Reunited By Fate

Reunited By Fate

I watched as the two 19-year-old girls posed and preened, phones in hand. Pouty lips pursed, eyes scrunched, tongues out, peace signs, backs arched, chests puffed.

Not that either needed to make the effort; the miniscule fabric of both their bikinis was already desperately stretched across their firm curves and generous busts.

Their giggles cut through the drone of the gentle surf and din of the sparsely populated beach as the girls took turns taking pictures of each other's nearly bare bodies; thin strings and tiny triangles the only pretense of being 'clothed.'

So similar physically that from any distance most would assume they were sisters, if not twins. Their hair was the only obvious indicator as to who was who. Emma was strawberry blonde, becoming nearly silver as the summer wore on. Whereas Eden was a true auburn, the sun only managing to make gold-ish streaks in her thick mop of dark brown red.

A third redhead approached the girls, stopping to join in for a picture and a laugh before continuing towards me, her copper locks shimmering as she reached into the cooler. Mature in all the ways the girls were young, yet no less sexy, I couldn't help but smile as my sister handed me a Corona long neck and with a chuckle teased, "Still a perv, I see."

"Kind of... difficult not to notice them," I responded, attempting to avoid giving her any ammunition.

"Difficult?" Evie snorted. "Is that what you call the situation in your shorts? Looks pretty hard to me."

I raised my knee to hide my swelling erection.

Evie let me off the hook before I could offer any defense. "I don't blame you," she absolved me with a giggle, joining in my study of the girls for several moments before questioning, "Think they've fooled around?"

A shiver shot through me. It had been decades since I'd heard that inflection in my little sister's voice. Naughty. Tempting. Teasing. Prurient. I felt her gaze and sensed she was eager for my response. I wanted to ask if she knew they had, but clearing my throat, I offered, "Guess it would be ironic if they have..."

Evie was propped up on one elbow, looking at me seriously, "Ironic, or... genetic," she questioned with a grin, breaking the tension.

I couldn't help letting my eyes wander over my little sister's still amazing body. Her years as a personal trainer had kept her curves firm. Toned but not skinny, not boney like a lot of the women at the Pilates studio. The studio my late wife had opened. The studio Evie moved back here, Eden in tow, to take over and run.

The studio I technically still owned half of, and still worked out at twice a week, and where I increasingly found myself fighting off the seemingly ever more aggressive propositions of the divorced variety of those boney women.

Don't think about home.

I shook my head, reminding myself to simply be present, to leave work and obligations and the recent past back home in Florida, but it was hard to disconnect despite my longing for distance and closure.

I watched a mega yacht leave the inlet in the far distance and allowed myself to momentarily imagine the lifestyle such a vessel represented, yet reality even intruded upon my fantasy.

I'd always marveled at tales of the wealthy escaping tragedy, heading off on some cathartic journey of self-discovery, or absconding to some exotic locale to lick their wounds. Now that it's happened to me, I can't help but snicker at the privilege, the luxury to be that selfish when needed.

Not that I necessarily loathe the wealthy, I'd certainly like to be able to count myself amongst their ranks, it's just that real life, i. e., being not rich, forces you to deal with things as a matter of course. No matter how difficult or horrific.

Things could be a lot worse than spending a week on a Caribbean beach with three beautiful women, I reminded myself yet again, taking in the pristine surroundings and acknowledging how fortunate I was despite recent trauma.

Recent? It's been a year, but it still felt recent, hell... current.

A year used to seem like such a long time. Somehow the past year had been both the slowest and quickest of my life, and the pain is still fresh... present. How could it not be?

Watching my wife slowly die of cancer was truly horrific. Even more horrific than my mother's death from cancer, two decades ago, when I was 19, and Evie only just 18.

Our mother 'only' suffered weeks, my wife suffered many months.

Yet, even in the face of such trauma, life continues - bills have to be paid, money earned, work done, chores completed, obligations met. The world keeps turning, largely indifferent to difficult circumstances, including tragedy and suffering.

I was already well aware how uniquely unfair witnessing the death of a parent while still a teenager could be, and as painful as watching my wife succumb to her disease was, watching the toll it took on Emma, our 18-year-old daughter as she also navigated graduating high school and starting college was, in many ways, worse.

Feeling powerless in the face of faulty cellular replication is bad enough, but feeling powerless to adequately comfort your child is especially soul crushing.

Doctor's, dentists, co-workers, friends, relatives, neighbors, the pool guy, the lawn guy - when someone is ill long enough, they all find out. They all mean well. They all are sorry and want to be there for you in some way. You thank them and assure them you will let them know if there is anything they can do to help.

Of course, you don't tell them that the last thing you want is to be there, to live with the trauma, the sadness, the loss, let alone be constantly reminded of it by well-wishers.

And of course you can't admit that it's possibly all too much, that you're desperate to escape what's left of your life, the personal, professional, financial, and emotional wreckage such a loss leaves behind.

Watching the yacht disappear over the horizon, I couldn't stop myself from selfishly imagining running off, running away. Staying on the move, the new and unusual distracting me. Would that be better? It had to be better than the looks of pity and sadness I still saw daily on most people's faces all these months later.

But running away had never been an option.

I scanned the beach. The vacation homes and rentals lined the pristine sand, only yards from the gently lapping surf. Couples and families were scattered about, far enough to allow relative privacy, but close enough to share their laughter and shouts and to catch the occasional random foreign accent or phrase.

I looked at my sister, my daughter, and my niece. All smiling. All happy. All beautiful. This was better, I decided. Certainly better than the past couple of years.

This was the first getaway for my daughter Emma and I since her mother's death a year ago. The haunting, heavy, exhausting forced change of becoming caretaker while my wife slowly succumbed to cancer had been replaced by an even more forced 'normalcy' of rigid daily routine. Months and months of routine.

That routine, which started as a safety net of stability for an emotionally devastated parent and child, had become a trap for Emma and I this past year, neither of us seemingly able or willing to risk threatening it's security with acts of spontaneity.

I guess I sensed the need to shake things up when I offered my little sister part ownership and management of my wife's studio. I'd always felt guilty and partly responsible for Evie leaving; taking over the studio seemed like an opportunity to make things right.

And Evie and my niece Eden had been a very welcome distraction. It had been a hectic six weeks since they moved in with us, but it forced both Emma and I from the boredom of our routine.

After months of stagnation, the change came about very quickly, taking on a momentum of its own. I'd been both relieved, yet surprised when Evie so readily accepted my offer and indicated Eden's excitement to move to Florida as well. They arrived several weeks later; and the four of us quickly became a new, combined, unusual kind of family living together under one roof.

Luckily the girls had no problem sharing Emma's room, Evie's childhood bedroom. While Evie moved into the guest bedroom, my old bedroom. I'd offered to pay for an Airbnb while they looked for something their own, it would be a business expense after all, but Evie demurred, assuring me they could make do until they found something.

Emma and Eden were quickly thick as thieves, instantly inseparable, their long distance friendship effortlessly transmutable. And when both announced that they wanted us all to go to the beach for a week for Eden's imminent 19th birthday, it sounded like a great idea.

In an effort to truly get away, to put some distance between us and 'home,' I'd called in a few favors from business associates. A friend of a friend of a friend had a house on one of the islands and let me have a cut rate for a week. A short 90-minute puddle-jumper plane ride later, and here we all were in the Caribbean, for the first true vacation since well before my wife had become ill.

"Thanks, for everything, Evie. Really. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't come... back." It still felt weird to call it home. Evie had been gone since she was 18, more than half her life.

"It's nice to be back, I'm sorry it took what it did to make it happen... but I'm glad to be... home," Evie said before offering her longneck bottle to toast. There was so much unsaid between us, so much of the present still to negotiate, let alone the deep vein of the past to mine for catharsis and acceptance. Only two months into our new reality, Evie and Eden moving in with us days after the college student's sophomore year ended, the newness remained overwhelming, but we were chipping away at it in our own way.

Evie casually questioning if Eden and Emma had fooled around and if it was possibly genetic was the first time either of us had ever directly referenced our own long buried past, and I wondered if now was the time to confront it, or would it ruin our vacation?

Though only little more than a year younger than me, Evie had still always been my 'little sister' growing up. Sometimes best friends and co-conspirators, sometimes bitter enemies, our mother's death had driven us together, before fate ultimately drove us apart.

I was already dating my wife-to-be, Melonie, at the time. We were attending the local community college, living the life of a typical middle class 19-year-old boyfriend and girlfriend: classes, fucking, parties, fucking, hanging out, more fucking... repeat.

Mom's diagnosis and rapid decline put pause to all that, and despite the seriousness of our relationship and Melonie's support and selflessness during that time, I had been unsure if we would 'make it.' But we did make it, and for nearly 20 years Melonie was everything I could have asked for: wife, partner, lover, best friend.

Sure there were arguments and periods of disgust and over-familiarity, but those were thankfully brief and our life together left me with my best memories, and of course, Emma. The 19-year-old, about-to-be college junior has been the light of my life since the moment I raced to the hospital from work and saw her in her mother's arms.

"She's sexy, isn't she," Evie smirked, as if tapped directly into my subconscious. "It's okay, I certainly don't blame you. The way she bums around the house all but nude... Not like you can help noticing," she giggled, draining her beer.

"You guys are a bad influence," I jested, throwing her and her daughter's penchant for being scantily dressed around the house back at her. A habit Emma instantly adopted, her usual long t-shirts and full panties instantly shrinking to thongs and crop tops once her cousin and aunt began flaunting their comfort with their new living situation, only days after arriving.

Not that I was complaining. There was an intimacy in their shared comfort that I desperately missed.

"You know I never liked clothes," Evie replied with a mischievous snicker.

-- --

I knew my sister was referencing her penchant for sleeping nude when we were young. Something I had suspected but only discovered proof of the morning after her 18th birthday. It had been a long day and a late night celebrating her new adulthood, Mom throwing a daylong pool party and allowing Evie and I to indulge in a few beers once the crowd had dwindled to trusted friends and family.

Mom wasn't feeling well the morning after and asked me to wake my sister as noon approached. It wasn't unusual for Evie not to respond to my knocks and I gently turned her doorknob intending to scare her by yelling, but froze at the sight that greeted me that morning.

I wasn't a stranger to incest porn or stories at 19. I found them insanely hot, the idea so naughty it never failed to get me off. Still, what started as just an occasional indulgence when I was in the mood for something more intense than regular porn, had become way more than just a naughty kink for me. The need to partake grew, and incest stories had become a regular, daily part of my fantasy life.

Once that kink of family members fucking had sunk its claws into me, I suppose it was only a matter of time until I allowed that perverse lust to cast it's shroud over my own family members.

I did resist thinking about my own mother sexually for as long as I could, which was maybe two whole months, but I suppose it was inevitable I would cave, given how beautiful Mom was. Smart, kind, funny, loving, I truly adored my mother growing up. That she was truly beautiful never escaped me (or my friends) either. She was very often compared to the actress Lolita Davidovich.

