straw?: The inside story. The straw that broke the farmers' back.

"No wonder Mum had become a recluse. Let's go shop elsewhere," I suggest.

"I agree, I can't imagine dining here. It means an extra forty-minute drive but worth the effort."

"We should stock up on things mum can eat and not go off. How does she cope shopping in Town?"

"Perhaps we need to see her move to a retirement village or something, get her out of the memories."

"It will be hard, she has been tied to this community all her life."

"Today she was perving on you big brother."

"I know, I wasn't asleep. I rolled over in the hope of scaring her off. She stayed and looked."

"You do remind me of Dad, not that I have seen his... no wait a minute, there was a time I saw them... making love. It was fleeting, no, in truth I stayed and watched. But the image of Dad's cock was fleeting and rapid as it thrust in and out. I had expunged that from my memory."

We pause to reflect.

"They loved each other, it was passionate and intimate."

"So perhaps she sees me as a memory held dear."

"Well you have successfully embedded yourself in my memories this holiday and we have only just started. I am not surprised."

"So 'This'. What is it?"

"I don't know yet. Lust yes, but..." she paused. "I just got very damp. Sorry about your seat."

"But..."

"I have always looked up to you. My earliest fantasies were of you. I have not found a boy I want to give this bodacious bod to that is worthy in the comparison."

"So it's a crush?"

"A crush lasts but a short time by definition. This is much more than a crush. You?"

"So 'this' is not exactly an accident."

"No, I wanted to find out if it was possible, or just my girlish fantasy. I need to move on with life if it is. I'm holding on to hope, no matter how tenuous the thread."

"So you bought the red bikini to help."

"It did didn't it?"

"Too much."

"You? You haven't answered."

There is silence for a while as I get my feelings straight.

"Before you mean?"

"Yes, regards the life we have lived together till now. My crush has been that long. Wait on, it's not a crush, it is longing and almost worship."

"Ok, I get it. Yes, I have that longing, lusting, pubescent, dreaming, fantasising, probably as long. But I am your big Brother. My role is to protect you. Which I would do to the death. To enact is to abdicate. Better I was born a random man than a Brother.

"As a man would you have me?"

"As a man, I would have had you years ago. I'm pushing thirty. I wanted kids by now. As a Brother you are unattainable."

"Yet you attained me years ago."

"I attained you at your birth. That does not extrapolate."

"Have you seen a heart dissected Bro? It is pure muscle except for the valves. These are thin membranes held in place by tiny threads the heart tugs on to pump the blood."

"They set my heart racing I know that."

"I do? Or is it the threads that bind us?"

"Two ropes joined at the top, will fall back together and twist themselves if left hanging, no matter how far apart the other ends are held. It only requires that they be let go."

"Very philosophical of you Bro. So after this, we can go to the corners of the globe, but if we let go the inevitable happens."

"So a brother tries to build the distance, it might not work if the ropes are brought back together by another tragedy."

"Or simply a family birthday."

"The question is are we bound at the top. Our adolescence sort of says we are. The sprinkler today demonstrates that childhood bound us, then the estrangement that separated us, as we found ourselves and our changing bodies of puberty hard to reconcile.

"And our lusts. Have you ever masturbated without thinking of me?"

"It is hard. But then I guess I do always think of you, because I resort to 'step-sibling' incest like all the time. I always look at the participants to check their facial similarities. I hate the neck down only shoots although these are more likely to contain actual siblings."

"I can always tell by the connections."

"You watch them too?"

"Avidly, but mainly I read erotic slow-burn sibling stories."

"Fuck I hadn't thought to read those."

"On our way home I'll read a favourite to you as you drive. I know you can't read and drive, or be in any passenger seat."

"Fuck are you trying to prime me up. Trap me."

"Said the fly to the spider. I think I caught you years ago, Bro."

"I admit more than a crush. But the question remains should we cross the line?" I ask her concerned.

"That line is like that sign you are now entering the city of... It's arbitrary. Here it's even two kilometres out. But we crossed it without blinking without seeing the evidence of a city. See as we crest this hill we are entrapped in its complexities."

I pull up outside a Thai restaurant that I know has sectioned cushion seating.

"I want us to feel like we are not at a cafe eating farmer food. Somewhere I can pretend it's exotic. "

"And erotic."

"One night in Bangkok."

We ate our meal erotically. We flirted the whole time. We fed each other. We hinted. Touches touch of hand, wipe of partner's dribbled laska.

A woman was eating alone, opposite. She watched like Mum was watching. We were not too dissimilar, but that siblinghood was on our faces. Like the porn we talked about, she searched out our faces for clues.

We were unknown in this city, at least we thought.

Although discrete we were her lunchtime entertainment. We played up to her, as one would do in a play. Touched here. A hand finding hardness in a lap. A foot using the seating as an excuse for a toe massage. All the while seductively slipping morsels into each other's mouths.

When it was clear we were nearly finished she stood and wandered our way. She handed me a card. It was simple, it said Melinda and Ted Accomodation Cumnock, and a phone number.

"We run a B&& but offer it gratis to sibling couples that want a place to escape to, outside of prying eyes. No questions, no expectation. Just space. Ring if you want to find out more."

"Thanks, My Brother and I might take you up on that."

She smiled at us knowingly. Then turned and walked out?

"Well, that would be a waste if we weren't siblings. Pity Sis."

"Pity for what?"

"Pity to waste it."

"I'll keep it safe then." I took it and added a photograph of it to my phone as well.

The card twirled in my sister's hand. It was like the card held the sum total of our passion and had made up two minds with its unspoken simplicity.

"So does this mean...?"

I was hanging on the space. Silence ran throbbing through the blood vessels in my temple. Suddenly my heart rate was up and my excitement palpable. I was in a world of the chemical possibility of which I had only dreamed. The card made it real. The card made it so.

"Serendipity brother, or thin thread?"

"Can I choose both?"

"Only if I'm part of that choice."

"You are the only choice, let's go. We need to shop."

"That was worth missing our swim over."

"Maybe not. Missing that is. Mum eats at five. Daylight savings are still on until next weekend. We can leave Mum with her soap and still make the creek."

"Yes." Sis does a fist pump.

On the way home my sister opens up her phone.

"I'm reading you a story. It's an author I've just discovered. I'm going to read the first story in a series that is quite long. Maybe if you like it I can read to you as we holiday. It's called Journey To Love. His handle is KoraKuros. Makes sense as it is integral to another story he has written. It's a slow-burning sibling story.

She started reading. I was hooked, almost from the start. We got home and I was hard all the way. Almost.

Hold that in Bro, maybe at the swimming hole we can help each other.

Mum greeted us, still in a haze and staggered by the food we bought in. We had a pre-made lasagna for tea which my sister put on straight away. It was served by five.

I explained to Mum we were going for a walk after dinner. While she watched her soap and she would see us in the morning. Don't wait up.

I took a knapsack with two towels, a small picnic blanket, oh and wine and plastic flutes. I also packed two large torches in case the night beat us home. Yeah and bug spray. I was hoping for a lot of bare skin.

It was still hot but not stifling. The crickets sang their last choruses before going dormant for the coming winter. We disturbed a wallaby at drink. It was nice in the later light. The pool was still and mirror-finished. The old gum tree creaked as it shed the last of its season's bark.

"We should skinny-dip Bro. We have been nude together already."

Slowly we shed our outer layers in tacit agreement and hand in hand walked into the cool. It took a bit to acclimate to the temperature, but as in many evenings, the water became warmer than the air on our wet skin.

"Are you alright if we hug?" I asked.

"Yes, but finish with a kiss. We have not done that yet."

"A kiss will unlock the passion of our hearts. Are we ready?"

"You won't get me kissing this before I get a real kiss." She grabbed my semi-inflated cock.

"Fair call," I turned her to me and she kissed me. A sisterly kiss. Then giggled at my reaction.

"Um not that sort of kiss, we have done that many times."

I came closer, leaning in to kiss. Our eyes locked and the desire flowed. The gap reduced further. I took control, or the magnetism that tensioned between us did, and took my sister's lips in passion.

With passion, our bodies pressed together as electricity passed from lips to brain, lips to heart, lips to groins. Time suspended as we took our souls on a dance. Our tongues joined in, and our hands followed the lead.

My sister lifted herself so her legs, suspended by the water, wrapped around my torso. I moved us slightly deeper so only our heads were not submerged. Her arms around my neck, my hands on her round lush bottom. My now very hard cock was pressed against her folds. My Sister shuddered. We continued as she went limp.

We parted.

"I came then, Brother."

"I thought something happened."

"I want to leave our virginity for a bed. But now I want to suck you off."

"I've never had oral. But then, I've never had a kiss like that."

"You haven't tongue kissed?"

"Yes, but it was swapping spit. Nothing compares with what just happened. This cock has been hard most of the day, now it's torture. My balls are aching."

"How or where do we do this? I will need the how. Only seen it, never done it. My mouth is a cock virgin also."

There was a rock I used to sit on, that took my bum but left my groin out of the water. I moved my sister to it.

"Can you stand?"

She did, her breasts were exposed. I shimmied my butt up and sat.

"Perfect height Big Brother. You were not wrong, you are hard."

Lovingly my sexy Sister cradled my penis to her breasts and sought another kiss. I could just bend down to take her lips in mine. Sparked flew again a along with groans. She pushed me backwards so she could explore my organ unobstructed.

I watched as she was fascinated. She played with my foreskin a while pulling it up and down over my crown.

"If I had one of these I would play with it all the time."

"Much like I think about your breasts then?"

"Oh, I play with them a bit too."

"I think I get a trans person who wants tits."

"The ones I know sort of don't like their dicks that much. It depends."

My penis started to produce precum. It beaded on the top.

Sis came closer and smelt.

"Taste it, it's different to cum. If Cum tasted like that, guys would always get their cocks sucked willingly."

Her tongue poked out and delicately scooped the drop from my cock. I was dying inside from desire. Fuck that was erotic. I watched as she swished it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth.

"It's sweet and slippery as fuck. Not sure, can you give me more?"

"Here I'll show you, then you can do it. But don't waste it, eventually it runs out. Precum is like gold compared to the silver sperm, Supply and demand. In this case not much supply."

I put my hand to my cock and brought my stiff index finger up the underside toward the head, then squeezed the soft spongy flesh to make it give more. Quite a bit came out.

"Put some on your tongue, but use most to feel my helmet with your fingers."

Delicate fingers swirled the juices on my cock head.

"Fuck intense."

"Such Fun. I feel like Miranda with her chocolate penises."

Suddenly her mouth engulfed me and her tongue did as her fingers, it played.

