hello! thank you for reading. feel free to skip down to the dotted line, this is just a little something i wanted to say beforehand. this story is the third part of an ongoing series. if you want context for what the fuck is going on, go back and read from the beginning. if you don't care, read on.
but first, your friendly neighborhood public service announcement:
I do not believe that incest is a morally right thing to do. I have not nor will I ever have any desire to engage in any kind of sexual activity with any of my immediate family members, and I am appalled that anyone finds their parents or siblings a suitable sexual partner. Or their underage children. Pedophilia is disgusting mental disorder and if that's what you look for in incest porn, get out. Everyone in my pornagraphic works is and will be 18 and above, thank you very much.
yeah. this particular story is labled under erotic couplings, but there
are
incestual impressions that leak over from the previous chapters. like family members being blatantly attracted to one another. if that's not your thing, you should probably move along.
this chapter is a bit longer than the last couple. i was doing some world building and then noticed: yo. there's no fucking porn.
so that's the reason.
unfortunately, I just went back to college, so it's going to be a bit longer until the next part. ya'll gonna have to make due with the extra long chapter for a while. don't expect anything new to come out for the next couple weeks at the earliest(a few months at the latest). if you have any concerns about the plot, just know that have have a rough framework of where i want things to go. so any major story changing suggestions you guys might have(unless they're really really good) are gonna be ignored. or hey, maybe i'm already planning on doing that thing that you just suggested. we might be sharing a moment. you never know.
anyway, thank you so much for reading! as always, feel free to leave a comment with your suggestions. i would like to improve my writing with constructive criticism.
- W
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Amanda Wellman woke up with sunlight streaming in her face. Last night, her husband reeked of beer, cigarettes, and vomit, so she grabbed her pillow and slept on the couch. She leaned up and stretched her back. It had been a long night.
Visions of the various lewd acts that occurred within the last twenty-four hours flashed in her mind. Her nipples started poking through her robe. She needed a cup of coffee.
Sliding into her cute fluffy pink slippers, Amanda shuffled into the kitchen, poured some water into the coffee pot and set it to boil. She leaned against the counter and checked her watch.
Eight-oh-nine. Alexandra would be getting up soon.
She didn't think her daughter would be daring enough to try and make a move today, but there really was no telling with that girl. Her father was unpredictable too. That may have played a part in why she was so attracted to him.
Amanda made some eggs and toast while she waited for the coffee to boil, humming a little tune to herself. She just placed the food on a plate when the coffee maker gurgled, flushing dark brown liquid into the pot below.
She finished her breakfast at eight twenty-eight. Might as well go and check on the kids.
As she walked up the stairs, she could see that Eddy's door was slightly ajar. Amanda was certain she closed it last night. She sped up her pace up the stairs.
Amanda swung open the door, prepared for the worst. She saw Alex sitting criss-crossed on the floor wearing some pink HelloKitty pajama bottoms and a purple crop top, staring at the tv while mashing some buttons on the controller. Eddy was sleeping on his back, a twelve inch high tent pitched over his waist.
Huh. Amanda thought it would have been her daughter in an exposing situation.
Once she entered the room, Alex paused her game, set the controller on the floor, and looked up at her mother. "I'm being good."
"Hmm." Amanda wasn't so sure about that. "I can see that."
"Do you have an issue with me being in here?"
It was tip-toeing the line, and Alex knew it. To be fair, her daughter did normally sneak into her brother's room and play video games in the morning. If her husband came in here, he wouldn't see much out of the ordinary. Besides her son's promenent morning wood, nothing really
screamed
incest.
"...I don't think it's appropriate for you to be in here while your brother is like that." She decided.
"But if he wasn't, it would be fine?" Amanda didn't like the smug look on her daughter's face.
"...Yes."
Alex stood up and started making her way over to Eddy.
"Now wait a minute--"
She carefully took a handful of his sheets and pulled them into the air, letting his cock flop onto his chest with a wet "smack!" Eddy slept on, dead to the world. "And now?"
Well... She hadn't
technically
broken any of the rules. Amanda shot her daughter a, "I know what you're trying to do missy," look.
"What?" Alex asked innocently. "Is it ok for me to be in here? Have I broken any of the rules?"
"I want you to come down for breakfast."
Alex looked at the tv screen. "Can I finish my game first?"
"I want you in the kitchen in the next five minutes."
"Can do!" Alex said as she plopped back on the floor, controller in hand.
Amanda sighed to herself as she walked back down the stairs. She gets it from her father.
...
Exactly four minutes and fifty seconds later, Alex came clomping down the stairs. It sounded like she was wearing steel-toed boots. Fortunately, the men of the house were very heavy sleepers. Amanda didn't think her husband would get up for a few more hours to sleep off his hangover, and Eddy never got up before noon in the summertime.
"Good morning mom!" Alex beamed.
"Good morning sweetheart," Amanda said warily. "What would you like for breakfast?"
"A big fat sausage."
Here we go. Amanda supposed she did sort of walk into that one. She gave Alex the stink eye, but pulled the sausages out of the fridge.
"Do we have any that are footlongs?"
"Sweetheart, rule number two..." She reminded her daughter.
