“Oh my god,” she said meekly. Finally I reached maximum penetration and stopped. V trembled as I waited. “What are you doing?” she asked, puzzled that I wasn’t thrusting into her. “Take me!”
“Shhhh,” I replied. “Be still for a moment. Let it happen.”
She tried to thrust back at me but my weight pinned her to the bed where it was almost impossible for her to move. I adjusted just a little and then V cried out.
“Oh, fuuuuuck!!! I’m coming again!”
Her entire body seized up, her toned muscles tensing while I remained absolutely still, her pussy soaking wet. My own self-restraint finally crumbled and with just a few lusty thrusts, I emptied myself into her, moaning so loudly it scared some birds outside the window, who took flight fearing for their lives. We were covered in sweat, some of it pooling in the small of V’s back. The sheets underneath were damp either from our perspiration or V’s multiple orgasms.
Still breathing heavily, I withdrew from her and she sighed.
“Goodbye, darling,” she said with weak chuckle.
It seemed like I had no power to move, so for just a moment I lay on my side and enjoyed the view of Vanessa’s magnificent body tied helplessly to the bed. I moved to untie her and she stayed right where she was.
There was some reddening of the skin around her wrists where she had unconsciously pulled on the restraints during her ecstasy. I hoped it would soon fade since it might take some explaining. Outside the window, the clouds opened up again and we dozed off to the rhythm of the rain.
We stirred around 5:30 but made no sudden moves. Vanessa looked over at me with a satisfied smile.
“I haven’t been fucked like that in I don’t know how long,” she said softly.
“I guess I just need to work harder, that’s all.”
V chuckled.
“Oh, you’re doing just fine, daddy.”
I thought perhaps once the heat of the moment had passed V might come to her senses and disavow our role-play. Her openness pleased me.
“Did you like that?” I asked.
“It was fun. How on earth did you ever come up with it?”
I told her where I’d seen it done and she laughed, saying she admired my willingness to do “research.”
We were still exhausted from our exertions, but famished. Vanessa’s hair looked like she’d been really worked over, so we climbed into the shower together. Neither of us had any energy for sex play, but we did enjoy washing each other.
After drying off and dressing, we headed into town for dinner at one of our favorite come-as-you-are seafood places. V looked relaxed and sexy in cargo shorts, sandals, and a tank top that flattered her breasts.
We wondered what Karen and Paul might be doing that evening. Perhaps they too were still recovering from their morning coupling on the breakfast table. What does a mother-son couple do on a damp evening when they’re not satisfying their wanton lust? Netflix? Poetry? Oedipus the King?
We made a game of guessing what it might be, but usually came back to Netflix, like just about everyone else in the Western world. I asked V what she and Josh did together when they weren’t getting naked and nasty, and she laughed, saying that was a long time ago, before Netflix. Then she shrugged, explaining that they just hung out, enjoying each other’s company, like any other brother and sister.
Except, I added, they had benefits!
V noted that lately I seemed far more curious about her and Josh than I had been in the past. I think it was the discovery that our temporary neighbors were also enthusiastically practicing incest that sent me back to those earlier days.
Aside from the prurient fascination, there was also witnessing something that was completely outside my own experience, like a flying saucer landing in the park near our house.
It’s not that I felt or feel any physical attraction toward my own family members, but the fact that some few others are doing it and there are no minors or abuse involved is utterly fascinating. Admittedly, the parent-child dynamic between Karen and Paul must be far trickier than what Josh and Vanessa experienced in their younger days.
Paul was a sexually experienced young man when he and his mother started sleeping together. But what young man doesn’t think about being lovingly educated by an attractive older woman?
As I mentioned earlier, I had the enviable experience of being seduced by a mature lady, taken in hand, and educated in the ways of pleasing a woman that served me well with subsequent lovers. When both participants are eager and willing, the sexy quotient increases exponentially.
Before meeting Vanessa and finding out about her dalliance with Josh, I had always assumed that incest consisted of a predator and a victim. The rare exceptions to that were adolescent siblings curious about sex and exploring each other’s bodies in a safe but private setting. Vanessa and Josh were hardly that. She was 21 and he 25 when they started fooling around. And it was her idea!
Josh told her later he had guiltily thought about it a few times, but would never have considered it if she hadn’t raised the issue. Still, the signs were there. Their parents were gone for the summer, V was home from college, and Josh was staying over a lot to make sure V and the house were safe. It wasn’t as if V just out of the blue one day said, “Hey, Josh, you want to get naked and jump in a pile?”
Summertime, a house with a pool, two very attractive young people going around in swim suits, leaving just enough to the imagination but not much more; it wasn’t surprising that the sexual electricity was in the air and since neither of them was dating anyone, they figured, why not? Why not, indeed!
So it was during early June of that year that the two kids found themselves in bed together, excited and nervous, but not at all awkward or afraid. Some hot foreplay followed by an eager Vanessa spreading her legs and taking her equally eager brother inside her, gazing lustily at each other, their moans and sighs drifting through the otherwise empty house, the societal prohibitions heightening their pleasure.
When they awoke the next morning and treated themselves to breakfast out, they looked at one another across the table in the booth next to the window and realized the night before wasn’t just about youthful curiosity. Their erotic chemistry was as amazing as it was surprising. They knew it wasn’t supposed to be like this, but they couldn’t help themselves, and they couldn’t stop smiling at each other.
The waitress may have taken them to be a young couple in love, but they had to exercise extreme discretion. So they paid up, went home, and made love again, this time with Vanessa riding Josh to ecstasy.
Afterwards, laying naked together, caressing each other, they didn’t talk about the future or even think about it. They were having too much fun! Yes, they had to be careful about what they showed to the outside world, but that did not stop them from doing some risqué things. Like one evening, their parents called from Belgium to check in. Josh was talking to them in the kitchen when Vanessa decided to go down on him. She drove him crazy while he tried to maintain some sense of outward calm.