I stiffened my legs as I lay back.

"Fuck, I've seen it on porn but, wow."

Sis pulled off. "Are you going to cum?"

"Not yet just enjoying the erotic torture."

"Well then, I'll torture you some more."

Naturally, her hand found some rhythm with her tongue as she took up the action of simulating sex.

"Imagine your mouth is your vagina." I started a commentary and she groaned. Her mouth added vibrations to my flesh. This cock is yours but it has only just penetrated your virgin hole. Now comfortable with its soft top and stiff stem you want it deeper. Like your vagina, your mouth is giving fluids to my penetration. Gentle in and outs. That's it suck in, pull out. Seesawing the sensations in your love tunnel. Your mouth makes love not just fucking, savouring, enjoying. But you want it further in. You push against your lover signalling for him to push. Yes like that."

I started gently clenching my butt, which pushed my cock further. I could feel the back of her throat.

"For now that is enough, you know he could go further but that might bring discomfort. Your lover groans. You groan."

"I might cum soon," I interrupt the commentary with an announcement. Her hand moves to my balls and cups them holding my seed factory and feels them move in the sack.

Then she lets her mouth lose in rapid action.

"Yes, fuck, god, yes, cummming, quick decide where you want it."

She pushed deep and I came into the back of her mouth. Bravely she took each spurt in her stride. I could feel my Sister cum with me. Her other hand was wedged between her legs.

Sexily she swallowed and I was a spent man.

"I can't believe you have not sucked a dick. That was awesome."

"I can't believe no one has done that to you. Your cock is awesome."

I slithered into the water and I kissed her.

Fuck it I thought, she took the load, I should not be afraid of the taste. We kissed for hours. Well, time stood still, so of course we did.

The sun hung low through the gum trees. Beams of light faded the shadows of the branches.

"We should go home."

"Yes, we should. But one day make love to me under the stars."

"So we are going that far. Good."

We emerged wet, the air now cold. Like kids, we looked at each other as we dried and dressed. Fascinated by what had always been hidden, now so new. Forbidden then, tempting now. I stiffened up at the sight of my sister as she put on clothes but left her panties off.

The red bikini, not used, spilled its thin ties from the bag as if to ask, Did you forget me? How dare you do that nude? I might not cover much but I am the seductress of temptation.

We wandered back with our torches on, but the beams were ineffectual in the twilight. Hand in hand, an unspoken gesture of togetherness. So tomorrow Bro?

"We need to deal with Dad's stuff. Maybe most could just go to landfill. I don't think the locals will want to scavenge any of it."

"Do you think Mum will cope with it?"

"Probably not."

"I wonder if the old truck is still ours. I'll check. If not, if it's been bought by Bill next door. I will go see him and ask to borrow it."

"Maybe it would be best to get Mum out of the house."

"She needs a haircut, but I'm not feeding her to the gossiping local lions. I'll need to go to the smoke."

"Perhaps you take her out for the afternoon. I'm cooking that night so long as you're back before the soap."

"I would like that. Should I get a wax?"

I stared.

"Down there."

"Oh? If you like. It might take you back to look prepubescent."

"Is that a turn on?"

"Well, I would like to lick you to death, not hairs. But maybe leave a cute mons patch to show your twenty-seven years."

Quietly we entered the house and settled in front of the TV. Sis found Summer Holiday with Cliff. We needed something cheerful and romantic.

Soon we were singing all the songs together. At one time we got up and acted out certain parts pretending the couch was a bus. Weird I know, but we did this as kids. No wonder we fell in love back then. Happiness and play acting destroyed our barriers.

We went to bed with no plans to take our sexuality further that night. Content with where we landed at the end of the day.

I woke in the darkness of very early morn. A bird, a single bird, sang lyrically of the coming day. Of all the song birds this one was Pavarotti. I listened but soon my need to urinate forced me from the bed. I didn't want to go through my sister's room. I decided to go via the verandah.

A light from Mother's room cast its beams onto the verandah. I stopped and saw her naked, sagging, and tired body in the mirror of the old wardrobe. She was dressing for the day. I backed away. I have no desire to spy on her. It was in fact a sad and poignant moment. Her nakedness brought no real hope, just hopelessness.

I decided the trees could take my bladder full and wandered over the cold damp grass. In a month that would be frost.

The Butcher bird, the source of that delightful song was feasting on the early worms, flitting back and forth to its convenient perch. I watched mesmerised.

Then it spied a moth, a very large moth, perhaps a Bogon moth, struggling to flip itself inside a planter pot. The bird became excited and flew toward his prey. Perching on the edge, it pecked through the dead foliage of the long-gone plant. The plants' parched branches shook as the madman shook the dead geranium. It's hard to kill a geranium. The moth, drawn to the light, had stunned itself on the window pane, before falling to be the feast. Triumphant the bird took off toward its perch, before throwing back his head and swallowing the moth into its gullet. An efficient butcher of a bird.

My feet now cold I sought the warmth of bed. The veranda door creaked as I entered. I lay and recalled my sister's mouth upon my cock and its blood filled quickly. My hand rubbed the satin of my boxes trying to emulate the feels of her wet tongue.

Dawn makes one aware of sound. The presence of someone on the veranda. Footsteps on parched weather-boards, weathered and un-oiled. They stopped and dawn light revealed my prone body in the shadows. My cock hard, me hand working satin around it's form. The voyeur was back. Did she see me lying there or was it Dad? Again I could not resist but shucked those boxers. Was I an exhibitionist? My excitement certainly grew.

At first I slowly stroked myself, making sure that I was ripe to catch the intruder on my privacy. I heard the old moth flutter as it drew close to the fly wire. I wondered if my sister was awake. Was she like yesterday part part-dressed? I used this imagery for my handy work. Mind full but also heedless of my observer I slowly stood to look through the window at my sister. The observed observing in a perverse parody of life. Fortune struck because my darling sister had been sleeping nude.

I observed her form, the form of my dreams. All the imaginings of puberty to this thirty-year-old virgin lay bare before me. I knew her body was mine, just waiting for the moment. Waiting for the taking. Waiting for the mutual moment of shared bliss. Waiting for the drought to break so seed could be sown.

In that moment a ray broke through to light my sister's heavenly body. Chiaroscuro of a painting by Rembrandt. Or perhaps the lady Ophelia. No Juliet in the tomb waiting in sleep for Romeo.

Her eyelids fluttered. She saw me there.

"Cum for me Brother dearest," She whispered.

I did.

A gasp behind me signalled our sacred act did not go unnoticed. Footprints retreated less carefully than before.

Tragedy averted for now.

My sister stood on the other side of the glass. Nude together, our palms reached out and touched behind the transparent wall. My sperm ran down its smooth but dusty surface. My little sister traced its moving path toward the sill. It was erotic to the last.

Disturbed. There was loud clashing of pans in the kitchen. I don't think she knows what to think. She wants to stop us but she desires her desires more.

"She sounds angry."

"But with herself."

We dress.

We heard sobs, heart-wrenching.

My sister leads the way.

Our mother slumped in uncontrollable grief and sobs.

Between the sobs, I make out short phrases. "I miss him. God, I miss him. I'm seeing him everywhere. I can't get him out of my mind." My sister lays an arm around her but shakes her head no, as I approach. I retreat in relief.

I walk out to the back verandah. In the quiet, I tell myself off for going too far. I'm sure my physical body has been the trigger.

My sister suggested a trip to the hairdresser's. In the city. I can hear all their conversation from where I sit.

"I would like that. I can't go to the one in town."

"How about we have a girls' day out?"

She nods, stands and wipes her tears on her apron.

Silently she goes back to preparing breakfast. I get twelve fresh Weet-bix this morning. Far too many, so I secret some of the sog away when I can. Perhaps she needs a dog. But this is, or was a farm. The only dog is an outside dog in farmers' books.

Once they go, I ring up Bill. He offers to lend a hand. I keep an eye out for things we might want to keep. It was not much. Dad was a simple man who wanted for nothing. These things I moved to a shed for Sis to go over also. But I am brutal and Bill understands.

"You don't mind Mum selling me the farm?"

"No, not at all it was a relief."

"Did you buy the plant?"

"Well, most of it?"

"The tractor?"

"I'm not silly, besides the coroner has embargoed it for now. It was a WHS incident. Workplace death. We got into trouble for dragging the blessed thing out of the dam. But we expected to find his body inside. Sorry, that problem is yours. I doubt any local will take it. We are all spooked."

It is afternoon before we finish.

"Can I put the truck at yours till the morning. I will miss the tip by now."

"Sure thing."

I thank him back at his. He offers a beer but I decline. The others should be home soon and I have a BBQ to clean. He drops me home.

"Your Mum's not doing well."

"We have found that out. We will try and find a retirement place."

"She should have enough for that. I paid market price. I couldn't do otherwise for your Dad, he was my mate. You look like him you know. Spitting image when he and the Misses moved onto the place."

"Yeah, I know."

"Bloody good farmer too. The place was well looked after, the pasture good."

"ThanksBill, I'll see you in the morning. We will be staying a few weeks."

"Hooroo."

The girls arrived home giggling. The trip had certainly done Mum some good.

"Love the haircuts."

They both spun for me. They sort of had matching bobs except Mum's hair was sparse and grey.

"She wanted the same as I had. I think it made decisions easier."

It made me uneasy. I wondered if life was becoming vicarious. Mum is living through her son's and daughter's actions.

I turned my attention to cooking the steaks. Mum went into to do the salads, only to find them done. She appeared at the back window. Watching. Sis came up and tweaked my butt. I threatened her with the tongs.

She then leaned in to my ear.

"I got that wax."

I groan. "Dessert tonight then."

"Yes please."

Suddenly the steaks got boring. But I knew I needed protein for my blood and muscles. I was pumped. Mum was old school and liked hers overdone. We two liked our juicy and spilling blood.

It reminded me of something.

"Sis, when we, you know, the first time. Um, will there be blood?"

"In this thing," she grabbed my dick, "I hope so. But the truth is I don't know. Maybe."

"You know Mum can see."

"I think she likes to see."

We talked in whispers as we knew the kitchen heard everything. At one stage the gossip of the district was heard over cups of tea. But now that had dried up.

We ate in time for the soap, and Mum disappears. We wash up. My sister is excited.

"Without hairs, the fluid has no sponge."

I looked to see her dribbling down her inner thigh. She grabbed the sponge off the sink and wiped her leg with it. Done, we scurry to the bedroom. We know our mother is busy for thirty more minutes.

"I want to show you."

Sis pushes me on the bed. Then slowly strips. She leaves the waxing until last. Surprised for she had panties on, but they are soaked. She drops them on my face. Her hand has taken their place.