But I thought Mom was even hotter than the actress and my initial promise to myself that I would never think about my own mother sexually was quickly broken and Mom had become the regular focus of my fantasies by the time I was in college.

For some reason though, I had managed to avoid thinking about Evie sexually; somehow thinking about my little sister, who I had always felt responsibility for despite our close age, wasn't the same type of turn on as Mom, who I couldn't help imagine using her very womanly body to mother me in many new ways.

But that changed that late morning, opening Evie's door I was greeted by her naked backside, her nude body on top of her sheets, on her side, facing away from me. I was frozen in place for several seconds taking in the sight of her just-legal perfection.

I'd always known Evie was pretty and wasn't aloof to her blossoming body. She seemed to split her time between only either her high school volleyball uniform or revealing bikinis, but I had done my brotherly duty, not allowing myself to confuse her comfort around me with flirting, as well as dissuading classmates from pursuing or harassing her.

That day was the first time I'd had a primal reaction to her.

I stood frozen in Evie's doorway, stunned by her nudity and beauty, until I heard Mom stirring down the hall.

"Evie... Evie," I barely managed to whisper before stepping into her room and closing her door behind me with a guilty gulp.

Unable to stop myself, I carefully crept to the edge of her bed, my eyes devouring her nakedness.

Leaning to peer over her shoulder, one breast came into view, heavy and plump, the painfully puffy nipple practically begging to be kissed and suckled.

Despite my comfort with incest, this suddenly very real lust for my little sister had me shaking with nerves.

My throat dry, I swallowed painfully as I checked her face; peaceful, unmoving, slack in seeming unconsciousness.

Looking over her just turned 18-year-old body, it was as if someone had waived a magic wand and suddenly my little sister was the sexiest girl I had ever seen, and there she was naked, within reach, and I wanted to touch her perfect flesh so badly.

I managed to stop myself from reaching out and touching her, but couldn't stop myself from rubbing my wicked erection through my shorts.

I made a devil's bargain with myself and slipped my hand inside my shorts to stroke my aching cock as I stood over my little sister wondering why I'd never allowed myself to acknowledge before how beautiful, how... god damned sexy... she was.

I strained for a better view, carefully leaning over her, taking in her ripe tits and flat stomach, before following the curve of her amazing ass, bending to peer between her closed thighs, her bald mound peeking between her perfect cheeks.

I don't know what would have happened, what I might have done, if I hadn't heard Mom call from the kitchen. I snapped out of my lust filled fog and quickly and quietly made to exit Evie's room, but stopped, catching movement out of the corner of my eye and briefly panicking before realizing it was just my reflection in the mirror on the other side of Evie's bed. I hadn't even noticed it before and I took a brief moment to stop and take in the reflection of her nude front, my eyes sweeping up her body to her sleeping face.

My whole world dropped as my eyes met my sister's in the mirror, Evie wide eyed and smiling back at me.

"Get up," I said angrily, mad at myself for my weakness.

I stomped away, shaking my head, berating myself, nervous and scared. Unsure what would happen.

I found Mom in the kitchen saying she was feeling better and laying out sandwich stuff for lunch. We were soon joined by Evie, wearing a scant bikini and wishing us a very chipper, 'Good afternoon.'

I avoided eye contact with my sister, but felt her eyes on me, seemingly boring holes into me, and I wondered if it was just my guilty imagination until I finally worked up the courage to look at her.

I found Evie smiling. A huge, obviously purposefully, exaggerated smile. Her whole face upturned in enjoyment, holding my gaze, staring as if daring me to look away. My heart pounded hard in my chest and my stomach dropped, the turkey sandwich I was constructing suddenly became very unappealing.

I was nervous, sweating, hastily attempting to finish making my sandwich and retreat to my room instead of the pool as originally intended, when Mom announced she wasn't up to any sun and was going to spend her Sunday getting caught up on TV.

I almost panicked; instinctively I'd hoped Mom's presence outside would delay whatever confrontation Evie intended. I watched Mom walk towards the living room and slammed the last of my sandwich together intending to make a hasty retreat when Evie hip bumped me.

On any other day I would have simply bumped her back and a brief 'bump fight' would have ensued.

But as afraid as I was to look my sister in the eye, I was many levels more scared to touch her, there was an electricity I'd never felt before, a magnetic attraction I was terrified to give in to.

I just kept imagining being back in her bedroom - and my hand reaching out. I almost moaned, imagining her softness, her firmness, her warmth.

I just stood there in the kitchen, frozen, struggling to contain my perverted lust and shame as Evie bumped me again, her bare hip slamming harder into my thigh; my swim shorts the only fabric preventing skin on skin contact.

"Perv," Evie whispered. The word hung heavy in the air like a fog, quickly spreading until it filled the room. My mind raced, what was my sister's intent? Regardless, I knew this couldn't continue, and we certainly couldn't have this talk inside.

"Outside," I nearly whispered, briefly glancing at Evie as I gave up avoiding her, before heading through the sliders to the back patio.

I sat with my paper plate in my lap, my stomach still churning.

I couldn't resist the habit of turning to look back at the noise of the sliders opening, and watched Evie walk towards me, flip flops snapping, hips swishing, boobs giggling, a huge smile on her gorgeous face. Fuck me, I thought, seeing her differently despite my desperate hope I wouldn't. Suddenly my little sister was the hottest girl I knew and my cock involuntarily thickened under my plate.

Evie threw herself into the chaise next to mine, still smiling, still taunting. She cheerfully took a big bite of her sandwich, and held my gaze as she chewed, her delight in my discomfort obvious.

I tried to think of something to say. I was desperately holding onto plausible deniability, hoping against hope she wasn't actually aware the depth of my perverse feelings.

"Did you want to touch me," Evie asked.

So much for plausible deniability I sighed seeing my little sister's self satisfied grin.

I wasn't sure what made me madder, that I found her attractive or that I had given her a position of power over me, which she was so obviously enjoying.

Part of me thought I should apologize, but part of me wanted to tease her back, say something smart that would swing the balance of power back my way.

But there also was a part of me that wanted to say yes, to admit my newly discovered desire for her body and hope my little sister shared my perverse lust. I imagined her throwing her sandwich aside and climbing into my arms, lustily kissing me as I groped her outrageously hot body.

Despite my familiarity and comfort with the concept of incest as kink, I found it frightening that that part of me existed, that I was actually seemingly ready to risk everything for an opportunity to indulge in my own sister's physical treasures.

"I saw your hand in your shorts in the mirror," Evie giggled, "You should have taken your dick out. It's not fair you got to see me naked, but I didn't get to see you."

Evie said it like it wasn't the most inappropriate thing she'd ever said, and I wondered what she wanted to happen. I didn't have to wait long.

Evie glanced back at the house quickly before looking me in the eye and saying, "Pull it out."

The seriousness of her look caused my cock to flex painfully in my shorts and I saw her grin knowingly as she glanced to my crotch and back, and then asked, "Don't you want to show me how big it is?"

"I can't," I managed to croak.

"You owe me," she replied.

This was serious between us. One of us owing the other was how we settled most differences, often with Mom serving as referee and usually just the threat of involving Mom was enough to force one of us to concede.

Obviously I was desperate to avoid Mom knowing anything about what happened, but I was also desperate not to admit owing my sister and certainly did not want to have to settle the debt by exposing myself while Mom was just inside.

All I could think of was to force the issue, hoping Evie would chicken out, "It's not like I got to see everything," I explained smugly, "you were on your side."

Again Evie checked behind us, then looked at me and rolled her eyes and smirked, "You could just ask," as she proceeded to pull her bikini top down, exposing her amazingly firm, impossibly perfect tits, before then sliding down in her chair, spreading her legs, and pulling her bottoms to the side, baring her plump, bald mound. "Show me and I'll let you look inside," she teased, wetting a finger in her mouth before pushing it through her delicious looking fleshy slit.

I stared disbelieving as my little sister very willingly exposed her perfect, impossibly firm tits, and beautiful, succulent, pink pussy.

I was right to be scared of that part of me that wanted her, I could literally feel the primal part of my brain overriding all rational concern as I lifted my hips and pushed my shorts down, my painfully erect penis standing at attention, excited to be exposed, and proudly saluting my sister's sexiness.

My heart pounding, I sat there on our back patio, rock hard dick in the wind as Evie stared at it. "Stroke it," she instructed. It was a dare and I willingly complied as if I had no choice. Evie moaned and reached down, spreading her pussy open with two fingers while still stroking one finger up and down her rapidly moistening gash.

I watched her trace her opening and grunted as my sister giggled, lifting her legs up on the arms of her chair and shifting a little so I could see her flesh tunnel open before me.

Evie threw her head back and sank her finger inside herself and immediately began plunging it in and out, her other hand moving to her clit and rubbing. "I was hoping you'd touch me... it wouldn't have bothered me," my little sister offered, letting the confession hang between us.

My little sister admitting she would have been okay with me molesting her singed my synapses, short-circuiting my brain, and I grunted like a caveman, slamming my fist up and down my cock, "Uggghhh, fuuccckk."

"I kinda wondered if you did... what else you'd do... like, I wondered if you wanted to... you know," she questioned with a bashful moan, biting her lip.

"Are you serious?" I groaned and watched my sister just nod her head as she bit her lip, her eyes heavy.

We sat there watching each other masturbate and it wasn't long before I announced, "Evie, fuckkk, I'm gonna cum..." I was beyond control. I was pounding my dick hard, my fist slapping against my groin, the excitement creating an uncontrollable desperation in me more intense than any other 'first time.'

I saw my little sister tense up and look around. I was about to tell her I couldn't stop when she stopped rubbing her clit with a groan and held out her cupped hand in front of my cock, "In my hand, Brandon. Do it in my hand. I wanna watch it shoot."

I quickly stood and leaned over Evie, rapidly stroking like a mad man, too horny to care about the risk of Mom seeing.

I watched Evie bite her lip as she kept plunging a finger in and out of herself. She looked up at me with heavy eyes, and said with a breathy pant, "Do it."

I tensed and shuddered as my cock exploded and rockets of thick pearly semen fired into my little sister's upturned palm with audible splats.

I heaved and gasped until spent, then staggered back, falling into my chair, nervously looking back at the house as reality washed over me. I was beyond relieved to see no sign of Mom, yet still suddenly guilt ridden for having just jerked off in front of my little sister.

Onto my little sister, I corrected myself; watching as Evie smiled, holding her semen painted hand to her face and examining it before pulling her finger from her pussy and tentatively touching the thick goo.

"It's hotter than I expected," she blushed, gently swirling the gooey ropes together in her palm.

She pulled her finger back, examining the thick glob of white slime before cautiously sniffing it and scrunching her face, "What's it taste like?"

"I don't know," I answered.

"You never tasted it." she questioned, and watched me shake my head.

I shuddered watching my little sister's thick lips part and then close around her sperm coated finger. There was delight in her eyes as her cheeks hollowed.