"I'm just talking about breakfast." Alex batted her eyelashes innocently.
"Alexandra, if you keep this up, we're going to get caught. The rules aren't there because I want them to be, they're for our own protection."
"There's no one around."
Alex was starting to get on her nerves. "I don't know when your father is going to get up. We may be screwed already. I don't know how much he remembers from last night."
"Oh please, he didn't even notice us." Alex waved her hand dismissively.
"Thanks to me." Amanda said as she started frying the sausage. She could have chopped it up, but Alex had requested a singular large one. She wasn't really sure why she was humoring her daughter, but a good chef always listens to her customers.
"Thanks to you, I know about Eddy's..." Her daughter held her hands up like she was trying to show Amanda how big the fish she caught was.
"Rule number three, sweetheart." She reminded Alex.
"I'm keeping a secret!" Alex argued. "I'm talking about it with someone who already knows."
"Sweetie, you're purposefully making this harder for everyone."
"Yes. Because I think it's stupid."
"Well then why don't you ask your father what he thinks about incest? Then you can tell me if you think you and your brother's safety is stupid." She flipped the sausage over.
Alex huffed. "Maybe it's easier for you cause you can still sleep with Dad."
"Your father and I haven't done anything sexual since Valentine's Day."
Alex's jaw dropped. That was almost half a year ago. No wonder she couldn't help playing with Eddy at the dinner table yesterday. She was cock-starved. "Seriously?"
"Seriously." Her mother said grimly.
"How can you stand to--to--"
"I told you I didn't like it." She said, sliding Alex's breakfast onto a plate. "If I can suck it up, so can you."
Alex stared miserably at the dish placed in front of her. "This is so frustrating."
"I know sweetheart." Her mother soothed, "Just keep in mind that it's just as frustrating for everyone else."
Amanda quietly sighed with relief as Alex picked away at her breakfast. There. Now maybe things wouldn't be so chaotic. She had a feeling that Eddy wouldn't have been able to resist if his sister presented herself to him. The boy was just so eager to please. His heart was in the right place, but when it came to his cock, well. Amanda remembered how easy it had been to convince him to let her help take care of his erection.
The memory made a little heat rise to her cheeks.
Both women turned to the stairs when they heard heavy footsteps clomping down. Amanda sighed. She had forgotten to take off her husband's shoes before easing him into bed.
"Morning, Manny. Morning, pumpkin." He grunted, pouring a cup of coffee. Amanda frowned at the word "Manny." The nickname had started in high school, and had been a bit of a joke. A joke that had slowly become unfunny over the years.
"Morning, dad."
"Good morning, dear."
He took a swig of the bitter liquid, then pulled his wife in for a kiss. Even the coffee couldn't mask the taste of cigars in his mouth. Amanda resisted the urge to vomit and gave her husband a patient smile.
Alex looked disgusted at the exchange. Had her parents always been this gross? Well, her father at least. Her mother still looked like a goddess.
"I just got a call from Pat." He said as he took another drink from his mug. "Gotta go into the office in a few. Have some things to take care of."
"On a weekend?" Amanda's face changed when he said the name Pat. Alex's brow furrowed, gears started turning in her head. "What happened?"
"Something came up." Her husband replied vaguely. "Nothing you should concern yourself with."
"Well, would you like some breakfast before you go?" Amanda offered, closing her robe a little tighter when she realised he was looking at her cleavage. She made it look like she was just preparing to get up.
"Nah, I'll just grab something at 7-11 when I drive over there." He kissed Amanda on the cheek and then walked around the counter to kiss Alex on the top of her head. "See you later, pumpkin."
"I love you honey."
"Love you too babe."
He slammed the door behind him. Alex immediately turned to her mother. "So what's up with you and Uncle Pat?"
"What do you mean?" Amanda had a lot of practice sweeping her feelings for Patrick under the rug. She'd done it for over twenty years.
"I mean," Alex grinned. "Every Christmas you keep looking at him. And just then, when Dad mentioned him..." She had the same expression on her face when she looked at Eddy yesterday.
"Patrick and I dated briefly in high school." She might be bad at lying, but Amanda had become an expert at telling half-truths. "We decided we weren't a good fit, so we broke up and I started going out with your dad."
"His brother. Wasn't that a little weird?"
"At first." At first she thought he had just as big a cock as Patrick. Apparently that gene didn't always run in the family. "Then I fell in love with your father, and we got married." After she had a passionate night with Patty. Patrick. She remembered feeling so frustrated.
"After you got pregnant with me, right?"
"I told your dad I was pregnant after he proposed." She had to make sure that fact was clear. Amanda wasn't some hussy that scared her man into marrying her with a positive test.
"Alright."
Amanda internally sighed. She always knew there were going to be questions. Questions that she had prepared for. Alex seemed satisfied with her answers.
"I just always thought my hair was more like Uncle Pat's than dad's."
Amanda cooly took another drink. "I think your father carried over some recessive gene."
Now she was sweating. When had her daughter become such a skilled interrogator? Out of the corner of her eye, Amanda could see Alex intently staring at her, trying to see if she was lying.
She gulped.
Alex jumped up from her stool. "I KNEW IT!"