"Fuck!" I groan through her ripeness, desperate to taste the source.

Slowly she does a teasing hand tease like the song, Keep Your Hat On. Finally, all is revealed. My sister stands, as young as I imagined, all her lips are bare and swollen. Clit is already out. Her small tuft of hair on her mons pubis is discreet and thin. Something in the grooming gets me hard.

She turns and bends to her toes, pulls apart her cheeks and says, "Look no hairs."

I go to sit up. But she pushes me down. Suddenly my pants are off. My hardness smashes north.

"Someone is musky today," as she smells.

"Sorry forgot to shower after all my hard work."

"Good, I like to smell a man not soap."

I still have the apron on.

"Leave it on."

She straddles me and tugs my T-shirt up and over my head through the thin threads that held the protection of the apron. She recovers my sex with its fabric and moves up my body. Her sex now clearly displayed her knees resting on my shoulders.

What do you think?

There are no words. Her skin is still pink from the wax. Her hair is so sexy. Like a young pubescent girl's.

"They look like they have just sprouted."

She giggled, "It's called a fade. Some thickness was lasered out. The rest was cut like a fade."

I pulled her to my mouth by her butt. My tongue caught the dribbles on her thighs, until I had no choice but to me have intimate contact with her lips. There could be no foreplay for the oral. My tongue was ravishing directly at the source. My nose pushed into her clitoris. She came, and came hard. She held my head there and I almost drowned in her juices. She rode me into ecstasy and beyond.

Finally, she backed up.

"God I needed that, next time, you can take your time. Show me your love tongue."

My hardest was cruelly testing the thick cotton of the apron. My face and hair were soaked.

"I need a shower."

The music for the end of the soap was playing.

"Give Mum a minute to brush her teeth. But I dare you to walk to the shower wearing only the apron."

"That might be too much for Mum".

"If Mum is in her right mind she will tell you off."

"If not, is that not cruel?"

"She said, in the car, she saw Dad this morning. She was worried because he was naked. It's why she had a wax, to make herself look young and sexy."

"What the fuck!"

"It's time to go," and she pushed me to the door.

I was as hard as fuck and my cock led the way. My naked tush got a sharp slap. Mum was coming out, she paused in the hall. As I walked past I felt a pinch on my bum. I turned at the bathroom door. My sister was starkers leaning on my door. Mum leaned on the other side in symmetry.

"I always like Dad's bottom. I see you do too." Mum giggled.

"Mum that's not Dad! That's your Son!"

Having heard enough, I slipped into the bathroom. I was told later Mum just sighed 'oh well,' and walked dazed to her room. Reality hangs on a moment and at times is hard to get a grip on.

I stood in front of the mirror. My hair, like my sister's, is dark but not black, more rich than seventy per cent Lindt chocolate. In comparison, I was thick and unkept.

While I waited I decided to do some grooming. I found hair scissors and trimmed the long hairs short. Then with the blade began to work on the hair around my cock. My sister had worked in this unkept forest but had not complained. My cock was hard which helped. I shaved the edges to my balls. Like Sis, I left a patch to match. But it could not be as beautiful.

At this stage, my sister walked in naked.

"I like," she said and sat on the wooden clothes chest to watch.

"I'll cut myself. You are distracting."

She played with her baldness exploring the newness of touch to her fingers.

Tenderly I worked my crinkled ball sack, my testicles had beaten a retreat.

"Can I do your bum and bum crack?"

"I can't see it, so I never could do that area successfully."

"So you have shaved before."

"I tried everything to do the job but gave up when I was twenty-five. I had no one to clear the Forest for. I think I gave up hope."

"Yeah, modern porn has taught young people to hate their pubes."

"The problem was no one was willing to take a look."

"Are we too quirky, I mean two hot-looking late twenty-year-old virgins?"

"I think I was safe to be around. I think I loved you too much."

"Yet not enough till now."

I stood spread-eagled as she soaped and shaved my butt. Then worked that razor into my butt crack. Finally cleaning up below my balls. Occasionally a soapy finger tested me at my rose.

Finished she slapped my arse. "Shower time."

This time we showered together. Rinsed of lather and soap, we had squirmed for five minutes in making sure all was clean, little Sis slipped to her knees and took my hardness in her mouth.

"Fuck my mouth, Bro, I know you won't last long."

She put her small hand around my base to control my depth and slapped my butt to get me to fuck her good. I held her head and her eyes looked into mine oozing extreme pleasure. I doubt I lasted a minute before I filled her mouth.

Complete, she led me from the shower and sat upon the vanity. "Now is the time to take it slow."

Starting at her cummy mouth I worked my way to her breasts. Then spent eternity on her outy. Before I took her to heaven on my tongue.

I loved those remnant hairs, I sucked them into my teeth. Then down the sides. Her juices flowed and diluted the scent of soap.

Finally, I lapped at her virgin hole. This time, in control, I teased her back and forward to the point of cumming. She screamed at me and hit the side of my head with a slap.

"Fuck Bro, just let me cum."

The second slap, I thought I just should do it. It was that or walk away. So I sucked her clit into my mouth and showed mercy in showing no mercy.

She came so hard she locked her legs around my head and I took her weight. I struggled, but stood in a reverse shoulder ride. I plastered her on the shower wall as my tongue continued its onslaught. I knew she would spray on me. Knew we would need a shower. I turned on the cold and positioned us to aim a bitter cold burst into the junction of my face and our joining.

She spurted with that. I needed breath. My mouth was full of juice. Her full body jerked and spasmed as I pulled back and she pushed me away. Now too sensitive. I gasped for breath and caught her as she slipped to the floor. Gradually I added warmth and tenderly washed her naked body once again. She was out to it, slumped against the wall.

I turned the water off, dried myself. Then dried her as well as I could. What should I do?

I picked up her limp body and fireman carried her to the bed. Carefully I put her down. She wrapped her arms around my neck.

"I love you. stay."

So I did, we curled into each other.

"I love you too."

"Make love to me in the morning."

I kissed her deeply.

"Yes, I will."

Fuck it I thought, that is mum's voyeur hour. Oh well, she has to know. Come what may.

Sometime in the night we both emptied our bladders, but fell back into a deep deep sleep. Entwined by our love.

I woke and trotted through the house at dawn. I was too excited to go back to sleep. I was naked. I forgot. This was an important point. Mum was in the kitchen making a cuppa.

"Dad," she never used his real name. But then no one in the family ever did unless we were formal. It was weird but that is how it was.

" Dad, your daughter may see you, are you wanting to be a nudist again?"

I was stunned. I decided to find out more.

"You mean like in...?"

"Yes like before we had kids."

I played along. "I forgot, when did we stop?"

"You know, our kids were about to go to school."

"Oh yes. I'll put clothes on if you like."

I was bladder dancing my now.

"Gotta go." I raced to the toilet, my morning wood was less than wood as I left. Not wanting to risk anything else, I went back around the verandah to our room.

I crawled into bed with Sis. I was cool as I had been out for a while. I spooned up to my new lover to get warm.

"You took your time. You're cold."

"Mum, problems. I'll tell you later. I might not be able to get it up if I think about it too much."

Suddenly we were kissing.

"Shit, I need to go too."

"Don't bother with clothes. Mum's in the kitchen."

"Won't that be bad?"

"You two had your bits waxed together yesterday. I think you're fine. But I want to know how she reacts."

When Sis came back she said, " I got told off. Her words, 'Your brother and Dad might see you. Boys get hard you know.'"

"Well, that confirms that she thinks Dad is in the house. I want to put this behind me, but I'm finding it hard."

"I know, Mum has lost the plot."

"I want to do it but I don't know if..."

Just then we heard the sleep-out door creak open.

"Shit," I whisper, "she is next door."

"We can't do this now."

"No."

"How about I go into the sleepout. I'll make something up.," I whisper. Then in a loud voice.

"Sorry Sis, habits, I went to the wrong bed. Don't panic I'll go back to the sleep-out."

"No worries Bro, it happens this was your room."

We heard a scurry and the screen door close.

I went back. In case she was still listening, I said. "Just getting dressed I'm awake now, might have an early breakfast."

"I'll join you."

It was like a pantomime. We got dressed and soon we heard noises in the kitchen.

"Let's wait a while, give her a chance to settle. What happened to you?"

"That's interesting. First, she called me Dad. But then as I stopped she said again. Dad your daughter might see you. Are we being nudists again?

"Well that threw me, so I asked her about it as I had forgotten that fact. She informed me we were until we went to school."

"So she really thinks you're Dad."

"I must look like him in every department"

"I think, no I don't, I don't know what to think."

"One thing I'm sure I don't want to lose my virginity with Mum looking on."

"Worse she might think Dad is fucking me. That could send her psychotic."

"Yet she was ok with you yesterday."

"Yes normal and happy."

"So maybe it's me. Trauma of Dad and me looking like him, deepening delusion each time she sees me."

"We need to do something. Get a motel in town for a day or two to give us time to think and her mind a break."

"That would be nice. Plus space for us to make love properly. Maybe an Airbnb."

"Well let's get breakfast and work something out later, it's still very early."

We went out to the kitchen and there was Mum starkers. Her body carried her age in rolls of cellulose and wrinkles. Her breasts are quite flat without the bra. I stopped. She sported a full Brazilian. Her inner lips elongated, flapped as she walked toward us then stopped.

"I thought we were going nudist Dad, why are you dressed?

"Mum this is your Son. Dad died a year ago, remember."

"Did he?" She stopped. "Oh dear, I'd better put clothes in then," and wandered off dazed.

I made coffee while she changed. I had four Weetbix, I figured I could say I've eaten some already

"Is it possible to get trauma-induced dementia?"

"No idea, but it's like it."

Mum came back dressed, but within five minutes had called me Dad three times.

After breakfast, we went for a walk. We held onto each other shattered. To find our Mum, so far gone.

We wound up at the creek. We sat against a boulder and let the stillness of the place calm us.

"We are only three days in, and I don't think Mum can cope with me in the house."

"That fits with the normal mum I took to the hairdresser."

"So you stay and I go?"

"No, I'm not passing up 'this', you know 'this' now it's in our grasp."

"So maybe an air B&B or something for a bit, maybe a week and you come back Sis alone, for a day or two to test out how things are."

"That would sort of see our holidays over and we need to be back at work."

"Shit, we need to think. This is not going to go away," I said sadly.

"Wait on. Do you believe in Serendipity? That card the woman gave us. Maybe?"

"We should ring at least to find out what it's about. I need somewhere safe so I can fuck you silly."