Evie giggled before closely inspecting the rest of my cum in her hand.

I watched enraptured as she leaned down and her tongue extended, tentatively poking the gelatinous puddle in her palm.

Seeing my thick white semen stuck to my little sister's lapping tongue made me wince as my tender cock instantly re-inflated. Watching her swallow and then smile as she excitedly took another lick made me fall in love with her as a man.

Evie's eyes darted between my once again hard cock and my face as she tilted her palm, my jizzum sliding into her eager, wide-open mouth. I watched her swish her tongue through the thick goo before closing her mouth and gulping. Evie giggled as she hurriedly licked her hand clean, hungrily slurping my remaining cum with cute little moans before offering an embarrassed giggle when she was finished.

"You never tasted it before. What about..." I questioned, shocked. Evie had had a couple of boyfriends and I had assumed she was no longer a virgin.

Evie shook her head, "I've sucked dick, but I always make them cum on my tits," she informed with a shrug before adding, "But I like it... You taste good," she told me with a big bashful smile growing on her face.

My sister glanced back at the house again before quickly sitting up and pulling her bikini back in place. "We can do it again sometime. I mean, if you want to," she grinned as she adjusted her bottom.

"Yeah, okay," was all I could manage in reply, watching my sister giggle and make her way to the side of the pool before diving in.

The day was surprisingly normal; somehow we were able to carry on as if we hadn't crossed a very taboo line as we took turns tanning and swimming.

A few hours or so later, Evie climbed out of the pool and dried herself. It took me a few seconds to realize she was posing, purposefully turning this way and that, exaggerating the view she was offering me.

She smiled when she saw she had my attention before announcing, "Guess I'll go take a shower, I might be a while... knock if you need to come in for anything," she smiled, turning and walking away.

My cock shot up at the possibilities of her announcement, I waited for as long as I could stand, likely not more than a few minutes, before I excitedly went inside. I figured I should make sure Mom wasn't likely to come looking for us for any reason, and stopped to check on her in the living room. We talked about dinner and Mom asked if I was going to take a shower. She laughed; telling me all the hot water would be gone by the time Evie was done. Mom even mentioning Evie in the shower had my cock expanding again and I moved behind a chair to hide it.

Moments later I made my way down the hall towards our shared bathroom, pausing at the door, giving myself one last chance to walk away. I realized the shower wasn't running, and used curiosity as my final excuse to knock - tap, tap.

"Brandon?" I barely heard through the door.

"Yeah," I managed to say.

"It's not locked," came the reply. I cautiously turned the knob firmly and slowly, and pushed the door open.

Evie was naked, sitting on the counter, back against the mirror, feet on the countertop, legs spread wide, frantically rubbing herself. "What took you so long?"

"I wanted to make sure Mom wouldn't be coming back here," I explained, never making eye contact, my gaze glued to my little sister's leaking pussy as she forcefully pushed two fingers through her swollen, wet lips over and over.

"Hurry, I want to watch you cum again," was all she said, and it was all the invitation I needed, my shorts were on the floor and my dick swelled and pulsed with excitement.

I stood naked and erect in front of my sister, my cock a foot away and at the perfect height. One step forward and...

As if reading my mind, Evie announced, "I don't think we should fuck, that okay?"

I made eye contact for the first time and my heart melted, this beautiful, hot, sexy girl, so needy, so horny - apparently asking if I intended to force her to have sex - was also still my cute little sister.

"It's fine Evie. We don't have to do anything you don't want to," I assured her, my heart expanding at the smile and "Thanks," she gave me through lust lidded eyes as she continued to rub herself.

"Fuck you're so sexy... I can't believe I never noticed before," I confessed.

Evie moaned and bit her lip, shoving the two fingers inside herself and throwing her head back with a loud groan.

"Shit, shhh," I cautioned, stepping closer, my cock now nearly touching her.

We both looked down at our nearly joined genitals, and I briefly wondered if my little sister would change her mind and ask me to push my hard cock inside her.

"Fuck, if you weren't my brother I'd let you fuck me Brandon. That big thing would feel so good... mmmm... fuckkk," Evie panted, this time holding eye contact as her mouth slowly went slack forming a big 'O'.

I fisted my cock and beat it like I was mad at it: tight, rapid, unrelenting. This was no marathon stroke; this was a sprint to the finish. I huffed and groaned, "God, Evie."

"Do it on me this time. Shoot it on me, I want to feel it all over me," my sister huffed, staring at me, begging.

It was only moments before it happened, we came together, Evie biting her lip hard and her whole body shuddering, her toes clenching in spastic jerks as she tried to swallow her moans.

"Oh fuck... I'm ready!" I gasped, unable to hold it any longer and watched Evie yank her hand away giving me the clear canvas of her torso to paint. And paint her I did as my orgasm exploded, shooting thick pearly ribbons of hot jizzum onto my little sister's stomach and thighs and pussy mound with wet, heavy splats. Rope after rope smeared her taught flawless skin. God, I wanted to touch her, feel her... fuck her... so fucking bad.

I gasped and braced myself against the counter, leaning into Evie, shaking my tightly fisted cock until it was spent, our bodies nearly touching, our faces inches from one another; our heaving breaths hot against each other's face.

Evie leaned forward and kissed my cheek sweetly, with a big smile, "Thanks, Brandon."

Then I watched as my little sister eagerly draged her fingers across her stomach, scooping up my cum. She brought her hand to her face and smiled, her eyes narrowing to focus as she played with the thick goo, watching it stretch between her fingers.

She giggled catching a glob before it fell and held eye contact with me as she wrapped her lips around her semen covered fingers and sucked them clean with a lusty slurp.

"You're a dirty girl," I smiled.

"Not really, but I kinda want to be," she told me, scooping up more of my jizz and licking her fingers clean again. "I guess I thought if I was bad with you, you wouldn't tell anybody," she confessed.

I suddenly understood, at least mostly. Evie wanted to experiment, but with someone she trusted - me, her big brother. She didn't want me to be her boyfriend; she wanted me to be her big brother, but with benefits. A lot of feelings coursed through me, not least of all a slight pang of jealousy and disappointment, imagining teaching my little sister how to be a better lover for a boyfriend, but I quickly decided I could accept that as I watched her eat my cum, "Yeah, of course... Our secret," I assured my sister and returned her a quick kiss on the cheek. I turned and grabbed my shorts, "Hurry up in the shower okay?"

"Wait... just get in with me," she blurted.

I just looked at Evie, shocked.

"It'll be quicker if you help me and then you can stay in." It was hard to argue with her logic. It... would be quicker... if I helped her shower.

Nothing happened in the shower, unless you count getting to run my hands over her amazing body under the pretense of helping her bathe.

I washed Evie's back and hair and she hip bumped my cock gently before rising up on her toes to kiss me sweetly once more, this time on the lips, before she stepped out and wrapped a towel around herself and hastily left me to my shower with one last naughty grin.

The kiss was quick, tender, delicate, but also electric, erotic, and world changing. I wanted more. I needed more. More of my sister.

To say I was distracted that following week would be an understatement. The end of the school year was upon us, Melonie and I were in the midst of finals, Evie was preparing for her high school graduation, and Mom continued to be under the weather.

It was a stressful week, I did feel guilty for what Evie and I had done, guilty for 'cheating' on Melonie, and guilty I wanted so badly to do it again. The visions of my little sister nude and masturbating and eating my cum played on endless loops in my head. The feel of her lips on mine haunted me. My cock was seemingly never less than half-mast all week.

It was the next Saturday before there was an opportunity for anything to happen again. Mom left early to hit the yard sales and flea market with Aunt Jackie.

Despite having gotten in late the night before after attending the first of many end of school year parties, and Melonie and I having snuck off to an unused bedroom to fuck, I woke up early and horny, eagerly anticipating what might happen with Evie.

I laid in bed for what seemed like a long time after hearing Mom leave, debating what to do, wondering if Evie might come to my room, or worried that she might have reconsidered her desire to do something again, while also wrestling with my ever present guilt.

It probably wasn't as long as I imagined before I gave into my lust and approached my sister's bedroom door. I was tempted to simply walk in, but settled for lightly knocking. My gentle taps were met by Evie's equally gentle, "Come in."

Evie was flat in bed, covers pulled up to her neck.

"I... I wasn't sure if I should...." I stammered.

"God, I've been waiting since I heard Mom leave," Evie offered exasperatedly before tossing her covers off, exposing her naked body. "I almost came to your room," she giggled.

"Fuck, you're so hot, Evie," I couldn't help observing. "Holy shit..." I muttered, stepping to her bedside, my eyes roaming over her nudity as she spread her legs with a purposeful, naughty grin.

"You gonna take your shorts off," she asked, still giggling.

"Oh yeah," I smiled quickly shoving my shorts down and kicking them away, my cock bobbing only inches from my little sister's hand.

Evie stared at my cock before looking me up and down, "You're pretty hot too. I mean for a brother," she giggled.

My breath caught as I watched my sister touch herself, her plump pussy still as bald as last week. I could only stare as she ran two fingers through her already soaked lips before spreading herself open, baring her insides.

"I was playing with myself, waiting for you to come. Really, I've been playing with myself all week thinking about your cock... and your yummy cum," Evie stated with a breathy moan and heavy eyes as she masturbated right in front of me again. A shudder ran through me considering this was possibly our new 'normal.'

"I've been thinking about you all week, too," I confessed.

"Sorry if it makes things weird with Melonie..." Evie offered.

"It's okay," I assured her, though I knew none of this was okay.

Then I blurted, "Are you a virgin?" I'd been dying to ask all week.

My sister giggled, "No, Cameron and I fucked a few times, but he always wore a rubber."

"Oh, okay," I responded when she didn't extrapolate on her admission, a little surprised my baby sister wasn't more experienced.

"Guess I was kinda scared of cum because of Mom getting pregnant so young," Evie said and my heart bled for her, I was acutely aware of Mom being over protective with my sister.

Evie just stared; glancing to my cock and back expectantly.

"Do you want me to..." I asked, gently gripping my cock with a hopeful look.

"Yeah, Brandon. Do you maybe want to cum on my face this time? I've seen it online, but never done it" Evie asked bashfully, somehow seemingly unsure I would want to.

"Fuck yeah, Evie. I'll cum wherever you want," I chuckled.

My little sister matched my chuckle and the laughter broke the tension and awkwardness between us. I began pumping my cock, letting my eyes freely roam my sisters amazing body, her long legs, toned from three years of varsity volleyball. Her flat stomach and trim hips, her thin arms, and of course her larger than I ever realized tits, as well as the most succulent pussy I had ever seen, a plump mound bisected by a barely noticeable pink crease.

Evie spread her pussy wide as she rubbed and fingered herself, the bubblegum pink inner lips only exposed when manually pulled apart. God she was wet, and beautiful, and god her juices looked thick and delicious.

