Disclaimer: This story and all characters are fictitious and 18-years-old or older. In real life, all non-consensual sex is immoral and illegal, and not condoned by the author. Not for publication.
This story contains non-consensual incestuous sex. If you don't like that, don't read it. You've been warned.
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POWER PLAY
It was later in the afternoon as David planted himself in front of the TV to watch a football game.
Barefoot, he had a beer in hand and wore loose-fitting micro-fiber athletic shorts with a poly-blend tank top hugging his muscular chest. His vanity without boundaries, he liked tight shirts, even when relaxing.
At 18, the beer was forbidden to him and all the Thornton children in the house, but he figured under the circumstances, his parents wouldn't say a thing.
After the illicit shower with her mother, 19-year-old Allison had retreated to the university library. It was her Saturday routine and a much-needed sanctuary for the misused coed, returning a sense of normalcy to her progressively profane home life.
As usual, George was buried in his study. This was not out of the ordinary for the academic research consultant when planning some project for a client.
'Dad's a wimp,' David decided, 'but he's smart, and with business savvy.'
It was easy to see what kept their mom interested all these years, since it clearly wasn't sex.
David's twin sister Britney had a soccer game, but had called earlier to say she was going to a post-game party, and then stay the night at her friend Jenny's apartment.
Since high school graduation, the family didn't see as much of Brit, always involved with something or out with friends. She dated some, but not as much as she could, since she certainly had no shortage of suitors as a younger version of her mother.
David had his suspicions about his pretty, athletic sister and her gal pal Jenny Castellini, but didn't pry. The twins had always gotten along well, with much more in common than either had with their super-smart older sister, so he never pushed.
He was just curious.
That left Kate, who not surprisingly was out playing tennis with June Rutherford. Their mom played tennis every weekend, not always with Mrs. Rutherford, but with one of her many girlfriends.
Like Allison, today's match was a good opportunity for Kate to revisit her routine and the company of friends after the unwanted, but apparently permanent, change within her family.
It was nearing halftime. David lounged, slouching on the sofa in typical teenager fashion as the clock approached 4:00 p.m. His mother was due home soon to prepare dinner.
"Hey Dad, can you come in here for a sec?" David's solicitous question was intended to put into action an idea he had earlier during the game...one he now wanted to bring to fruition.
George nervously appeared moments later. With this morning's woeful collapse of his will and authority, he was anxious to appease his son, while also hopeful it was simply a normal father-son request.
"We haven't sat and watched a football game together in a long time," David said ingratiatingly. "I thought it might be fun to spend some 'father-son' time together today."
David knew his father wasn't much into sports, and his request was just a ploy to get his dad to sit in the family room with him when Kate returned.
"C'mon, have a seat in the easy chair and relax a little. It'll be fun." David was as gracious and non-intimidating as he knew how to be. "Have a beer with me."
"I wasn't going to say anything, son, but you know how your mother and I feel about underage drinking," George answered, feeling more self-assured as he took his seat, and more in control considering David's conciliatory tone.
"I know, dad, but all things considered, I didn't think you'd mind," David countered, his allusion to the morning's events and his father's capitulation brought a recognition of his father's place back to the fore.
George let the issue drop, afraid to go any further down that unpleasant path.
The two sat in silence watching the game. Embarrassingly, George asked if either of the two teams were any good. The score was Alabama 46, Vanderbilt 3.
It seemed obvious, but David knew his dad was out of his element with college football. Thankfully for them both, Kate showed up shortly after 4:00 p.m., in the midst of the 4th quarter.
"Hey guys, what's going on?" Kate asked solicitously, as surprised to see her husband watching a football game with their son as George was to be there.
"Hi mom, just hanging out," David shrugged nonchalantly. "I wanted to spend some time with dad."
Kate looked her scheming son questioningly, but let it pass, not wanting to stir the pot.
"How'd the tennis match go? Did you beat Mrs. Rutherford, or did you let her win?" David's satirical question was laced with a suggestive undertone that was hard to place.
'David's knowing about my lesbian relationship with June makes me uneasy,' Kate realized, with the scandalous revelation from the morning putting her on the defensive.
It was awkward too with her husband in the room. The two really hadn't been given an opportunity to discuss this most remarkable betrayal of her fidelity...or the scandalous events of the morning.
George, perhaps recognizing the truth behind her justification for stepping outside of the marriage, along with his subservient role to David, didn't say a word.
Certainly, it had hurt his feelings and his pride, but he loved Kate and there was nothing he could do but accept it. He was just thankful she hadn't cheated with another man.
'At least June Rutherford has something to offer Kate that I don't,' he rationalized, although deep down he knew that was likely true of most men too.
Slumped in the sofa, David kept his left leg draped wide across the seat cushion at an angle out of his father's view from the easy chair, but easily visible to his mother.
With his loose-legged shorts and lack of underwear, his long, semi-hard cock was conspicuously in sight up the pant leg as Kate stood in the middle of the family room.
David purposely wore no underwear that afternoon. He had suspicion about his mom and dad and he wanted to prove it correct. He had already been right earlier in the day, and wanted to go two for two.
"Ohh...," Kate stiffened momentarily, surprised by the sudden appearance of her son's manhood, and her eyes temporarily fixed on the lewd sight before breaking away.
The respectable woman correctly assumed David knew he was exposing himself to his mother. Uncertain how to react after the morning's events, Kate did nothing, instead pretending everything was normal.
Still, her eyes flitted every now and then to the beckoning tube of soft meat stretched along her son's left thigh.
Kate was dressed in her standard tennis gear - white pleated skirt and yellow polo shirt, each item accommodating her form pleasantly.
His fit mother wore her straight sandy brown hair pulled back by a barrette, leaving just the clipped bangs on her forehead draping her azure blue eyes, with a smattering of light make-up adorning her button nose and round cheek bones.