We leaned in a kissed a bit. Tender caring kisses as we held each other. Then I took out my phone and rang the number.

A male answered.

"The Shack B&B, Ted speaking."

"Hi Ted, this might be a bit weird but two days ago a woman gave us this card, a Melinda."

"Yes, I take it you are the couple in the Thai restaurant."

"That's right."

"You are brother and sister."

"You're on speaker, my sister is here as well."

"I hope it's not forward or presumptuous but are you two in a sexual relationship?"

"Well, that's it, umm sort of, yes. But the situation here is a bit unique, we sort of need to get away to go the whole way. But it's more problematic than that. We have a mum who we think is going a bit mentally disturbed. It might not be safe for her at the moment for me to be here."

Sis started crying. "I think we need someone we can at least talk to as well. Mum needs help. We need space to think."

"Well you are in luck, we have the room free for a week. It's unusual, our booking was cancelled on us yesterday. If you can get here you can come tonight. But tomorrow is fine?

"Where is Cumnock?"

"Sort of between Orange and Wellington but off the main road. Where are you?"

"Gooloogong."

"Yes, I know it. Look get here if you can, I'll text you the address. Come for a night or two and if it suits you and us, you can stay free for the week."

"I think we need to get away as soon as possible. Don't you think Sis."

"Yes. Till we sort out what's next. It's not far if we need to get back here."

"Well, let me know when you leave and we'll have the kettle on."

We said goodbye and my phone pinged straight away.

"Wow, this looks nice. We pored over the Airbnb listing."

"Now how do we leave Mum?"

"Well maybe you get called in to work but you need me to come with you because it's a tricky situation. You will need some help. Safer if I'm with you."

"That should work. Frankly, I doubt she would remember after a day that you, big brother, were even here."

"Let her know you will come back, and put a date in the calendar so she knows."

"Well let's go break the news."

We sat her down in the lounge room. We told her of the problem and Sis would be back. I hoped I'd get back soon after. Mum bought it, but only because she kept getting confused as to who I was.

We packed quickly. As we packed the cars, mum came out for the goodbye kiss. But her lips locked mine and her tongue tried to force itself into my mouth. Her hand cupped my balls.

"Be back quick," she whispered. "I missed this. It was so hard for me this morning."

I gave her an extra small hug and pulled away.

We had two cars, I had realised we should take them both. So on the way I used hands-free and called Sis.

We chatted and I told her what Mum whispered to me. We talked about all sorts of options. We felt that maybe she needed a mental hospital for a while. But those things take a bit of time to get into. Still, we hoped the break from me would realign her brain.

At Canowindra we pulled in at the Cafe and bought burgers. There was a hot air balloon at the oval being inflated, so we parked and I joined Sis on a picnic table to watch.

"Now that would be awesome."

"Take me one day, Bro."

"I promise, yes."

We arrived at Cumnock and found the place easily.

Ted met us at the car park and took us upstairs to meet Melinda. As promised the kettle was boiling on the Arga.

"You two look a little shell-shocked compared to two days ago," Mel said.

"A lot's happened."

"Well first, we should tell you about us and what we do here. Then you can decide how much you want to share. How about you take it from here Mel?"

"Thanks, darling. Ted here is my first cousin. Our Mums are sisters. We grew up close, Ted and I grew up closer. We started fucking, but realised we wanted to be together for life."

"We were nineteen when we started. Sort of sneaking out at family get-togethers and stuff." Ted added.

"We always looked out for each other. I'm two years older than Ted. We got sprung when I was twenty-eight. We both lived at home. Anyway, we got kicked out, disowned. Just like that. Given a week to pack.

"It was hard to understand the reaction. But that was how it was in those days. We had nowhere to go and nowhere to turn. We had to move away which meant walking out of our jobs. Ted found a job on a farm near here. We moved into an empty shearer's hut until we had enough to rent a house. I found work in a cafe and we were sort of self-made.

"When we found this place we decided that others might be in our situation and need help. We had a dream to do this, and the air B&B was a great way to fund it."

"I found a better Job in the area I was trained and I can work at home three days a week. COVID was good for that." Ted added.

"So we have been doing this for a few years now. It's surprising how many of us are out there. Many couples live isolated lives but we are able to connect people if they desire."

"That brings up confidentiality," Ted continued. "It's important we keep this on the lowdown. It would stop us and our business if the local community got wind of our support. We appreciate no gossip. If you come across someone who might need support. Give them our card. Let them ring us, so we can do what we are doing now. Carefully check the need. That said can you tell us a bit about your situation? "

I started. "Sis and I have always loved each other, I think more than just as siblings, when we hit puberty, that is when we started to know the difference. Mum and Dad put the brakes on and we cooled it through those changing years. But we sort of lived on the edge of desire and temptation."

"I always looked up to Bro."

"Pause there a second," Melinda interrupted. "Do you always just call each other Sis and Bro?"

"True, our family just used relationship names, not our Christian names."

"Well, that needs to stop. You can't behave like you did in the restaurant the other day and use those names. Not now you're in a relationship. The other day looked like it was your first date."

"I guess it was. Sorry, I'm Scotty and this is Dot. Dorothy from the Wizard was Mum's favourite. "

"You're right Mel, wow so many pitfalls to discover yet. We had a crisis last year. Can you do this Bro, um Scotty, I get a bit emotional. "

"We live in different cities, we are twenty-eight and twenty-nine. Just over a year ago Dad was killed in a gruesome and tragic accident."

"Wait you are from Gooloogong, we heard about that, a hay baler?"

"Yes, That was Dad."

"That must have been traumatic enough?"

"It was and still is. We came back to help Mum try and sort things this week. Only our presence actually looks like it triggered a problem for Mum. Well, mine presence specifically. "

"How about we take this to the lounge, then you can cuddle as you tell us."

At the end of two hours of deep sharing, Mel was in tears.

"You poor darlings. No wonder you had to get away. On the edge of love, but tied to the past so traumatic. I'm glad you came here. That elastic band was stretched and going to snap."

"I think you need some alone time, how about I show you your rooms? Stay as long as you can for this week. We have bookings in ten days' time. As we said it's a free service. You two are exactly why we set this up," Ted was affirming of our need.

"How about you have dinner with us tonight. It sounds like tomorrow needs to be set aside for making love. I'll send you down with breakfast stuff after dinner. There are frozen meals available for you to reheat and the local cafe is good for lunch. Of course, Dubbo if you want to eat out. "

With that Ted showed us to our quarters and showed us the laundry and freezer in it. He left us to unpack.

We collapsed on the bed. We cuddled.

"Life is so, I don't know so tenuous Sis, umm Dot."

"We are needing help, and a lifeline appears."

"This place is awesome, and wow Ted and Mel, I thought the woman at the restaurant was just a perv getting off on our romance."

"Shit, I forgot to pick up the truck this morning to take Dad's stuff to the tip. Excuse me I need to ring Bill."

I walked outside and rang.

"It's fine, he will do it for us tomorrow."

"He's a good man."

We went back to cuddling, then kissing. But neither of us really became frisky. We fell asleep as the tensions of the last days brought us to that post-adrenaline malaise.

My phone rang waking us to let us know dinner was in fifteen. We sat down to a lovely leg of roast lamb and veg.

"Tonight let's not talk about the last year. Let's just share our stories and lives before tragedy struck."

We had a great night. While Mel and Ted were ten to twelve years older than us, we became good friends.

We slept peacefully and upon the morning did not feel rushed into losing our virginities. We luxuriated on the bed exploring each other, talking, and having fun as we did. We had a shower first. We washed each other. My sister's form, the icon of my dreams became the knowledge of my hands and mouth. I'm not talking oral sex, it was erogenous zone explorations that kept us both on the edge of the moment.

Importantly so my body was hers. Dot joined the dots on my body, kissed every dimple and licked every crease. Her mouth and fingers played with my nipples and her hands enjoyed each muscle of my torso.

Finally, by unspoken agreement, I moved between her legs, my fingers played in the creases of her folds. My little Sister was so wet, but here in the flow, the fluids were super slippery. I played with their stretchiness. My cock soon joined the play. My glans so big and primed with blood, oozing their special juices into her flow. I moved myself up and down that special concave silky flesh that directed a penis to its dock. I played in the space between desire and destiny. Before I pushed in I pulled back.

"Can you see our join darling, I want you to enjoy this just as much as I am."

Between us, the mucus for our union stretched.

"How long is that, how long can it stretch?"

"I went in again, gathered more and pulled back."

"Don't toy with Big Brother. I'm ready, please stop playing. Enough. I don't care, just thrust."

The stretch of fertile mucus shouted warning as our loins parted for the briefest instant before I thrust my sex starved virgin cock into her forbidden being. Tissue rent.

Her cry in pain was brief, but sharp and strong, rent the air. I held still.

"Fuck yes. Push more in."

I pushed some more.

"So big, so full. "

She did all the talking, because I was biting my tongue so hard to stop myself from cumming in that instance. I looked into her eyes and slowly moved, testing the tightness of her vagina while fighting the heartbeat of my rising lust. I tasted blood on my tongue, so I unclenched my jaw.

"I'm going to cum, sorry."

"Plunge in and I'll cum with you. So close."

I plunged and sent my semen, my sperm released in my fluids and her mucus, sent them to the furthest reaches of her passages to start their swim for destiny.

In that moment her body made love to me in its climax as if to say, Here take this egg. Reward for the pain now forgotten. Together we shuddered until stilled.

"Stay in, I'm not yet used to you. Can you stay hard?"

I kissed my Sister and in our passion and small movements I maintained my hardness.

"Again, but this time pound me."

"Is that ok? I mean you are tight, you must be sore."

"Tight and ready, fuck me now."

I started moving and we gained a rhythm of thrusting our groins. I watched those manicured hairs and knew I had just taken a maiden. Diluted stains of blood gathered at our intersection, maybe she was still bleeding. Likely so.

She wrapped her legs around my back and I pushed forward until we rose on the bed. Her bottom left the sheets as she arched to take me.

I pulled her back to stop her banging her head on the bed head, padded though it was. This angle stretched out her form. Her hands played upon her breasts.

I need to kiss you, Bro. I put her legs up to my shoulders and folded her to kiss those sweet lips and look into her eyes. I thrust her through two orgasms before my inevitable climax synchronised with her third.

I felt stream on stream rush up my cock to join the brother's race for gold.

Then we collapsed into a sweaty mess. Satiated, but even more so deeply in love.

We slept entwined. The cords of our childhood finally bound as one.

I don't know who woke first, perhaps it was by mutual agreement because my limp penis was still connected to my sister's by threads of mucus in our loins.