"Do you and Melonie fuck without a rubber," Evie asked, nearly breathless. I simply nodded. "You cum inside her?" Again I nodded. "So fucking hot," my little sister moaned, scrunching her face and arching her back as she began to batter her box with purpose.

"Fuck, Evie, any guy'd be lucky to cum inside you," I said without thinking, my incaution rewarded by my sister's loud moan and shudder. Her tits wobbled as her body tensed and racked. I could tell she was close and started stroking myself with purpose.

My sister and I watched each other, Evie biting hard into her bottom lip, me willing myself not to cum to quickly.

"You're body is amazing, Evie," I announced.

"Connor and Cameron weren't big... like that," she told me, her eyes darting to my cock and back. "Dicks are so cool. Does it feel good, stroking while you look at me naked?"

"Yeah, real good," I almost laughed.

"Even though I'm you sister," Evie teased.

"Because you're so fucking hot," I told her.

"I seen those naughty magazines under your bed. Am I as good looking as those girls," Evie asked seriously, her hand gaining speed.

I was breathing heavy, the excitement almost too much, my little sister naked, asking if I thought she was as hot as a porno mag, "You're better looking, Evie... fuckkk," I grimaced, then added with a grunt, "Especially naked. You're body is better than those girls!"

Evie smiled, "Thanks, Brandon. For some reason it's hot that you think I'm hot," she giggled and focused on my cock. Then she tentatively reached out and dragged a finger through the per-cum leaking from my piss slit. I watched her eagerly taste it, "Wow, that's even yummier than the thick stuff," she smiled simply and went back to concentrating on watching me.

After a few moments, Evie tentatively asked, "What about those other books you have... the ones about incest... Mom's a MILF, do you think about her like that?"

I hesitated before nodding. Part of me was afraid to admit that truth to anyone, but it also felt good to confess my secret.

"What about me?" she then asked point blank.

A shockingly simple question, yet it sent a horny shiver through me. I choked my cock with a groan and confessed, "Not until this week."

"Not until you saw me naked?" Evie giggled, grinning knowingly.

Again I could only nod.

Evie grinned and said, "I wanted you to see me, Brandon. I was getting up. I heard Mom tell you to wake me up. I jumped back in bed and pretended to be asleep. I wanted to see what you would do."

Her confession rocked me, "Fuck, Evie. This is so naughty. I can't believe how fucking sexy you are. I'm sorry I never noticed before," I confessed to my little sister.

"Perv," Evie smirked. "I kinda wish you weren't my brother, I'd date you in a heartbeat," she announced sweetly.

"Oh, god, Evie, if I wasn't your brother..." I told her, feeling my orgasm on the brink.

Evie threw her head back frantically masturbating her pussy as she molested her plump tits. "What would you do to me, Big Brother... if I was your girlfriend? Tell me while you stroke your big dick," my little sister teased in a breathy pant.

I stood over Evie and stroked myself, my cock as hard as it had ever been.

"Would you fuck me hard or gentle, Brandon," my sister groaned, not giving me the chance to confess my wicked thoughts. "You want to fuck me hard, don't you. You'd slam that big thing in and out of me. I bet you'd you make me get on my knees and spank me while you fucked me like a little doggy. God your big cock would stretch me so tight..." Evie moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head, her fingers a blur strumming her clit.

"I'm gonna cummmm, Brandon... fuccckkkkkk," my little sister squealed.

"Me too," I gasped, pounding my cock ruthlessly and leaning to aim it at Evie's face.

My little sister stared at my cock, only inches from her face, as she cried out, "On my face Brandon, pretend I'm a slut like one of those girls in your magazines. Do it big brother, fucking cum all over mmeeee..."

It was all the encouragement I needed, I shuddered, bucking my hips, hammering my cock into my fist as it erupted; thick, heavy ropes of jizzum exploded onto my sister, obscenely streaking her beautiful 18-year-old face.

Evie squealed and flinched when the first blast of my semen slammed into her cheek, but then she moaned and leaned her face closer, smiling as my cum exploded onto her, streaking her face, as she gasped and shook and spasmed through her orgasm.

It was the sexiest thing I'd seen in person, her perfect body tensed and shuddered; her freshly frosted face proudly presented, her mouth hung open, her eyes scrunched tight, "Uggghhhhhhhhhhhhh," she cried.

I huffed, gasping, spent, as I leaned over Evie, one hand on her headboard, the other still gripping my cock, shaking the last of my release onto her, spattering her face with my last drops of semen.

Evie relaxed with a loud sigh, sinking into her bed, throwing her arms wide.

I stood staring at her cum covered face, thick ropes of gooey sperm stuck to her flawless skin like glue. "God, you look so hot. Your pussy gets so wet," I observed as she licked her gooey fingers.

"I like being naughty," Evie smiled, wiping my cum out of her eye, blinking up at me before scooting over, making room for me to sit. "Here," she said patting the empty space, "I know you like watching me eat your cum."

I sat, my sister's pussy so close my mouth watered, but my attention was focused on her face. I watched my little sister squeegee her cheeks and forehead, scooping my cum with her fingers and briefly playing with the thick goo, a look of curious awe as she spread it between her fingers, "It's so neat, so warm and thick and slippery. There's really like millions of little sperm swimming around in it?"

I nodded and watched my sister excitedly eat those millions of sperm, sucking her fingers clean with a lusty slurp and a naughty giggle.

My cock began to recover quickly, stiffening watching Evie hungrily devour my creamy seed and I wondered if she might change her mind and want to do more? Even if we didn't fuck there was still so much we could do and I couldn't help imagining her spreading her legs and letting me kiss her sexy thighs before eating her amazing looking pussy.

My mouth watered. I wondered if my sister would taste better than my girlfriend. I wondered if she could resist wanting to do more once I was between her legs. I was fighting the urge to reach out and run my hand up and down her thigh and see how long it would take for her to spread her legs for me.

I was entertaining the thought of my sister on her knees lovingly sucking my cock, or holding her body tight to mine as she rode my cock, when we suddenly heard the front door open and close and the tell tale sound of our mother depositing her purse and keys before walking down the hall.

Evie sat up alarmed, and we both shushed each other with nervous smiles until our mother passed her room. I quickly put my shorts on and made to quietly exit my sisters bedroom, but not before offering her a big grin which she returned while sexily sucking her finger between her pursed lips.

I mimed swiping my chin with my fingers, watching Evie follow suit and collect a large string of cum dangling from her chin. She smiled before popping the errant blob in her mouth.

Somehow, I forced myself to leave my little sister's room with a silent groan as I adjusted my once again erect cock in my shorts.

I later found out Mom had started feeling bad again and when I expressed concern she said she assured Aunt Jackie she would make a doctor's appointment first thing Monday.

Of course we had no way of knowing that was the last 'normal' week of our lives at the time. Mom's doctor visit turned into many and one day I came home to find Aunt Jackie (not technically family, Jackie was Mom's best friend) sitting somberly at our kitchen table. She gave me a big smile and asked how my day was, but she'd obviously been crying.

Mom came in and gave me her usual greeting of a smile and a kiss on the cheek before announcing, "Family Meeting when your sister gets home." Mom rubbed my arm reassuringly, but my heart sank knowing that surely meant bad news. A 'Family Meeting' was Mom's way of dealing with difficult things. Yet, I was still unprepared for the brutal brevity of the news.

Aunt Jacky and I made idle conversation waiting for Evie to get home before Mom joined us and informed us of her diagnosis: cancer, stage four, terminal.

The doctor's thought she could have six to nine months.

Mom lasted two.

The first month wasn't particularly unusual except for the cloud of sadness that hung over us, and Mom needing to take it easy as much as possible. But we all put on a brave face and acted as if nothing was wrong most of the time, including attending Evie's high school graduation.

People were always around those weeks after news spread; even Mom's brother flew from Germany to see her. He promised to come back in eight weeks, none of us yet realizing she wouldn't have that long.

I'll assume I don't need to explain that nothing happened between Evie and I after Mom's diagnosis. Crisis has a way of focusing the mind and whatever either Evie or I thought was going to happen between us, 'our fun,' and all fun for that matter, was put on immediate hold. We were simply brother and sister again, neither of us had the capacity for anything complicated and life was instantly reduced to the bare necessities as caring for Mom quickly took up all our time.

The last two weeks were hell. I wouldn't wish it upon anyone. We watched the life drain away from our mother day by day until she was an unresponsive shell of herself: bedridden, shrunken, and struggling to breath.

Despite help from Aunt Jacky and twice daily visits from hospice nurses, there is no relief when your existence is reduced to changing diapers and administering hourly pain medication for your suffering loved one while awaiting the inevitable.

I did my best, owning up to my position as the oldest and prioritized Mom's well being above all else. That comes at the cost of neglecting everyone else in your life, most especially yourself, but what option is there?

Evie and I watched our mother's final breaths on a Thursday night. Aunt Jackie and the hospice nurse leaving the room to allow us to say goodbye as Mom's hollow, rattling breaths grew ever more ragged and shallow before they finally ceased altogether.

It was nearly midnight by the time the funeral home workers left with Mom's body. The hospice nurse left soon after, medications disposed of, paperwork completed, appointment with the funeral director set. Evie and I hadn't been apart since Mom's last rattling gasp, we'd collapsed together sobbing and wouldn't let go of each other's hands for the hours we sat numb at the kitchen table as the business of death was conducted around us.

We assured Aunt Jackie we'd be fine and would meet her at the funeral home as she hugged us and walked to her car wiping away tears. Evie and I stood staring blankly out the door for God knows how long.

Looking back, I'm not sure what was more shocking, realizing your parent was dead, that you'd never again see or talk to the person that had been a daily part of your life, for all your life? Or the thought that life was supposed to just go on, that somehow you're expected to carry on and move forward despite such profound loss.

My sister and I went through the motions of locking the house up, turning off the lights, and 'getting ready for bed.' I remember brushing my teeth and feeling like I was pretending, pretending to still be me. Pretending things were normal. Pretending 'normal' still existed.

At some point Evie announced, "I don't want to sleep alone."

"Oh, yeah... yeah, of course," I stammered. I let her lead the way to her bedroom and we crawled into her bed together. I held my little sister tightly, realizing we were all the family we had, and we both sobbed until we fell asleep.

Our father had never really been in our lives, and permanently gone since I was four years old. I only have a few random memories of there being someone that was 'dad,' but more a figure than an actual person. Evie has none. By our mother's account our father hadn't ever been reliable as either a partner or father and his being gone had been more a relief than a burden.

Mom's brother was a career military officer and stationed in Europe. They kept in touch but rarely saw one another. The couple of times I'd ever seen Uncle Jack, I didn't remember him from the previous time. Mom's parents were also deceased by this time.

All this is to say it was just the three of us growing up, Mom, Evie, and me, so I was grateful and receptive to Melonie's unwavering devotion and the kind support of her parents, who made great effort to be of assistance during that time. As well as Aunt Jackie, who managed to do so much despite having her own family to care for.

