This offering, however? The premise I thought of amused me, I started writing, ran with it, and here is the end product. Also trying something new in that I’m tying it into the little world I created in ‘When the War is Over’. Due to the differences in time, there won’t be any character crossover, but there’s a good chance I’ll be using the same setting for other stories, if inspiration strikes
As usual, the proviso — all characters involved in sexual scenarios are 18+.
The title is Latin for ‘Family Secrets’, if you were wondering.
Anyway, hope you enjoy. Comments and feedback always appreciated. If you leave feedback, make sure to attach an email address as I will generally always try and reply, even if just to say ‘Thanks!’ Nearly all feedback I’ve had, for any story, has been positive, which is nice, considering this is really just a hobby.
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Present Day
There is no greater feeling than sitting on your veranda on a warm spring afternoon. It’s even better if you’re holding a cold drink, preferably of the alcoholic variety. Light breeze, just enough to take away the worst of the heat, as even a spring day in country New South Wales can be blisteringly hot during late October. The chirping of insects all around, the chorus of the country. I sat on the old yet comfortable couch, not really thinking of too much. If I put my mind to it, my mind would be working at a million miles an hour, a million different memories. Most of them good, some of them bad, a few rather heart-breaking. But when you get to my age, I guess one does start to feel a little nostalgic about my youth. It wasn’t that long ago, but long enough that I’d wake up occasionally with aching muscles and tired bones.
I heard the screen door open, glancing to see my sister step outside. As beautiful as ever. She’d always been a beauty. I’d always thought that, though it took me a long time to come to terms with my feelings about her. About more than one woman in my life, being completely honest. She was holding a book in her hand, no doubt looking for me so she could curl up and read in peace. She was barefoot, noticing her nails were coloured a bright pink. I almost snorted as she bounced onto the couch. “You know, you’re old enough to know not to do that, Jen,” I muttered.
“I know, but then I don’t get to annoy you.” She kissed my cheek. “And no matter how much I annoy you, you’ll always love me.”
“Hmmm.”
She kissed my cheek again. “Say it.” I grumbled again, another kiss on my cheek. “Say it,” she said softly.
“I love you.”
She turned my chin with a finger and kissed me softly on the lips. “I love you too. Now, you sit there and provide me with comfort while I read.”
“Where’s Mum?”
“Napping already. What the hell did you do to her?”
“Well, she insisted I put her into a ‘sex coma’ after lunch. What mother wants, mother gets. And I certainly didn’t hear any complaints from her when I left a second load deep inside her.”
“She’s a sixty-four year old woman, Mark!”
“She said she’ll slow down when she needs a new hip. Doesn’t need one yet, despite what I seem to do to her on a nearly daily basis. Not like I’m getting any younger either. Wrong side of forty now.”
“Don’t they say ‘life begins’…” That did make me snort. “If you need cheering up…” she whispered, running a hand up my thigh.
“Read your book, beautiful. I’m just sitting here, relaxing.”
“And Claire?”
“She had some daddy-daughter time this morning. She’s probably lying back on her bed, smiling away, chatting with her friends about it. ‘My daddy made me cum so hard this morning’. And no doubt her friends will be telling her the same. Hmmm, maybe a brother or uncle for one or two of them, I guess.”
“We are very lucky women to have you, Mark. What about Lisa?”
“She called me earlier. Our son is nervous as hell. She’s confirmed he’s definitely a virgin. Nearly came in his shorts just seeing her naked the first time. He’s still convinced it’s all a ruse. Might need to phone him tonight, have a heart to heart, let him know his father approves. She said nothing has happened yet.”
“No seconds thoughts from Lisa?”
“None whatsoever. She’s completely adapted to the life. She’s known about me making love to my mother and sister for near two decades now. She’s worried I’ll be jealous of my son. Hell no, I know what he’s about to experience. Once he’s over his nerves, he’ll be just fine. Make his old man proud by making his mother orgasm.”
She kissed my cheek again. “I’m glad you’re not feeling jealous about it. I know it might be difficult for you.”
“Not at all. My father and I talked about it often. I didn’t replace him, but there comes a time when a son deserves some time with his mother. He’s young, virile and just perfect for Lisa. She’s still my wife, we’ll still share a bed, make love, and grow old together, but she’s now getting her first taste of it, and I know it’ll change her. It will change all of us, but in a good way.”
“I’m yours and only yours forever,” she whispered into my ear.
She snuggled into my side, kissing the top of her head, earning one of those smiles I’d grown to just flat out adore over the years. She was the other side of forty like myself, but I would still have thought mid-thirties at most. Maybe I just looked at her differently to most people. Brunette, blue eyes and a pair of dimples that made any man weak when she smiled. But those lips were just made for kissing. It was the freckles that definitely made her cute at times, standing out more whenever she got some sun. Like me, she was rather tanned, though hers was from relaxing by the pool. I earned mine from working outdoors.
I sipped at my drink, watching the world go by. Eventually, a neighbour from down the road, a gentleman everyone called ‘Old Bill’, walked by our front yard. He had his granddaughter by his side. “G’day!” he called.
“Alright, Bill,” I called back.
The pair walked over the grass towards us, both removing their hats as they stood under the cover of the veranda. “You remember my granddaughter, Mary, right?”
“Of course. How are you, Mary?”
“Oh, I’m just fine, Mark.” I heard the tone. I knew the tone very well. Nineteen years old and… well, the pair were holding hands in a particular way that told everyone their relationship. She probably had cum running down her legs, though I didn’t look down. And I wouldn’t have a clue who it was either. I’d heard stories about her wild side.
“How’s your mother?” Bill asked.
“She’s having a nap.” Bill smirked. “Yes, yes, you know what it’s like, you randy old bastard.”
“It’s been a year, Mark. How’s the family?”
“Jen and I are fine. Right, Jen?”