I tasted our spend which was mixed so thoroughly. My sister followed scooping it up to her mouth.

"I can taste blood. I guess that answers your question. Virgins no more."

We rested, hands gently moving once again, establishing the intimate connection of our love. Helping us to come down. At the same time cementing and fermenting our eternal union.

"Opps."

"Opps what?"

"That stretchy mucus. I forgot. I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I'm at my peak. I'm as fertile as fuck. I'm not on birth control. I was not expecting to be making love with my brother this week."

I pulled her damp hair from her face and looked deeply in her eyes.

"Then it is my deepest hope that right now one of my boys will bring life to your sweet womb."

"You're not worried."

"No, strangely so so happy."

"You just bred your sister."

"I hope so."

"You mean that?"

"I really, really mean that. Life is catching up with us. It's hanging on to our family by a thin thread, it's time we started a new hope, a new generation."

"Well big bro, I hope there are no genetic nasties in union, but let's fuck like rabbits while I'm hot."

"You're always hot."

"I mean fertile hot."

"If we have a shower together will that inspire you to go a third time?"

"Fuck Sis, really?

"You just inspired me to try again."

"Well not in the shower, after. Just don't wash on the inside."

So we showered and talked about which position would encourage us to get pregnant. We decided on Down-Doggy. Head down bottom up.

"I think Mum needs something to live for. Let's give her that. She doesn't have to know you are the father."

"Is it any wonder you have been wanting fuck me for days. Did you realise?"

"No, too distracted by the home situation. But it certainly helped me trap my brother in my web of desire."

"Maybe it's better to think of it as the web of life. Not the femme fatale of the female spider."

We dried each other and my sister went to her knees to heat me up. Then pulled me by my erection back to the bed. She crawled into the middle and went bottom up.

"Come and take me stud, but maybe spread some juice love first."

I got down on my hands a knees behind her and started with my tongue. To reach her folds my nose tickled her rose. I smelt. Not bad. Not what I expected but then her body wash was rose scented. I tongued around her vagina, careful not to lap out remnant sperm that tasted on my tongue.

"That is so nice Scotty. I'm a bit sore, but keep going."

I added a finger and sampled her moisture.

"It's still very stretchy."

"Good, that's my fertile mix to help your swimmers."

My tongue added spit to her lubrication. Then I got tempted to try something I never thought I would want to do. I tongued around the rose.

"Fuck bro. What, really? God keep going.

That's when my finger found her clit, as my tongue tip stabbed in flutters at her rear orifice.

There was a hint of earth, I could live with that, I pushed my nose back into that target and my fingers pinched her clit and she came.

I waited no longer but rose and thrust my cock home before she finished cumming.

"Fuck Bro yessss."

I felt her grip on my flesh as I drove deep. I also found the remnant of my earlier spend in her depths and pushed it further into what I could only assume was her uterus.

Thrusting now with urgent passion I saw my Sister bite into the pillow with her teeth.

"Does that hurt?"

"Yes, so deep," she screamed, "but don't you bloody stop. Give it to me hard!!!"

"Fuck, so big."

My balls bounced on her clit as I drove again and again, her bottom cushioning the impact of my groin. I was as deep as anatomically possible. It was too exciting a position for me, as the undercarriage of my penis rubbed the inside of her pubic bone.

"Fuck!" I came hard. Deep and satisfying. I'm not sure if my sister had stopped cumming.

"Stay in and spoon me, brother. I need your cock as a stopper. Maybe there is a sperm in your tube that will swim out and win the race."

Carefully we rolled to the side and I spooned my sister clutching her breasts.

"Yes. Sleep with me."

We missed lunch. I was starting to feel hungry so we raided the fridge. A note on the door said 'Scotty and Dot use whatever you like.' So we made a plate of salad and meats with thick sourdough and avocado.

It was lovely having fresh salads after Mum's, although we bought a little for Mum because we knew she would only let it rot. Mum had been living off old stock that made its way to the back of the cupboard.

Fed we went for a walk around the small property. My Sister walked with a distinctive bow of her legs.

"Don't laugh, I'm sore."

"Do you want to go back?"

"No, no pain no gain."

There were little nooks to find and a range of sculptures, by the same artist. We wondered if it was Mel or Ted. There were benches near these to sit and enjoy nature and the artwork.

We decided to go on a chair pash. That meant a kissing make-out session on every chair. We had passed three, so we decided nearly every chair would be ok. We talked about which ones were safe to make love on.

"I think we will start the love-making challenge another day, or maybe two. Damn Bro your cock is fat. How big are you?"

"Big enough, when I did a penis size calculator website..."

"Those exist?"

"It's males you're talking here, I came up in the ninety-ninth percentile."

"So ninety-nine per cent of people are bigger than you?"

"Very funny. Just one per cent."

"They must all be porn stars then."

"Well here is the thing, I'm only just over six inches. I couldn't figure that out at first. But then I realised it is the thickness."

"So you are fat!"

"You can call me fathead if you like."

"I might just do that."

Dot put her hand in my shorts and worked at getting me hard. With her kissing it did not take long. Then she popped me into the open and put her fingers around me.

"I thought so, my fingers can't touch."

"Mine can but only by squeezing a bit."

"So how do you measure fatness?"

"Circumference."

"So there is a use for school geometry. And the answer is?"

"Just over six inches."

"Which makes what diameter?"

"The same as a two-inch plumbing pipe."

"Fuck I'm glad you are softish. Imagine stuffing that pipe up here."

"Remember when our babies' heads come out they will be much bigger."

"I guess you're right. Well, the stretching exercises will do me good."

"Are you going to do anything with that now?"

"I suppose I could do this."

She leant over and started to suck my dick.

She pulled up. "That explains the sore jaw I had two days ago."

"So I am a fat head and you are a big mouth."

Well, the red flag was waved and we started tickling each other. We ended up rolling on the ground.

"Stop my dick is in the dirt."

My sister's saliva coating was now covered in dust.

Sis took out her phone and snapped a photo.

"For the record. It proves we still are brother and sister."

"Fuck, no water around either."

We continued on and enjoyed kissing. Both our genitals being out of play that's all we did.

"I need a shower," I proclaimed when we got back.

"I won't join you this time."

"I think my dick is bruised," I yell out as I washed and discovered its tenderness in the shower. "The tip is tender."

"All that banging me deep." Sis was watching from the doorway.

"I think so, I could feel the back of your vagina when we doggied."

"So then a nine-inch dock would be useless. I love the feel of your groin hitting mine."

"I noticed that in porn videos, the really big ones rarely get it all in. It helps for a few positions but mostly no real benefit."

"So you're happy with your cock, you don't want to be bigger?"

"Not as long as you are happy."

"Fuck I couldn't take any more. More than fulfilling."

My sister followed me in the shower and I dozed on the bed.

There were games in a cupboard so we played cards naked on the bed. We played poker for a bit.

"Let's make it interesting. Every time someone loses they have to share something embarrassing," my Sister suggested.

"Kind of like truth or dare?"

"Sort of, but we are naked already so that game would be lame."

We played a few times. It was fun.

"Let's change it up. Let's call it the naked truth. Share something true that the other won't know, or a secret, or an embarrassment.

So secret, truth or embarrassment. Thus the rules of Naked Truth were invented. We would score. If the other person actually knew that information, then it didn't score.

We grabbed a piece of paper to keep track. Eventually, we scrapped the cards and we had even turns. This way we learnt way too much about each other, but that just deepened our bonds.

My phone rang again. It was Ted.

"Sorry to disturb you, but Mel has made her famous Pizza for tea, would you like one.

I asked Dot.

"Yes, please. We worked up an appetite."

"I will bring it down unless you want to come up and eat with us."

"Hold on I'll ask." I muted the phone

"Let's go up. I'm sort of fucked out for today and we will only end up doing a jigsaw puzzle if we don't."

"Yes, we are coming up."

"Great when you get here you can choose your toppings."

"Fantastic, we will come up soon. Gotta get dressed."

"See you soon."

Mel certainly could cook pizza, and even had a small pizza oven in her kitchen.

"I presume you crossed the line today, gauging by the way Dot is walking.?"

My Sister giggled. "My Brother is a bit of a FAT head."

"Sis!"

She cuddled me. "I'm working on getting used to him real quick."

"Is that the way girls always talk?" I asked Ted.

"I get you, buddy, they will go into more details later I'm sure. Like you, I won't. We guys don't share that stuff. But congratulations stud. Keep it up."

"See girls, that's all we need to share."

We chatted about the pitfalls of being siblings or cousins in love. Society expectations, the problems of rumours and gossip. But particularly how your family treats you.

"It's a real smorgasbord. We know one family who are three-generational incestuous. Not cross generational just Sibling, very supportive. Another family whose parents are very supportive and run a family business together, but it's only the kids who cross that line. Others get kicked out straight away." Mel informed us.

"I don't know how Mum will react, that is dangerous. She doesn't need this complication right now," I said.

"If she sees us kissing I'm sure she will think my Dad is kissing me. Do you know any good psychologists?"

"She may need a psychiatrist, I think she is that bad," I add.

Ted continued, "In fact we do. I've actually rang a friend today. I didn't give names or details but explained your basic situation. If you're up for it they can see you this week."

"They?"

"Yes a couple, one psychologist and one psychiatrist. They specialise in our type of family problems."

"I suppose we will need to get to Sydney for this," Dot stated.

"No, they work out of Dubbo. He tentatively booked a slot for you in two days if you want to take it up."

"I think we need to desperately, so yes."

"Well, I'll confirm the appointment and text on the details."

"I know you're visiting Mum, where do you live?" Mel asked.

"Well, that's the problem. Not together, not even in the same place. I work out of Wagga in a small town in aged care. So I see a lot of dementia. Mum has something very different," Dot explains.

"And I work in Taree as a land and stock agent. Just a junior at the moment."

"So I guess you haven't thought much past Mum, but that will need some dealing with if you don't want a big commute."

Both our faces dropped. We snuggled tight.

"Wow, reality certainly is the proverbial ton of bricks this week." I sigh.

"It's like knitting, pull a thread and the whole thing unravels," Dot adds.

"Or seen the other way you are starting a thick cosy winter jumper, but you are simply getting used to the pattern. Sometimes you have to frog it to get it right."

"What is frog it, Mel?" Dot asked.

"It's when you deliberately undo it to correct a problem. You obviously aren't a knitter."

We ate as we talked and enjoyed a local Shiraz.

"You know yesterday when you stopped to have lunch and saw the hot air balloon." Mel started another topic.

"Yes, I can't imagine how awesome that would be."

"Well, would you like to do it this week?"