But none of that replaces family, especially a parent. And despite both Evie and I technically being adults, I can honestly say I was suddenly scared, frightened in a way I'd never been before. Scared of the future, of what's next, realizing I had no safety net to fall back on, no wellspring of knowledge or advice, no one who had only my wellbeing at heart to rely on.

I was the loneliest I'd ever felt. All I had left was my sister, whom, despite the recent sexual turn in our relationship, I still felt largely responsible for.

When I came to the next morning Evie and I were still spooned together, my arms still wrapped tightly around her. As my senses returned, I realized my cock was hard and pressed into my little sister's ass. I was grateful we were clothed, but knew if Evie were awake she would certainly still be able to feel my erection.

I made to pull my hips back when I felt my sister grab my hands and hold me tight.

"Don't. It feels nice," she said, not turning her head to face me.

"Okay," I whispered.

"Don't go anywhere," Evie pleaded.

"I won't," I assured her.

We lay there, my cock poking into my sister's ass until I felt her let go of my hands. My initial thought that she was ready to end our embrace and get out of bed was quickly replaced by shock as I watched Evie lift up momentarily and pull her shirt off over her head before I then felt her shimmy her panties down over her hips and push them down her legs, kicking them off somewhere under the covers.

"Take your clothes off," my now naked little sister said simply.

"Evie..." I started to object.

"Please, Brandon, I need to feel something else, something good. Please," she pleaded, still not looking back at me.

I can't say what was the deciding factor. I really didn't have in my mind wanting to do anything with Evie because of the circumstances, but I suppose I couldn't resist her offer either, knowing my sister would in fact feel nice. So I quickly pulled my shirt off and shimmied out of my shorts, only briefly hesitating before pressing my cock against her bare ass and wrapping my arms back around her, pressing my bare body to hers.

Evie moaned, "Mmm, thanks Brandon."

I just held Evie, unable to think of anything to say until I felt my sister grip my hands and move them up onto her bare tits. "Evie, Jesus," I groaned.

She giggled and pressed my hands against her, making me squeeze her tits, "That a good Jesus, or a bad Jesus?"

Unable to stop myself I squeezed and groped my little sister's perfect 18-year-old tits, moaning, "Definitely a good Jesus. Holy fuck, Evie, you feel good."

"You too," she responded and I felt her push her hips back, my cock burrowing between her ass cheeks. "Mmm, I knew you wanted to," she told me, shimmying her ass with a giggle.

I knew it was distraction, the need to feel anything other than the sadness and pain and loss, and the responsible part of me wishes I could tell you I was able to resist giving into the heat of the moment, but I can't.

Evie shimmied and moaned and pushed her hips back and groaned as I squeezed her tits and pinched and pulled on her swollen nipples. When I felt my cock slide across her moist heated groove, I groaned and buried my head in the nape of my little sister's neck, "Ohhh, Evie... Are you sure?"

I got a breathy pant in reply, "Yeah... I want to."

"Ohhhh, fuck, Evie," I groaned when I forced my cock into her, pushing through her soft heat. She was warm and wet and tight and felt so fucking good.

"Ugghhhhh," my sister moaned. "Fuck... Brandon... yeah..."

I pushed my cock into my sister as far as I could. Fuck she felt amazing. I pulled back and pushed in harder, eliciting a moan from Evie. I groaned in her ear, "God, Evie... Fuck, you feel good..."

"Brandon, mmmm... Fuckkkkk... fuck meeeee... Your dick feels soooo fucking gooood..." my little sister groaned, rolling her hips.

It was slow and tender and gentle for several moments. We were comforting each other, using our bodies to make each other feel good. To feel needed, and wanted, and desired. To feel safe.

That need soon got the better of us and I started to thrust into Evie, my hips soon bucking against her ass. "Mmm... fucke me Brandon... fuck me..." was all the response I needed to hear and then it was suddenly animalistic, our months long simmering taboo desires boiling over as we grunted and fucked... hard. We were desperately trying to bang away our pain, our hurt, our sadness.

Evie and I were joined in a way I'd never felt with any girlfriend, even Melonie. There was a trust and intimacy and comfort that I felt completely lost in.

There was just the two of us, our need, as we fucked, racing towards release.

It wasn't long before I felt my orgasm rising and I grunted, "Evie... ughhhh... where?"

"Inside... ohhhh, godddd... inside me, Brandon..." Evie gasped.

"Fuuucckkk... ughhhh... you sure, Evieee?" I gasped, pumping away.

"Yeah, big brother... ugggghhhh... I want... want you inside me... all day..." Evie groaned and I felt her fingers flick against my balls as she frantically rubber her clit.

We were a freight train with no brakes as we fucked and fucked until I reached the point of no return and slammed into Evie one final time and ejaculated with a roar. "Fucckkkkkk, Evieeeeeee," I heaved and spasmed, flooding my little sister's pussy with sperm.

"Ughhhhh.... Brandonnnnnnn..." Evie cried out as she shook and trembled in my arms.

Only an hour later we were pulling into the funeral home parking lot to find Aunt Jackie already waiting for us, as well as Melonie and her parents, whom I hadn't expected.

It was certainly thoughtful and nice of them to be there to offer support, but I'd be lying if I didn't admit I felt like a piece of shit sitting between my girlfriend and my little sister, each holding one of my hands, as I glanced at Melonie's dad, wondering if he somehow knew, could sense, that I'd cheated on his daughter, with my own sister no less.

Despite the awkwardness and 'heaviness' of planning my mother's funeral with my girlfriend's and her parent's beyond kind, loving, and generous support; all I could think about was getting back home, back home with Evie, back into her bed and back inside her amazing pussy.

And it wasn't that I wasn't still attracted to Melonie. I very much was. But only one of the women holding my hand that day had the added benefit of being someone who truly shared my pain, while also sharing the thrill of being someone I absolutely, under no circumstance, should ever have had sex with. If you know, you know.

When Melonie and her parents invited themselves back to our house to 'talk.' I expected a support group type situation; 'We're here for you if you need us.' 'You need to talk to a lawyer.' 'You'll need to have the utilities put in your name.' Etc. That kind of thing.

And back at the house, the conversation started more or less like that, "We here to support you however we can..."

When they were done, Melonie's parent's looked at Melonie, obviously expecting her to jump in.

I'm not sure I can properly frame what happened next or it's ramifications, but the bon mot of sympathy I'd expected from my girlfriend instead was a live hand grenade tossed onto a gas soaked pile of emotional kindling, "Brandon, I'm pregnant."

I honestly don't remember what my reaction was. I think all I heard was static until I saw the looks of confusion on the faces of Melonie and her parents and realized they were staring at Evie like she'd grown a second head. It was at this point that my brain started processing sound again and I realized Evie was laughing hysterically. My sister and I looked at each other and I started laughing too.

Talk about timing. I can still feel the sheer panic and terror of that moment, the intense world ending, soul destroying anxiety that coursed through me like I'd been poisoned, like my life had been taken away from me, perversely combined with the spark of joy of knowing I'd created a new life.

I felt split in two. Part of me saw myself with Melonie, our life as a couple and parents. And part of me saw myself with Evie, together as a couple, but forced to spend our lives pretending we weren't, or weren't brother and sister. I knew I was being forced to choose in that instant; I could have a wife, and I could have a sister, but the world wasn't going to allow me to blur those lines. I wanted to cry... the unfairness of it. But all I could do was laugh.

I haven't often allowed myself to revisit or reconsider that day, that choice, over the years, that choice that wasn't really a choice, but whenever I have thought about it, it still makes me want to cry. And it still makes me laugh. Sometimes that really is all you can do.

Things moved very fast after Melonie's announcement. Evie and I were basically never alone together again, certainly not intimately.

Evie suddenly announced that she was taking her part of our small inheritance and transferring to a college in Arizona.

I was shocked and sad, and felt guilty as hell. I had a new family to turn to, a wife, in-laws, and soon a child. I didn't want to loose Evie, but I also thought I understood that maybe moving away, putting a great distance between us, was her way of coping, of moving on.

We'd never discussed what happened, or what might have happened. How we felt about it. What we wanted. There just didn't seem to be room for 'what if' anymore. But I never escaped me that Evie bore the brunt of my decisions and I was well aware how unfair that was.

Melonie and I were soon married. I went to work for her dad while I finished school at night. The two of us, and soon our daughter, settled into my mom's house, where we've lived ever since.

To say the house is haunted would not be incorrect; all homes are to some extent, especially if lived in long enough to experience loss and grief and trauma, and especially generationally.

Luckily, I've also experienced plenty of good times in my home over the decades. Wholesome, tender, loving, funny moments I'll never forget with my mother, sister, wife, and daughter.

There are also constant reminders of my teenage lust for my mother, her death, and the taboo... fun... my sister and I had. Especially since Evie's old room has been Emma's bedroom for the past 19 years.

Nearly every time I've gone to knock on my daughter's door, I flash back to that morning when I pushed the door open to find Evie naked.

Every day spent around the pool has been haunted by the specter of my little sister gamely pulling her bikini aside and exposing herself to me.

Every time stepping foot in Emma's bathroom is a reminder of that day my sister and I masturbated and showered together.

And whenever I've sat on my daughter's bed, I couldn't help but think of that Saturday when my little sister gamely asked me to cum on her face.

Or that terrible night Evie and I spent comforting each other, and the following morning we spent... physically unburdening ourselves.

Everyone searches for reasons and excuses to explain why things happen, and I've spent many years shouldering that burden, accepting it was my fault; I had embraced the taboo and subsequently lost both my mother and my sister, both the women I dearly loved and had incestuous desires for.

Perhaps shouldering the blame was a form of cold comfort. If it was my fault, then I had the means to control my feelings, I assured myself as my daughter matured.

Except I couldn't control... it... I could control my actions, but I couldn't control that part of myself that had... those taboo feelings... those disgraceful thoughts... those pathetic needs.

It did occur to me after I first reacted to how my daughter was maturing, and then again when my wife was diagnosed with cancer, how could this be happening again? Why?

Maybe the house or land really was cursed, truly haunted, maybe it was built on Native American burial ground or something?

It's not, I did actually check. Though, in truth, all of Florida is Native burial ground to some extent.

I struggled, debating my culpability and pondering my guilt as I began to react to my daughter; I'd embraced the taboo when a teenager - had I invited its curse, a lifetime of incestuous interests? Or was I simply a victim of it?

Likewise, the cancer that had claimed my mother, and decades later my wife; was it penance or happenstance?

Had any of it been a choice, was the result simply the culmination of poor decisions? Or was it all down to fate, the random lottery of genetics and environment?

They say being gay isn't a choice. Could the same be true of incest? Was it genetic, did my family have a predisposition to genetic sexual attraction? If so, obviously I had it. My sister had it. What about my daughter and my niece?

Had I invited Evie to move back, and back into the house, hoping she had the answer? Hoping she was the answer?

-- --

"It must be weird, living there all these years, especially with Emma in my old room? And now with both Mom and Melonie having died there? It has to be difficult, but I am glad you kept the house," Evie stated sympathetically.

I knew she knew the answer, so I deflected with a question of my own, "Is that why you never asked for your share of the house?"

And she hadn't. I'd offered several times over the years, especially after I'd taken over running the company from my father-in-law, but Evie always demurred or deflected my offers.

Evie shrugged, "I guess it was nice knowing it was always there. Always home. I guess it was a way of holding onto a part of Mom and... us. And I think part of me always thought I would end up coming back."

A light bulb went off over my head and I suddenly felt stupid for not thinking it sooner, "You can have it! You can have the house. You and Eden can live there, or sell it... whatever you want! Emily and I will find something to buy."

As I said, I'm not rich, but I could swing this, and it would kill a few birds with one stone was my thinking. It would give Evie and Eden space and privacy. It would repay Evie for allowing me to live there rent-free all these years. And it could be a fresh start for Emma and me.

Evie looked at me like I'd grown a second head. "I just got back and you want to get rid of me already?"

"What? No. No! That's not... I just thought... I mean there's four of us and only three bedrooms." I stammered.

Evie looked at me seriously, "I knew it would take time, but I thought... once you were ready... once you were... ready to move on... that..." Evie paused searching my face for something I obviously wasn't getting before she threw her hands up in exasperation, "I thought three bedrooms would be enough!"

She said it like I was dumb, and when I finally got it, after doing the math in my head, I felt fucking dumb - and shocked. In over 20 years, we'd never talked about it. Never acknowledged it. It was the past. It really wasn't on my mind when I asked Evie if she was interested in moving back and taking over the Pilates Studio. Or when I offered she and Eden could simply move in. As the tumblers of her statement clicked into place I struggled to make the pieces fit. "How would that work, we have kids?" I posited out loud.

"You're worried the girls wouldn't accept it," Evie questioned.

"Aren't you?" I responded, incredulously.

"If I was, I wouldn't be here," Evie announced, jumping to her feet and striding off towards the water, seemingly in a huff.

I couldn't wrap my mind around exactly why she was mad, it wasn't like we had ever discussed... being together... but obviously she was.

Evie couldn't expect us to simply restart our physical relationship from decades ago with both our grown daughters living under the same roof and only thin walls separating us, could she?

My head whirled. Society's rules still applied. As much as some things have changed in the past two decades, more hadn't. Whereas gay marriage may have become largely accepted, incest was still illegal and something that had to be hidden.

Could the girls have a different view? Was this something Evie and Eden had discussed?

It certainly wasn't something I'd ever even dreamed of discussing with Emma. Despite my willingness to indulge in fantasies about my daughter, I never allowed myself to believe she shared my kink for the taboo.

But maybe there was something about the house? Or something genetic? I had to at least consider it, didn't I?

I was rationalizing, grasping, hoping, wishing...

But I couldn't help it, watching Evie's amazing ass bounce as she strode into the surf.

I watched my sister, her daughter, and my daughter convene in the water. I tried to tell myself I wasn't the topic of conversation, but my Spidey senses were tingling.

Minutes later Emma approached purposefully, emerging from the surf, dripping wet, striding through the sand, clearly on a mission.

I gave her a big smile, "Hey, Doodlebug. How's the..."

I never got 'water' out of my mouth before my daughter interjected, "Why do you want to move? Why don't you want to live with Eden and Aunt Evie?"

"I... That's not... not exactly what I said. Or meant!" I tried to assuage my daughter, realizing she was also, apparently, actually angry.

"Then why can't we live together," Emma asked pointedly.

"We can! I just thought they'd want their own space," I offered with a shrug.

"Well they don't. And I don't want them to move out or for us to move. I like our house, and having them here... and living together," I was informed.

"Okay, my bad. Sorry I assumed more space was a good thing," I said defensively, hands up in surrender.

I was grateful to see my daughter's face relax as she calmly informed me, "If we need a bigger house than we should agree to look for one, but it's dumb to split up just because we might want more space. I mean, Eden and I can keep sharing a room so Aunt Evie can have her own room... if that's part of it?"

My brain was already playing catch up, but the gears lurched, trying to parse her wording and insinuation when she continued, "We can swap rooms, so she can have her old bedroom back, if that's part of it. But we shouldn't move just because of bad memories, there're good memories there too. And we can make more. Aunt Evie thinks so too."

Of course that's how a 19-year-old would see things. And of course she was right. And this wasn't the first time Emma had offered permanently sharing a room with her cousin, or swapping rooms, as a solution.

I had blown off the suggestion the few times it was previously brought it up, figuring the girls were simply being polite, and continued to assume long term, we still needed a solution that allowed for more privacy.

But now, somehow, I seemed to be the only one not on the same page.

Obviously Evie moving into the master bedroom and sleeping with me wasn't an option I had consciously entertained. Not even remotely. It had been 20 years. But now... Was Emma suggesting that? No... she couldn't be... Why would she? How could that possibly work? Could it work?

I was starting to get a headache; too many things were suddenly competing for bandwidth - the sun, the beer, the heat, the shimmer, my hot daughter, my hot niece, my hot sister. My hot sister who evidently thinks we should... restart... our brief sexual relationship from nearly two decades ago, 'When I was ready...' Fuck me.

Rubbing my temples, I told Emma, "Look, this is all too much for me right now. Of course we can stay living together if that's what everyone wants. We should talk about this together, decide what everyone needs and wants. Okay?"

"Thanks, Daddy," Emma smiled and leaned into kiss my forehead.

Well I expected a forehead kiss, but what I got was a quick, wet, peck on the lips, followed by a quick, "You're the best," as she hopped up and jogged excitedly back towards her aunt and cousin, arms raised in victory, exaggerated swish in her hips.

The kiss caught me off guard, and I watched my daughter's amazing thong (not) covered ass bounce freely as she skipped through the sand. I was surprised when she looked back and caught me looking and even more surprised when Emma only offered a big grin and glance down at my crotch.

My cock had been at half chub from my sexy sister's unexpected... offer... expectation... revelation... Now it was at full chub seeing my daughter's possibly knowing glance and the naughty thoughts that were fighting for influence in my mind.

Maybe it is genetic, or possibly something to do with the house. Or maybe I'm just a dirty immoral pervert. Whatever the root cause, it had been my burden to bear. Mine and mine alone. I never had any illusions about that.

Even though I admit my daughter's blossoming beauty had never escaped me, I also have never done anything more than observe and appreciate. Nor did I ever have any intention to do more than observe and appreciate. I never peeped or tried to take advantage of any situation to spy or walk in on her changing or anything like that.

I'm proud I've been able to provide my daughter a comfortable and opportunity filled upbringing. And I'm proud of the woman she has become. She's bright, kind, curious, and hard working.

I worked hard to be a good father, I certainly never said or acted inappropriately in any way. I've never hinted, or suggested, or discussed, or joked, or brought up sex around Emma beyond the necessary 'birds and bees' talks her mother and I had with her.

Now, that doesn't mean there was nothing to see. Emma was always carefree and confident in her looks for good reason. She is naturally pretty and has an amazing, long and lean body. She's one of those girls that can wear anything and look great in it.

However, it being Florida, she tends to wear as little as possible most of the time. And yes, she also looks great in bikinis, shorts, tank tops, halter tops; or just panties and a cropped or sleeveless t-shirt, her now usual at home attire.

Despite temptation, I've always been a father first, man second where Emma was concerned.

Despite having lusted after my own mother.

Despite having briefly experienced incest with my sister, Evie.

Despite Evie moving back with my equally beautiful niece in tow.

Despite now having three beautiful, sexy, often barely clothed, women living with me.

Despite all this, I had drawn a line and maintained it.

I looked out at the three girls in the surf, the seriousness of the past minutes appeared gone as they laughed and splashed. Evie caught me watching and smiled and waved for me to join them.

I found myself questioning how Evie and I being 'together' would... could... possibly work?

Even if our daughters somehow magically accepted it, what about that line I had drawn? What would happen to it under those circumstances? Do I - can I - just simply redraw it? Can I allow my sister on one side of the line and keep my daughter on the other side? And what about Eden, my equally gorgeous niece? I sighed, shaking my head as I rose and walked towards the water. Oh boy.

I've never been particularly spiritual or mystical, (or perhaps even moral), even in the face of hardships, but I couldn't help the nagging feeling that possibly something larger was at play. Some force maneuvering the pieces of all our lives into place. Possibly setting the stage for us to truly be a different kind of family.

You're rationalizing... fantasizing... making excuses for being a pervert.

It was cold comfort to think I was solely responsible for my feelings, for my interest in something as wicked as incest, that if there was no higher power at play, then I could simply choose whether to indulge myself or not.

Walking across the sand my half-chubbed cock begin to pump full of blood as I imagined having sex with all three of the women - all three family members - I was about to join; an incestuous harem in the middle of suburban Florida.

Don't be ridiculous.

But... is it ridiculous?

I'd made love to my own sister, once, decades ago, but I had been more than prepared to continue doing so for as long as... what? For as long as possible? Until Melonie found out about us? Would I have chosen my sister over my wife if forced?

I'd never been forced to answer that question. The world, society, my in-laws, but most importantly, Melonie getting pregnant, had made my decision for me. But now?

I waded into surf with a full erection.

I wanted to fuck Evie again.

I'd never not wanted to. You can at least admit that, I confessed to myself. Now she was here and not only willing, but expectant.

What about Eden, my niece? God yes, I'd fuck the 19-year-old beauty in a heartbeat. The admission sent a shiver through me.

And Emma? I'd always told myself my daughter couldn't possibly share in my taboo interests; she couldn't possibly harbor any sexual thoughts about me, her father. I'd told myself she would move on, meet someone, get married and have children of her own - live a normal life.

But was it possible she didn't want that? Didn't want normal?

I felt my cock flex painfully as I considered what I would do if I found out the answers to that.

I blew out a deep breath, almost a sob, as the truth crashed over me like a wave... you'd fuck your little girl if she let you.

Suddenly I was jumped from behind, dunked in the surf. I emerged to find Eden laughing before jumping into my arms. "I'm glad you're not kicking us out," she teased with a bright smile as she wrapped her arms and legs around me.

She feels so good, was all I could think, feeling my hard cock rub against her. "That's not what I meant. I love having you here."

I suddenly realized I meant it; I loved the girl. Not that I hadn't before, but she'd simply been my adorable niece who I sent presents to, but only saw maybe once every few years on holidays or vacations.

Looking at the woman in my arms, I felt all that time and distance fade away. There was a palpable connection between us. I wasn't prepared for the depth of feeling and hugged my niece tightly, confessing, "I love you. I don't want you to go anywhere."

I thought I should feel foolish. I was on the verge of tears. Thankfully Eden responded by mashing her lips to mine before pulling back and smiling, "I love you too."

I let her go and watched her giggle and smile as she swam with her mother and cousin.

God, if she were three months younger, she could be my daughter too.