"Totally," Dot said enthusiastically "but we couldn't possibly afford it."

"Who said anything about cost?" Mel responded

"But. Okay, go on." I added.

"Our friends run the business. They stay here often, when they need to get away."

"Does that mean?"

"I will let them tell you what that means. They have asked us to refer couples to them, who because of desperate circumstances, would like something to bring hope and get their minds off things. We have not come across anyone who fulfils that as much you two," Mel said still teary.

"They would love to give you a ride, free. No strings attached. They know a need but nothing else. So if it's a yes then they will let us know the night before if the next day is good for flying. It's very weather-dependent. So is it a yes?" Ted asked.

"I would say it's a hell yes. Really?" Dot was so excited.

"I'm just being blown away by the support we are getting. First Psychologists plus you guys now this."

Suddenly Dot was crying. I let her cry, it was needed. After five minutes she looked at me through wet eyes.

"I really thought we would have to do this alone, big Bro."

"So did I, wow what a community you have."

Ted chuckled, "It has surprised us too. The network keeps growing. It's like paying it forward."

"I wonder what we can do to give to the network," Dot said her eyes red.

"For now darling Dot, don't worry about it." Mel came and put her arm around my Sister on her other side.

"You need to get through this. But that might be a long time before the path shows up. But it will. Do you believe in serendipity?"

"We have seen a lot of it this week. Everything appears to be connected by thin and fragile threads. But wow what a tapestry." I add.

"To bed you two. Tomorrow is creeping up on you. For tea tomorrow night I suggest Thai in Canowindra. Maybe meet the Ballooning family before you do. Get to know them before the excitement of flight takes over. They are Gerry and Jillian, I'll let them know you are taking up the offer." Ted encouraged us.

Dot looked at Ted with warm eyes through tears.

"Thanks for pulling all these strings for us."

"Well, you two sort of have a busy time coming up. Don't forget that it's Psychs in two days' time. But if you do get a flight on that day you will have time to do both on the same day."

"Opps, we didn't mention. When you get to fly you will be picked up at four thirty am, so you are taking off with the sunrise." Mel added.

"Fuck, sorry, ok. We can do that."

"We will have to cancel love making that morning Scotty."

"Damn double damn. But then wow what a sacrifice."

Mel chuckled, "There is always later. You get a romantic champagne breakfast when you land."

"I still don't get how this can be afforded."

"Let's say that a wealthy family has set up a foundation to underwrite it. So please no more questions on that topic, just know that you are being looked after by many hearts."

We all hugged and we retreated to our room.

In bed, we cuddled naked.

"I know we weren't going to make love tonight. But I want to, in fact, I think I need to Bro."

"I agree, but maybe slow and very gentle, if neither of us cums, then it won't matter. It's the connection and unity that counts.

We slowly began foreplay. Just kissing and touching for ages, but I was hard throughout. Then I added my tongue to my Sister's vulva and all its attachments, and inner secrets. For a while, we sixty-nined then rotated to simple missionary. I slipped myself home with Sis's guidance and we moved languidly with full body to body contact. Slowly we built to a mutual climax. Not dramatic pumping just release. Deep passing of my fluids into my Sister.

Then we relaxed still joined in our love.

"I hope we make a baby, Big Brother."

"With my champion swimmers we probably already have. But you are still massively fertile. Let's keep trying."

"I don't think it will be that easy to actually fall pregnant but yes, we will keep on trying stud."

"I love you, Sis."

"I love you, Bro."

We slept.

In the morning we slept in. Then this time we made mad, passionate, physical love. We tried a few new positions. I didn't like reverse cowgirl that much as I couldn't see my Sister cum when she did. I think my favourite part of the session was me standing off the bed and my sister facing me with her bum on a pillow and me holding her ankles. We started talking about what we were doing and how great it was to finally be fucking our sibling. Taboo talk was a turn-on. We both came hard with that one.

In the afternoon we went to Canowindra to meet the balloonists.

Gerry and Jillian were wonderful. They gave us a tour of the Gondolas in the big shed and we went into the Family lounge for cuppas and a chat. We had a lot of questions about ballooning and obviously they were Brother and Sister, maybe six years younger than us.

"I hate to be forward, but as you are a part of Mel and Ted's network, we are sort of assuming you are intimate with each other like siblings."

"Yes, Scot."

"Scotty actually, baptised that. That's great to hear, we sort of, are only, you know, just."

"Spit it out, Bro. We lost our virginities to each other only yesterday."

"Really Wow, you must be sore girl, "Jillian says. "I was for a whole week."

"I can't believe how girls just go into the details, Gerry. "

He shook his head. "Me neither, but they do."

"So how did you two start?"

"Well we always knew we would, we just had to wait till it was ok. Mum and Dad also knew. They didn't push us but they sure made it was possible. We are a family that flies together. We had non-commercial pilot's licences by the time we were sixteen," Gerry continued.

"Mum and Dad are internationally accredited ballooning instructors and examiners. So it was sort of guaranteed. Except they were tougher on us than others. They are out at the moment doing instruction and training with two new pilots. They should be home soon." Jillian expounded.

"We were old enough to go for our commercial licences at eighteen. We figured, if we could have that responsibility we were old enough to fuck. It took us a year to navigate to that point doing it though, Gerry laughed.

"Our first time was in a Balloon."

"Shit, that's commitment."

"No, that's my randy brother."

Just then the door opened and two older people walked in.

"This is Mum and Dad," Jillian introduced us. "Jim and Rachel."

I stood and shook hands with Jim, then Rachel. Dot hugged Rachel.

"I hear you two have had a tough time."

"It's not been easy."

"Where are Jack and Sophie?"

"They are doing equipment checks and putting the gear away."

"Lucky them. It's good to have people in training. They get to do the hard work because they have to."

"Invite them in Dad? I want them, to meet our guests." Gerry asked. "They are staying at our Air B&B house for a month while they do training."

"It's sort of their second home," Jillian giggled. "Also our best friends."

I raised my eyebrow.

"Yes, part of the network."

"Siblings in love, I like it," Dot said. "It means I don't need to feel so guilty about crushing on my brother."

We refreshed our coffees and were joined by Sophie and Jack.

This time it was hugs all around.

We sat and Jack asked. "Mel and Ted tell me your story is one of tragedy, don't go into details, if it triggers you, but we would love you to share some of your journey?"

"That's ok, it helps that we have some people our age to share with."

I spent a bit of time filling them in about Dad, and then our Mother who believed I was him and was hitting on me.

"Shit," Jack said, "that fucked up and tragic. No wonder you need this time away. We are setting up somewhere similar to this near Albury. So let up know if you need another break later once things are sorted a bit."

"Where near where Albury Sophie? I work in Coolamon, but I live in Ganmain. Well, rent a place."

"What about you Scotty, I perceive you don't," Sophie said.

"That's right I live up at Taree. So we have to sort out jobs and stuff now. We go back to work next week. Then we have to manage Mum from a distance."

"What do you do for work, Scotty?" Jack asked.

"I'm a junior Stock and Station Agent. I work for a well-known nationwide company."

"And I am an aged care facility manager. I run the one in Coolamon."

"That's an achievement for someone young."

"I'm twenty-eight, but I did a health management degree. Plenty of jobs in the county in the field. Most people, like all health professionals don't like moving from the big cities."

"So you two need to get closer. You probably haven't talked about it, but who would be prepared to move?"

"It's hard for both of us. Stock and station work means knowing the local farmers and their needs."

"If I left it would take a while for Coolamon to find a replacement. So we are stuck between love and a hard place."

"And in the middle is Mum, who is in hell at the moment."

"Sophie and I are studying agriculture at Wagga. Maybe you two girls could get together a bit down there."

"I'd like that," Dot said.

"We have a farm a Gerogery it's a family trust actually but we are taking over from Grandpa. So still learning the ropes."

"Maybe I can find a position in the Riverina, it would be great to get an internal transfer."

"Do you have a business card," Jack asked.

I dug one out of my wallet and gave it to him.

"I'll make a few enquiries. Grandpa probably knows someone in the region."

We chattered for a few more hours. I let them know we were heading to town for Thai.

"Ah, Töen, Craig and Ruby are good friends of ours," Jack said. "We had dinner there last night. Tell them Jack sent you and you were to have the Vietnamese special. Don't be surprised if you get spoiled."

"But isn't it a Thai restaurant?"

"They cook both styles but are Vietnamese themselves. Thai just happens to sell better."

"Any chance of needing to get up early tomorrow Gerry?"

"No, take your time. But the next day is a definite possibility."

We had a wonderful meal and yes got spoiled. The next day we made love in the morning and left early for Dubbo.

Our psych appointment was for mid-afternoon and as a Friday, their last clients of the week. I think they planned it that way as they took time and our session spread over three hours.

The results were what we had hoped, some sound advice.

Mum would definitely need psychiatric help and would be best in a hospital for a short time, maybe two weeks. Off the farm and where she could get a break from her constructed reality. But she would need to agree. That would be the hard part.

They agreed I should not go back at the moment. She would be better meeting me on neutral turf, at my place even. Road trip with Sister to bring her to see her son. Framed in those terms.

They were okay with our sexual relationship. As siblings themselves, they could help us work through things if needed, but were happy with the maturity of our emotional commitment. I had a feeling they were part of this sibling intimate network, but they needed to remain detached as wanting to establish dual relationships for ethical reasons

Moving mum off the farm would be a good idea, but at this stage getting psychological help probably should come first.

So we returned hopeful. On the way home we got a text to let us know the Ballooning was on in the morning. We crashed that night after making love in the shower.

The knock on the door happened at exactly four thirty am. We had been up at four. We rugged up. When I answered, it was Jack.

"Where are Gerry and Jillian?"

"We are flying as well this morning. The others are going straight to the launch site. Jim and Rachel as well. We will have two balloons in the air."

We hopped in the car. And said hello to Sophie.

"Gerry will be your pilot and Jillian with be ours, for us it's a training run." She informed us.

We had a forty-minute drive. When we arrived Jack and Sophie ran us through the safety procedures and check. Also part of their training. Then it was all hands on deck and suddenly we were in the air.

We were transported, yes pun included, back to our fantasies and childhood. The world gains a different perspective when you are floating above it. True, the burners blasted through the peace like reality. But to be above life and beyond expectations for those hours was so healing. We knew we could rise above our trauma and concerns. We had hope. But best of all we had love.

There we were in our childhood. It was like the sprinkler, playful and fun. The whole time we were cuddling, I was aware that Gerry was just there. The basket was a small intimate space floating in a vastness of blue. Watching the other balloon float with us was beautiful. We needed of course to keep separation but we took a lot of photos also.

Mostly though we kissed, cuddled and enjoyed simply being. I thought about making love. I put my hand down the front of my sister's pants, as discreetly as I could. The basket and my body shielded my actions from our pilot's eyes. But I knew he knew. My sister clutched the thick binding of cords that ran up to the canopy as I brought her to a sexual high. She came with the burner drowning her vocalisation of release. I let her recover and my hand appeared again wet. I was rampant.

"My sister and I often make love up here. It's how we started. It's ok, I get it. If you like you can always give Scotty a BJ, I won't look."

Well, Sis was on her knees so fast. Fortunately, I wore pants with a zipper. She had me out and in her mouth in no time. I was grinning like a proverbial cat. I knew I would not last long. My sister still new to having me in her mouth pushed herself until my penis entered her throat. I came with her nose pressed to my groin. She swallowed my semen. Finally spent, she pulled up, spunk dripping from her lips. I pulled her to me and kissed her spermie mouth and licked the corners of her lips clean.

"You better put that away Sis."

"Opps." I was still hanging out.

"Next time you fly we will show you how to wear the harness so you can pull down your pants. But we will be able to see all as pilots."

"There I'll be a next time?"

"Oh, I'm almost sure of it."

"Wow."

"Look over there at the other balloon."

"Are Jack and Sophie..."

"Yes, they are full on fucking. They normally do. The four of us have done it together. Not swapping just sharing the moment."

"You can steer while you do?" I asked.

"I have learnt the art."

I could say I'm blown away, but then we sort of were. We were held in this heaven by cords bound together, separating as they rose to contain the balloon. Thin threads become cords, then ropes of strength when they become wrapped tightly together. We were being held together by others who were strong together. Bound in supporting us. Committed to making sure that sibling love did not mean the end of life, but a celebration of the closest intimate love.

Below the white car support team came into view. Jillian's balloon came down first and Gerry skilfully brought us down well clear of them on the Canowindra town oval. The ground helpers, whom I could see now were Rachel and Jim raced between balloons until both bladders were safely deflated on the ground. We were then able to hop out.

"Leave this to us," Jillian said as she helped us out. "We are going to have a champagne breakfast but there is hot tea and coffee over there, help yourselves until we can serve you."

The feeling of the earth under our feet was accentuated by the sensations of floating for a few hours of floating. Our hearts were also floating in the romance of the moment.

"This would have been the perfect place to propose or something, little Sister."

She hugged me tightly.

"I expect you to work harder for that privilege. But is that even possible?"

We were huddled together in a patch of sun leaning up against a car. The others scurried packing balloons and setting up a white clothed dining service for eight.

"Do you think it's possible to be married? I know not legally but in practice."

"Possible I think, so long as we live somewhere no one knows us. Our driver's licences have the same surnames."

"Plus for the first time, I'm really happy we don't look too alike." We watched as Gerry and Gillian walked over together. "Hard not to know they are siblings."

"Then again Mel did recognise similarities, so not that different. You could always dye your hair Jack, jet black."

"You going bleach blonde might be more possible. We are both dark enough at the moment."

Soon we were all seated, although Jim served things first.

"I have a question for you all, we were just talking about marriage, what are you all doing with that legal and social problem?" I asked.

The table quickly became lively with excitement. We heard their stories and struggles. The girls showed off rings and I noted the guys all had bands.

"If you two have only just become intimate, that's a quick move into marriage.?

"Yes, but we are also five years older than the oldest of you," I said.

"We have been unconsciously hanging out for each other for so long. Neither of us could find a person who lived up to our sibling. We didn't even have sex before this week." Then Dot giggled, "We might be trying to get pregnant already. We are hoping."

"Are there many risks? Even though it may be too late to ask," I ask.

"I guess you will need our uncle's services. He runs a DNA diagnostics clinic. We have all been tested. Fortunately, we can have children, but we have dear friends who can't, as they both carry very dangerous recessives." Jack said.

"We have decided to wait a few more years, but we hope we could have children by about your age. So go for it," said Jillian.

"But I do suggest you get tested sooner rather than later," Gerry said.

"I hope we haven't done the wrong thing," Dot was looking worried.

"My advice is don't worry about it," Rachel said. "Any couple could draw an unlucky card, they don't have to be siblings."

"I have a test pack in our car. It's discrete and free. Uncle Dave is a twin with Rob. They are Gay, Bi, and in a relationship with our Mum. It's complicated, but our Father was from outside the incestual pool, so we escaped one of those dangerous recessives," Jack added.

"Dave also conducts a Sibling support service and does a lot of research in the normally taboo area. Send the samples and if things don't look good he will organise some genetic counselling for you."

"In the meantime go for it. Roll the dice because ultimately every couple does." Sophie said encouraging us.

We dined on piping hot chicken niblets, other fancy food and lovely Champagne, at least those not driving. I was hungry so I had trouble stopping myself from eating too many of the pastries.

Sophie asked us all, "Would you like to come back to our place for a swim and a jacuzzi?" Choruses of yes's greeted the suggestion.

"One problem," Jack said. "We have no swimmers with us."

"I think we might be able to find some that will fit. I didn't think of that. We often just skinny dip." Sophie added.

"Oh!" My sister's face dropped for a minute.

"My family are nudists at home much of the time," Gerry informed us.

"We'll let you young ones decide and deal with the balloons for you," Jim volunteered.

I looked at my sister. "If you are game Sis?"

"Just so you know, we don't do any swapping or anything, but we often end up loving our partners in the presence of others. "

"In that case," Dot said, "I'm in. I liked the idea of you two couples doing it in the balloon."

"I have to confess, we watched you two make love in the other balloon," I added.

"These two also discreetly got it off," Gerry ratted on us.

We laughed.

"If it wasn't for the harness I think I would have followed up, knowing it was possible," I confessed. "I hated wasting those baby makers."

"They did feed me though," Sis grinned.

"A toast," Sophie cheered and held up a glass of glass of champers. "To Dorothy and Scotty. One of us, same stock, together. Joined in our love. Welcome to the family." Everyone cheered and hugs started with the girls and spread to us all.

"The pool awaits," Jack shouted, "let's pack up."

In the car, I double-checked with my Sister.

"I wouldn't miss it in the world. Ok, actually I would, if you didn't want to," she confirmed.

"I can't guarantee I won't look."

"I hope so because I'm looking. But if we feel jealous we need to say something."

"Like eyes on me."

"Yes, this will be very untested waters."

Their house was actually Gerry's and Jillian's. But they rented it as an Airbnb.

It did not take long for the others to hit the water, running. We held back a bit and slowly stripped. I had trouble knowing where to look. I was definitely getting chubby. Dot led the way for me and was soon shaking her booty and jiggling her breasts, enjoying the freedom. I should not have been surprised. She did initiate things with me.

Soon we were transported again to childhood. We played and frolicked in the water and I soon lost my hardness.

"Spa," someone shouted.

We all dashed to the hot water in the Jacuzzi, although Aussies traditionally call them Spas, we were now much closer.

"I know our Mum is confused at the moment, but she let slip last week that we used to be nudists, until my sister and I went to school. I've been trying to remember it. I think the play in the pool sparked some of those memories."

"I thought so too Bro. It's the feeling of freedom. I think I'm going to enjoy being free with my big Brother."

We cuddled in the water and I was soon no longer soft. After a while the three couples were getting frisky with their partner.

"It's all right for you lot, you all have got off once today. Jillian and I have to catch up."

With that Jillian straddled Gerry in reverse position and with hands not seen in the bubbles slipped him home.

"I can always rely on Jillian to get a hint."

Hands-on breasts were visible. I had never seen so many breasts in one place on display. I took the initiative and slipped myself into Dot.

She groaned. "Still a bit tender, but so fucking wet."

Sophie reversed herself and took Jack. Soon we were all pumping. It was Jack who lifted up his sister first onto the edge and fucked her in the open.

Soon we were all in the open in various positions, changing it up. I came first, I was not used to the stimulus. I pumped my sister full of sperm. When finished she crawled up on the deck, bottom in the air, and kissed me as I sank back into the water. We watched the others finish.

They gave a Dot a puzzled look.

"I don't want to waste those baby makers. Can't risk them being washed out."

The other two guys quickly turned to eating cream pies.

"I'm banned from that guy's, at least for this week."

"Fertile Sis?" Jillian guessed.

"So fertile."

Everyone cheered.

"You two might be the first to bring on the next generation. Wonderful!" Sophie said. Although she was having trouble putting the words together as Jack was doing an enthusiastic job.

My Sister was just about to grab the champagne we had been sipping in the spa.

"No you don't Sis, you might be preggers."

She pouted and poured hers into my glass.

"Didn't think of that, fuck. But let's give the little hatching the best start."

We all laughed. It was getting later and we hopped out. The girls formed a posse on a couch. We boys broke out the BBQ,

Jack stopped drinking early as he volunteered to drive us home.

"I don't mind, I enjoy driving a fast car. At least it's not Daisy, that took us two days one way."

When it was time to go Jack ducked out to a shed.

"He is picking up his pride and joy. I'm coming with you Jack, Sophie shouted after him.

"Well, we will finish up and head home," Gerry said.

Out of the shed appeared a large gold saloon, not just any saloon but a sleek modern luxury car.

My mouth hit the ground. More so when I saw the name Bentley on the badge.

It was a two-door, the press of a button enabled the front seats to move and fold forward and it was easy to get into the back. The back was very spacious, with its own bar.

"Hop in the back with me Dot, I'm sure the boys will want to talk about the toy."

So I got the front seat. Wow.

The road outside the farm gate was straight, maybe a bit rough being a country road. Jack stopped.

"Feel this." In seconds we were pressed to the seats and going sixty, then a hundred before Jack backed off and drove sensibly.

It was quiet and smooth.

"The car is over two tons. It can do two tons also, but I've only done that on a test track."

"Ok, two questions? First, what is Daisy? And how the hell can a twenty-one-year-old afford this?"

"Strangely the two are linked. We can afford this because one of our other cars is Daisy. I think that's an answer for another time that will take some telling. But Daisy is a 1950s, three-wheeler gem that brought us together.

"In answer to the second question, this car, we inherited some significant wealth. I went from being an unhappy disenfranchised and lonely nineteen-year-old to this, married to my sister and living with great purpose.

"I normally drive a beat-up Holden. We only get this out for special occasions. We keep it garaged in Melbourne most of the time. We try not to show off our wealth, but you do need to know that we do have resources."

"We set up the siblings' foundation," Sophie said from the back seat.