It had been years since the thought had announced itself. I'd been suspicious 19 years ago. Evie just hadn't seemed like the type to run off and get immediately pregnant, especially with someone who wouldn't stick around. But four months after Emma's February birth, Evie called with the surprise news and emailed pictures of Eden.

Four months was long enough, June made it nearly a year since we had been together. I accepted it and never asked. I buried my suspicion, for all our sakes, and every June for the past 19 years I've sent birthday presents and well wishes to Arizona.

A deluge snapped me out of my reflection as Emma splashed me, followed by Eden, and I chased the teenage beauties, diving out of sight and springing up to startle them. Hoisting them on my shoulders and throwing them into the tepid ocean water, their laughter a balm for my disquiet, grieving soul.

Sometimes it's the simple things you remember most.

The girls floated off after a bit, letting me catch my breath, leaving Evie and I alone. I can't deny the skin on skin contact with my daughter and niece had me excited.

When the girls were out of earshot my sister floated close and put her arms around my neck, "I'm sorry about Melonie, you know? I loved her too. I was lucky to have her as a sister. She was nice and smart and pretty. And from what she told me, she liked being dirty for you... handcuffs and blindfolds and roleplay and toys..." she teased with arched eyebrows.

"I didn't realize you talked... like that," I admitted.

"Girls keep secrets better than boys," my sister told me.

I chuckled; I wanted to say, 'If you say so.'

I felt like I had done a pretty good job of keeping secrets, but I didn't have the energy, I was in self-preservation mode. I was overwhelmed and felt like my grip on reality was slipping. I wasn't up to talking about the past. I was still carrying too much of the recent past around with me.

Evie looked around before pushing her body against mine and wrapping her legs around me. Luckily we were up to our chests in the water so hopefully it still looked like she just had her arms casually around my neck as we talked.

My little sister looked up at me with a serious look, "So, is it that you're still not ready to fuck me, or you just don't want to?"

"Jesus, Evie," I sputtered, my eyes darting around to make sure nobody heard her. "I... How?.. We..."

Before I could form a cogent question Evie dropped one of her hands down to my rock hard cock.

"Hmmm..." my little sister smiled, wrapping her fingers around me through my shorts. "There he is. I've missed him. You know..." she said, leaning her head back, her hand starting to stroke me as she looked at me seriously, "... I never really got to touch it before," she informed me. "I watched you stroke it, I watched it cum, I felt it inside me, felt it cum inside me. But I never got to stroke it... or suck it. I've been thinking about sucking it for 20 years." Evie hung her head with a pout and I shuddered feeling her hand worm its way into my shorts and her slender fingers wrap around me, skin on skin.

I gasped at the feeling and the memories of what we had done flooded through me anew, 20 years of secret longing was quickly rising to the surface.

Giving into the feeling I incautiously wrapped my arms around my sister and pulled her tight and kissed her.

We'd never kissed like that, like lovers. Our lips smashed together, hungry. Out tongues in each other's mouths, poking and probing.

That morning 20 years ago, as we got out of bed and hurriedly went about the business of getting ready to go to the funeral home, we briefly kissed. More than siblings, more than that quick peck in the bathroom weeks earlier, but not a fully passionate, post coitus kiss of practiced lovers, more a bashful 'til later' kiss. But later never came.

But now it had, a second chance, I thought, and for a brief moment, standing in the surf with my little sister in my arms, I was 19 again, infatuated with her, ready to let nature, kismet, or just plain animal lust take it's course.

But of course I wasn't 19, I was 40 and a widower and father and uncle and brother and homeowner and business owner and taxpayer and all the other responsibilities and titles and labels that denote a life being lived.

"How?" I forced the question from my lips, not sure if I hoped or expected Evie might have some magic answer.

"You think Emma doesn't see how you look at her? How much you watch her? Does she seem like it bothers her?" my sister answered my question with her own, her eyes serious, penetrating. "You think Eden hasn't noticed how you look at her too... And Emma? You think she isn't a little jealous, that she isn't competing for her... your... attention?"

"Jealous? What, why... how... you..." I plotzed.

My sister lovingly smiled, tracing her finger along my jaw, "You still haven't figured it out..."

Before I could confirm my ignorance Evie smiled and shook her head, "I know you always felt guilty about you and me, but you are projecting our upbringing onto the girls. Have you seen how much incest porn there is now? You really think they have a problem with the idea?"

"You're not serious," I asked disbelievingly as I glanced around to find Emma and Eden bobbing in the surf in the near distance, watching us, giggling like true teenagers when they saw me looking.

"Well, I figure there's two ways to find out," Evie said, getting my attention again. "We can ask them," she offered, and seeing my less than convinced reaction, added, "Or we can just get on with it, sleeping in the same bed, and letting them hear us fucking, and see how they react. Though that seems a tad passive-aggressive, don't you think? They are adults after all. They should get a say."

I shook my head; "I'm not asking my daughter or your daughter if they're okay with... incest... with us... fucking."

"You're so old fashioned... It's cute," Evie smiled, tapping my nose before she leaned in to kiss me once more. It was a quick but hot and serious kiss and Evie broke our embrace, questioning seriously, "I guess the real question is do you want us to be a family?"

As she floated away leaving me to pull my shorts up over my still very hard cock, I couldn't help feel the answer was yes. We were family. Why shouldn't we be a family?

"What's going on," Emma and Eden asked in unison, suddenly only feet away.

"Your... My brother... is having a hard time with something," Evie announced and I watched all three girls share a look as they giggled.

"Is it something we can help with?" Emma grinned as she asked.

"I don't know, it's a big, hard problem," Evie said with a smirk as the girls continued to giggle.

"So, it might take all of us to... handle it?" Emma observed, giving me a focused stare.

"All of us?" Evie asked, her deceptively simply question had a weight to it. A weight the girls somehow seemed clued into.

"If we put all our heads together... I'm sure we can solve any problem. Even big, hard ones," Eden suggested with a big smile.

"Yeah, as a family," Emma informed, still staring at me.

"Yeah, as a family," Eden added, still grinning.

"So, family meeting then? Somewhere private?" Evie suggested.

"Yeah." "Yep." "Somewhere private..." Emma and Eden chimed in together, smiling.

It was hard not to feel like the target of a conspiracy as I watched the three girls laugh and smile in agreement before Evie looked up and down the beach.

"Those trees down there," she pointed.

My sister, my daughter, and my niece all smiled and giggled as they began to wade towards shore. Soon I was watching their all but bare backsides rise from the surf and bounce as they excitedly skipped through the sand towards the stand of towering palms and tropical overgrowth at the far end of the beach.

Past the sign announcing: 'Clothing Optional - Public Nudity Allowed Beyond This Point.'

"Are you coming?" Evie's question was met with laughter as the girls kept glancing back.

"C'mon, Daddy," my daughter said with a look I'd never seen from her before: sexy, purposeful, adult. She wasn't asking.

Eden turned, walking backwards and quickly looked around before pulling her top off and spun it over her head. I watched her large, prefect teenage breasts bounce free before she grabbed them, squeezing and shaking the plump flesh with a naughty giggle as my sister and daughter squealed in delight.

The girls disappeared into the brush before I realized I was halfway up the beach, my obscenely tented shorts pointing the way.

I glanced around; grateful no one was close by.

As I passed the clothing optional sign I flashed back to 20 years ago, standing in Evie's doorway, the morning I found her naked in bed.

And only a short while later, exposing ourselves to each other by the pool.

And that afternoon, finding her masturbating on the bathroom counter.

And the next week, when I found my little sister waiting for me naked in her bed.

And then that sad morning after our mother's death, when my little sister welcomed me inside her body.

All those same feelings coursed through me again as I walked across the hot sand: the heat, the excitement, the unbridled lust.

I knew I was crossing the same threshold now as I had then. I thought I should want to stop, to turn around, to protect myself and my sister and especially my daughter and my niece from my perverted taboo lust, but it wasn't just me that wanted this I told myself.

I carefully stepped through the brush, finding the girls all topless. Emma and Eden were in each other's arms and I watched my daughter lean into her cousin for a deep wet kiss, her eyebrow arching sexily when she saw me watching. I watched her eyes glance down towards my tented shorts and we held eye contact for a second. Then she gave me a naughty grin before groping Eden's bare tit and squeezing.

Eden smiled as Emma fondled her, giggling at me before pulling Emma's mouth to hers again. I stared, watching their tongues wrestle wetly. God, they look like sisters.

That thought again, except I couldn't push it away. This time I didn't want to push it away. I wanted it to be true.

Evie's body pressing into mine broke my stare. Her hard nipples stabbed my chest and her hot breath on my neck was like a magic spell as I felt all reticence and inhibition fade away. I wanted her so badly. Fuck it. I grabbed my gorgeous sister and pulled her body into mine, my hands sliding all over her curves as our mouths met and tongues dueled. Grabbing her ass, I realized Evie was naked and I moaned into her mouth.

I broke our kiss when, out of the corner of my eye, I caught Emma kneeling before Eden, pulling her bikini bottom off and tossing it aside, and burying her head between her... sister's... legs.

I allowed myself to feel it. It felt true... I have two daughters.

Then I felt my shorts being pushed down and I passionately kissed my sister again. Then, holding Evie's head in my hands, I asked my little sister "Is Eden mine?"

"Yes," Evie said, nodding, tears in her eyes.

I kissed her hard as I shimmied my shorts down my legs and kicked them away. "I love you so much. I love all of you. I want you. I want all of you. It's all I want," I confessed.

Tears of joy fell down my cheeks as my sister pulled me to the girls before sinking to her knees and stroking me, "I love you too Big Brother. We all do."

I watched Eden push Emma back from her crotch with a groan. My daughter wiped her wet chin with the back of her hand, smiling up at me with heavy, lust filled eyes, before turning to watch her aunt stroke me.

Eden joined the others kneeling, glancing between each of us and my hard cock repeatedly as her mother stroked me.

"Here," Evie offered, pushing my cock towards Emma, who grinned naughtily as she took over.

I watched my daughter's dainty fingers wrap around my flesh for the first time and start to push and pull the taught skin back and forth, her eyes narrowing in awe.

"Give it a kiss," Evie suggested as she untied Emma's bikini bottom with a naughty grin before tossing it aside.

I stared down at my daughter's bare mons pressed between her perfect thighs as she stroked me until I caught her glance and watched her grin before puckering her lips and gently kissing the purple head of my swollen cock with a smile, "I love you, Daddy."

The girls all shared a giggle when Emma pushed my swollen wand towards Eden who excitedly took it in her palm, hefting the weight before gripping it and starting to stroke me with a wondrous smile, observing, "Mom said it was big."

I watched Evie lean over and kiss Emma. I watched their lips mash and tongues wrestle and couldn't help think it seemed well practiced. Fuck me, what have I been missing out on?

"Ohhhh, Fuckkkkk!!!" I groaned, my concentration broken by the warm wet enveloping my cock. I looked down to see my dick in Eden's mouth, her lips sliding over my rigid flesh as Evie and Emma broke their kiss to watch and squeal in delight.

"Sorry," Eden said, pulling her mouth off my pole just long enough to apologize. "I couldn't wait any longer... Dad."

I glanced between the three women, finding all giving me an accepting nod, confirming I was the last to know.

Eden's eyes were fixed on mine as she pressed her tongue against my rigid flesh and licked the length. I wasn't sure what she thought in that moment, but I was relieved it was no longer a secret and my heart bled for the little girl who had grown up without a father. "I love you so much," I moaned, reaching to caress her cheek.

"I love you too... Daddy," she smiled, leaning back, tears in her eyes, as she masturbated me. Then I watched as she slapped my cock against her outstretched tongue before hungrily taking me back into her mouth.

I watched her thick lips slide over my erect flesh. "I'm really glad, really happy to be your dad. I'm sorry. I wished I'd known. I would have been there for you," I told her, the backs of my fingers sliding over her cheek. My heart leapt as I watched her smile and moan lovingly around my cock.

I stood watching my former niece suck my cock while her mom and sister watched and giggled between kisses, and wondered if I'd died and gone to heaven, grateful and truly amazed at how fast things could change for the better.

I watched Evie push herself against Emma's back, one arm snaking around her niece's body to grab a handful of plump teen tit flesh, the other pushing down over my daughter's taught stomach and worming between her legs.

"Godddd... babieee..." I groaned, feeling my cock stab the back of Eden's throat and instinctively I grabbed the back of her head, pushing my hips forward, forcing my cock down into her throat.

"Look at that," I heard my sister pant and looked to see my daughter moan, her wide eyes glued to her sister's sucking mouth as she hunched her hips on her aunt's hand which was busily rubbing between her thighs.

Evie gave me a devilishly naughty wink as she molested her niece, pulling on Emma's swollen nipple until she moaned, bit her lip, and leaned back against her aunt with a whimper.

I felt Eden pull off my cock and watched her gasp for air as she coughed, her eyes red, spit dangling from her chin.

She looked up at me with a bashful smile as she wiped her chin.

How could I have allowed this ruse to go on so long, I cursed myself. I'd missed 19 years. I was determined I would make it up to my daughter any and every way I could.

I realized all I wanted in the world was to please these three women, to protect and love them: my sister, my daughter, and my other daughter.

"God sweetie, you are so beautiful," I smiled down at Eden, caressing her cheek. She smiled and glanced between me, her mother, and sister.

She looked at Emma as if seeking permission and my daughter smiled at her and said, "Yeah, it's okay. He's your dad too. Ask him."

Eden smiled and looked up at me and I saw the love and passion in her eyes as she panted, "Do you want to fuck me?"

"Mmm... Do it Daddy. Give it to her, Daddy. Fuck her. Make her cum all over your big cock." I looked to see Emma staring up at me with lust filled eyes, her chest heaving, and her hips grinding against her aunt's busy fingers as she gave me her naughty blessing.

I reached out the caressed her face. It was all too much. More than I could handle.

Touching my child as she raced towards climax in my sister's arms and encouraged me to fuck her sister.

The devilish enjoyment on my sister's face as she masturbated her niece, and nodded along with her plea to fuck our daughter.

And of course, our hot, sexy, secret daughter asking me to do the one thing no father should ever do.

I was reduced to animal instinct.

"You're sure?" I questioned, locking eyes with Eden.

I watched as she bit her lip and nodded before lying back in the sand and spreading her legs for me.

She reminded me so much of her mother, the same beautiful face, outrageously fit curvy body, big firm tits, and the same perfect plump pussy.

I knelt between Eden's gorgeous legs and lowered my body onto hers.

"Ready?" I asked, my cock gently stabbing into her wet, heated slot.

I watched Eden's eyes widen and she nodded, "Yeah, Daddy. I've been ready."

"Oh, fuucckkk, baby," I moaned, pressing my hips forward, forcing my cock through her sticky wet entrance and sliding into my own child's hot fleshy depths with one firm push.

Both my daughters groaned as I sank into Eden.

I heard Emma and Evie's ragged breathing. Emma was obviously approaching climax. Evie was obviously enjoying masturbating her niece while watching me penetrate our daughter.

I was soon pumping in and out of Eden's tight 19-year-old pussy, her hands sliding over my back and gripping my shoulders and arms as I feasted on her gravity defying fat tits, hungrily sucking one, then the other, attempting to stuff as much of the firm delicious flesh into my mouth as possible.

Her eyes heavy with lust, Eden mewed and moaned and rolled her hips, as she looked up at me and groaned, "Daddddd... God Yeahhhhh... Fuckkkkkkk.... You feel soooo gooood... uggghhhh."

I felt another hand on my thigh, sliding up over my ass and onto my back, lovingly caressing me, "Fuck her Daddy. Fuck her. Make Eden cummmmm...." I heard Emma moan.

I fucked one daughter as the other caressed me and climaxed beside me in her aunt's arms, my sister groaning pornographically, "Your dad's fucking your sister. You can't wait until it's your turn, can you? Wait til you feel that big thing inside you, Daddy's going to stretch this little pussy so tight."

I felt Emma dig her nails into me as she groaned and cried out, "Dadddiiieeeeee."

Eden and I were grunting like animals as I started to slam myself into her, "God... baby... fuckkkkk."

"Ughhhh.... Dad.... Yessssssss," my cute little niece turned sexy daughter moaned, pulling my head to hers and sticking her tongue in my mouth.

Sweat dripped from my face as one daughter moaned "Harder Dad... fuck me harder..." while I felt the other loosen her vice like grip on my shoulder as she groaned through her climax, "Ugghhh... Aunt Evie... ohh fuckkk... uggghhhhhh."

For several moments there was only the sound of heavy breathing, groans, grunts, moans, and the wet slap of dick pounding pussy until my sister's naughty snicker instructed, "Tell your father to cum inside you, baby."

"Mmmm... yeah Daddy... Do it... Cum inside Eden... Fill her up..." I heard my daughter groan and I saw Eden look to Emma and reach out to her and their fingers entwine.

Eden looked up at me and pleaded between grunts and moans and groans, "Yeah... Do it Dad... Cum inside me.... Give me your cum... Fuck me like you fucked Mom... Fill me upppp."

My daughters held hands as I thrust and grunted, "I'm gonna cum... Daddy's... gonna... cummm..."

Eden just looked up at me and nodded rapidly, mouth open, boobs bouncing, then she smiled and groaned, "In me Daddy... pleassseeee... cum inside me... I want it."

I slammed myself into my daughter and grunted, exploding into my little girl's pussy, filling her with pump after pump after pump of incestuous jizzum.

I collapsed onto Eden feeling her shudder and jerk as an orgasm racked her teenage body.

We held each other as we came down from our highs and regained our breath.

We kissed for several moments, soft gentle kisses, until I rolled off her into the sand with an exhausted groan.

I watched Emma turn her head back and kiss Evie before breaking their embrace, then I watched her smile at Eden as she crawled between her legs and, with no hesitation, buried her face in her sister's just fucked pussy.

I watched, amazed, and looked towards my sister to find her grinning naughtily as we watched our daughters lez out in front of us.

Eden groaned sweetly, rolling her hips as Emma moaned and slurped and sucked he sister's pussy hungrily for several moments before then crawling over Eden's body and taking her face in her hand, forcing her mouth open.

My deflated cock jerked painfully, expecting what I was about to see as Emma hovered over Eden before spitting a giant glob of my jizzum into her sister's waiting mouth.

"Fuuckkk," Evie and I both moaned as the girls rose to their knees and kissed passionately, their tongues sliding through the milky semen, passing it back and forth before both swallowed with lusty gulps and gasps.

The girls shared another deep kiss before giggling and presenting their empty mouths with wide-open 'ahhhs.'

"I think you girls must have rehearsed this," Evie observed; to which each of the girls each gave a bashful giggle.

I stood and pulled Eden to her feet, her naked body against mine. "I love you. I guess we have a lot to discuss, but I'm really proud to be your dad." Tears welled in both our eyes and Eden leaned up, pressing her mouth to mine and we kissed tenderly.

We broke our kiss and Eden helped Emma stand as she slid into my arms. I caressed my little girl's naked body, feeling my cock grow against her stomach. I palmed her tits and kissed her neck, telling her, "You are so beautiful, baby."

"You have to fuck me next, Daddy. Promise." my daughter informed me with a breathy pant as I slid my hands down to her bare ass and squeezed, assuring my little girl, "I promise, Doodlebug. God, I've wanted you for so long," I confessed, my still leaking cock sliding across her stomach.

I watched my daughter look down and smile before dragging a finger through a just smeared big blob of cum.

Emma looked up at me with a naughty grin as she popped her sperm coated finger in her mouth and sucked it clean.

"Hmm, hmm." I heard Evie and assumed she was impatient for her turn for an embrace, but was shocked to see her and Eden's attention focused behind us.

Emma and I turned, surprised to see an older couple watching.

"Please do not mind us," the man, maybe two decades older than me, said with a thick European accent.

"Yes, very sorry to intrude, but you look so vruce... so... hot... together. Vee could not help ourselves," explained the woman with a broad smile.

"We will give you back your privacy. It is just nice to see... the family way... still exists," the man offered pleasantly.

"Yes! You have a very lovely family," the woman smiled before they turned and walked away.

"I think we've outstayed our welcome," Evie offered before kissing me deeply.

We managed to find our suits and get dressed before sheepishly exiting the tropical brush, grateful to find nobody nearby except the now nude older couple who were setting up their chairs. They casually bid us a fond farewell, but not before asking if we would be back tomorrow, to which Evie laughingly answered, "We're here all week."

Walking down the beach, we were on a sexual and emotional high. Evie and I held hands as the girls laughed and giggled, trotting ahead and glancing back often.

"Sorry I lied about Eden. I didn't want to cause any problems with you and Melonie, so I left when I found out I was pregnant. And then I lied about her birthday, it's really March by they way. I thought I would tell you one day, but the longer I waited, the harder it was," Evie explained.

"I'm sorry too. That you went through that alone. That wasn't fair. I think I always knew though... in a way. I allowed myself not to question it. For the same reasons, I guess," I attempted to clarify.

"I'm sorry it took Melonie dying to get us back together. I used to imagine telling her about us and Eden and her being okay with it and all of us being together." Evie offered.

I couldn't help chuckle at the thought of my wife accepting the news my sister and I had been lovers and had a child together. "I don't know about that," I laughed. "But we're together now. Family."

"Better late than never," Evie announced, pulling my arm over her shoulder as we walked.

"Guess I owe you, don't I?" I acknowledged with a grin. "I suppose I could let you give me that blowjob you've been thinking about for 20 years," I teasingly offered with a hip bump.

Evie snorted, "Let me? Wow. Such a generous big brother."

Then my little sister hip bumped me and complained indignantly, "I can't believe our daughter got to suck your cock before I did."