"But if you don't mind us stopping the background talk for now, let's drive and talk about the car. I'm sure the girls in the back will find other things to share."

Soon I was learning all about the Bentley Continental GT. I could see why Jack chose this one.

"We intend to keep it forever," Jack said as we pulled up at Cumnock.

It was now late and we had been up since four, so we simply stripped and hit the sack. It had been a magical and eye-opening day. One treasured forever.

In the morning, yesterday was like my dreams hanging in my mind, floating in the clouds, just out of reach.

My sister had her mouth around my dick, so no wonder I felt like I was still on the balloon. We sort of had group sex afterwards, I remembered. I was still processing all I had experienced. Not that I minded, I saw more guys' arses and pumping cocks than I thought I would see in one place.

It was like a club. Membership is very limited but with heaps of benefits. I loved watching Jillian and Gerry as they looked so much like siblings. Even better when they were fucking it was like our own private incest porn channel in the flesh.

"I can feel you pulsing in my mouth Bro, what are you thinking about?"

"Yesterday at the spa."

"Fuck yes." Suddenly my sister was riding me. I pulled her torso up so she could mash her breasts to my chest. Lifted her and I folded my legs under me. She semi-squatted and we pumped our passion keeling upright. Her mons could rub on mine, her clit received direct stimulation in our movement. My lips claimed hers and when I came she did too. We stiffened together and I pumped her deep.

"Stay Big Brother." Her hands about my neck she fell backwards so she could keep my cum entrapped in our joining.

"You know we need to go home today darling."

Dot started crying, "I know, I'll miss you. I need to spend at least two days with mum. You have a long drive ahead. Work for you tomorrow. I'm taking RDOs" (Rostered Days Off) "as it is. I'll get back on Wednesday."

We packed, I said goodbye to Mel and Ted and hit the road. Dot stayed a while to talk to Mel, she needed motherly care.

Australian roads are long and tedious. The New England highway is no exception. It was a back route to Brisbane, so it had a lot of B-double trucks. But the worst part was that every kilometre travelled was further from my love, further from this magical week of escape from the reality of Mum.

Once again I was thrust into my world of loneliness. I did smile a lot though. There was much to be thankful for. Number one was that my sister loved me even more passionately than I dared to dream.

I had lost my virginity a MASSIVE FUCK yes.

We had fucked like rabbits, and I was hoping to breed like them too. I figured if my Sis was pregnant we would have to live together. Whatever it takes.

I decided that tomorrow I would paint a picture of my mum to my boss. This wasn't hard, as it was all true and he knew about our tragedy. I would ask, plead, and beg for a transfer. If that didn't happen I would need to resign.

So my journey dragged. Dragged right back into the work world. I will let my sister tell you what happened next. She had to write it up for the psychs anyway.

...

'I arrived to find Mum surprised that I was there. She had trouble remembering I was there six days ago.

I tossed out the uncooked and off fresh food from the fridge. She hadn't touched it.

She started telling me my Dad was back. Over the first cup of tea.

"Mum, Dad died a year ago, in the accident."

"Oh, that's right."

Five minutes later, "I held his dick you know, this morning before he went into town."

"Mum that wasn't Dad, that was your Son, Scotty, and it was six days ago."

"Can't be, we made love this morning."

"Mum Dad is dead remember."

"Oh, that's right."

"Dad's room is empty, I don't know where his stuff went, I'm sure I kept it safe."

"Mum Dad died a year ago." The conversation went on like this all afternoon.

In the morning I heard her on the verandah. Staring in my window.

"Dad must be up already, he was here yesterday. Naked. God I love his dick, so big and strong."

"That was Scotty, your son, you were spying on him last week."

"Our son was here?"

"Yes, he slept in the sleep-out. See his bed is still unmade."

"Oh, no I'm sure I saw Dad. He was just there staring at you."

"No that was your son."

"Really, naughty."

"If it were Dad would he have been perving on me"

"No, I guess not."

"So dad died remember. You sold the farm."

"But he is in the paddock now. I must get tea together."

...

"It's hopeless Bro," my sister burst into tears when she rang me. I had just arrived home.

"It's worse, she is convinced you are him and she is getting off on the image of you naked. She told me you made love to her this morning. She was very graphic trying to convince me. I guess she has a dildo or something."

"Well, tomorrow introduce getting help. See if you can't get her to see someone."

The next day's report was the same.

"Oh I forgot," was interspersed with, "I don't need help."

"Do you think I'm mad?"

"No mum it's just trauma. P T S D. You're not mad but you need to talk to someone."

"I saw Dad this morning, as he left the room. I love his bum."

"Was he big and fat or thin? No thin, your Dad has always been a stud, so handsome. We made love for hours last night."

I showed her a recent photo. He was fat, folly poly fat. "Mum this is Dad two years ago. Remember he died."

Then ten minutes later. "No Dad is young, fit slim."

I took her to the grave. She needed to visit.

We read the text together, and we put fresh flowers on the tombstone. We said goodbye. But Dad was back in her mind driving the car. She actually put her hand on my thigh and reminded Dad how she used to give him a blow job while he drove.

Then she recalled her straddling him as the tractor bounced around the paddock, adding to her pleasure. Only last week she said. "See I'm good. I remember well, I don't need to see anyone."

"I'm giving up for now I can't keep this up. I'm getting traumatised. I'm going home in the morning. I've arranged to meet with the psychs on my way home."

I was able to tell her the boss had taken it well and was looking for another position for me in the company. He saw the need for me to be closer.

I told him we would probably get Mum into care in Wagga, so he is looking down there.

My sister returned to her flat in Ganmain. We zoomed each night, we made digital love, sex talking. We became nudists in our houses as we moved about our household tasks. We even set up multiple meeting videos so we could walk around the rooms. But we needed to be together. We lasted three weeks.

I got two phone calls. One was from the psychs. They had organised a welfare check. The report was that, even though she was loopy and dilution, she was living safely, feeding herself well, doing washing and ironing and keeping herself clean. So they had nothing to go on to help call in the intervention.

We'd best plan on visits every month to make sure she has food. They couldn't even justify home help at this stage, but would revisit to check she was not running out of food. Bill next door volunteered to do grocery runs and showed her how to do click and collect.

The second was from an excited sister. She was pregnant. Our DNA tests came back normal. The next day I resigned. I had to be with my love. I packed up and headed south within the week. I took a unit in Wagga and the next week my sister moved in.

The next week was a celebration of love. We made love in every room. We would have fucked on the ceiling if it were possible. We couldn't do this for too long with only Dot working. But she was paid well for a health worker in a management position.

Our sibling network was so excited. Uncles and Aunties in waiting.

A month later Jack came through with a job. It was over the border at Yackandandah as a stock and property agent for a small local rural development company. I would have a company car and my job was to help farmers stay on their feet. To advise on most aspects of the farming business. It was where I had my degree and I had had five years doing this with a National company.

We found a house and Dorothy quit her job. She had found a replacement whom she was training.

That day I carried my Sis over the threshold. We made it to the bedroom as I refused to put her down till then. Her womb was now showing in front, six months swollen with our child.

I was as hard as I have ever been. We experimented with a few positions as she grew, but my favourite one was cowgirl. That way I could stroke her pregnant form. Our sex always woke the darling up and he kicked on the other side.

We were having a Son. Life went on and got better. But we perceived that Mum got worse. We decided that Mum needed the hope of a new life. So we brought Mum down to visit us. Get her off the farm.

Sis picked her up, and they shared the joy of pregnancy. The trip down was encouraging. But then the threads of life snapped.

She stood on the lawn and lost it. I mean lost it. How dare Dad disappear and get his daughter pregnant? She slapped her hussy of a daughter and demanded she be taken home. She didn't even take her bags out. She demanded that I take her home. I felt this was safer than risking it to Dot. It was a fast three and a half hour drive.

Two things, she berated me most of the time for being unfaithful, she tried hard to get me hard so we could have make-up sex. She even tried to give me a BJ. I had to pull over and scald her. Tell her in no uncertain words I was her son.

I put her in the back seat for the rest of the trip.

I dropped her off and ran. She was still angry with me, as Dad, for doing such an incestuous thing. I shuddered as there was some truth in my actions. But not the way she could even imagine.

Sis rang the psychs and I detoured via Dubbo to get debriefed. We were both hanging on by a thread after that.

The last two months went by quickly. Mum just had to live through her unreality.

But our trauma was great and I suppose it was that that sent Sis into labour early. She was thirty-seven weeks when we made it into the hospital, Dot fully dilated and fighting the urge to push. The next hour was surreal when life, our son was delivered and placed on my Sister's abdomen, our screaming boy bonding with his mum. The Doctor asked if I would like to cut the cord. I was delighted.

I thought of all these thin threads, this cord now clamped, slowly losing its pulse. His lungs screaming out, I'm okay. Life was new and exciting for but five minutes. Wonderful because the baby was healthy and beautiful.

A policeman and a policewoman met me in a consulting room the nurses called me to with worried looks on their faces.

We sat down as directed and I was shaking.

"Your Mother, they found her this morning, hanging from a thin green rope of baling twine. She had jumped from the top of a hay baler."

I asked if it was quick. Wrong question, apparently it was not. New police tape had been put out over the old.

I cried and cried, because I had come all this way for life and had been delivered death. The day our son was born would be the day our mother died.

The local police didn't need to know that the mother who just gave birth was my sister. They were looking for her to break the news. I said she was on holiday at the moment and I would get in touch with her to break the news.

I excused myself as I had a life to love as a Dad with my wife. They understood. I heard them say as they waited for the lift. 'This was the hardest one we have had to do. Let's get a coffee.'

I returned to our baby and held him tight against his mother's breast. He was already sucking and rooting.

"Mum?" she asked.

"Yes, she is dead." I cried, hugging our new life dear. "I'll tell you details later. We have a life to celebrate."

We did. Later we would talk of the thin threads that bound us to life and death. But our network of loving siblings held us dear as we held our new son and created a different life of hope and love.

We ordered the bulldozers in to remove the house and shed. The foundation helped us set up a memorial garden in its place. Our parents' ashes were spread among new geraniums.

...

If you cried, so did I in writing and editing. Thanks for walking the story to its end. It won't get a sequel but you will probably read more of Scotty and Jack and perhaps a babies name, in further Journey to love stories.

It's like I created a monster. I have to start on part 20 yet.

I'm writing another of the side stories at the moment but will not publish that one until twenty is up, it it needs some action in twenty to make it work in the flow of storylines.

Thanks for the high ratings of JTL. pt 19. Currently at 4.85. My highest rated yet. I'm not expecting this to rate as high due to its difficult subject matter.