Back To Normal Ch 12

Mom may have promised not to tell Dad about her special new situation with the twins, but she saw no reason not to tell him she had a secret stash of MDMA, nor did she think it necessary to tell the kids she planned to share some with him the next morning. Dad took it with a swig of hot coffee, then smirked at her.

"How long's it supposed to take again?"

"Thirty minutes to an hour?" Mom guessed.

Dad nodded and tried to memorize how he felt now, so that he might begin to take note of any changes later.

Mom shivered. A thrill of compulsive eagerness. True, she had no idea what was about to happen, but her beautiful husband had even less. She pulled him into a hug and a kiss. She smiled on his lips.

"Uh-huh," Dad snorted, and blushed beneath his stubble.

"You should shave," Mom purred.

"Too prickly?"

"Yep," Mom nuzzled.

"Well, if I'm shaving," Dad tilted an eyebrow at her, "does that mean you're shaving, too?"

"Oh, is that how we keep things fair?" Mom scoffed. She thumped him on his chest. "You know it takes me significantly longer to do?"

Dad chortled and shrugged hopefully.

"Fine," Mom rolled her eyes.

Dad grabbed her by the ass and yanked her back into a staunchly horny, appreciative kiss. Mom blushed and feigned anger, even as she whimpered with heat. Dad's cock was hard. It bulged stiffly inside his jeans as he rutted against her flannel pajama wrapped cunt. No panties. She would need to wash these stat.

"Is there some for me?" Tracy yawned from behind them. She gestured at the coffee pot.

Both parents startled. Each downshifted their humping and grinding to a still, standing snuggle against the kitchenette counter. Their faces were flushed. Their breathing was rapid. Mom cleared her throat and with a quick nod turned and grabbed a fresh mug for her daughter. Dad fumbled blindly for his own mug on the counter behind him, almost knocked it over, then overcasually sipped it as he watched his daughter saunter over to Mom and give her a kiss on the cheek in exchange for the fresh joe.

"Morning Daddy," she said, and pulled his cheek down for a kiss, too. "Aren't you going fishing with Rob today?"

"Uhh -?" Dad blushed. When was the last time his daughter had pulled his face down for a kiss? It had to have been years.

"Rob cancelled," Mom chimed in. "So Dad's hanging with us today."

Tracy blinked a few times, then frowned at this information. She squinted meaningfully at Mom. Mom shrugged back.

"What?" Dad grunted. "Does me staying home spoil your plans for the day?"

"Kinda!" Tracy jeered.

"Sweetie, go make up the bed, will you?" Mom shooed their ornery daughter away, back to their room, where she had been forced to spend the night alone with Dad.

"Yeah," Dad mugged. "It's a pigsty in there."

"Why do I have to make YOUR bed?" Tracy scoffed.

"Because you're grounded and you'll do whatever I say," Mom replied calmly. "Now go."

Tracy went. She slammed the door shut. Upstairs, there was a noise like something hitting the roof, and a second later Seay groaned and swore one day he was going to take a sledgehammer to the ceiling. Whenever the cabin least expected.

"Honey?" Mom called, stifling a giggle. "You okay?"

"Who's slamming doors at 7am?"

"Guess!" Dad called back.

"Well, can you not, like," Seay hollered half-heartedly as he struggled to compile his skull-joggled thoughts, "piss my stupid sister off this early in the morning?"

"Seay, sweetie, come get your coffee," Mom sang to him.

It did sound good. Seay lumbered out of bed and down the ladder. He sat at the kitchenette table. He was still rubbing the new lump on his head when Mom asked to take a look at it.

"Aww, baby," Mom cooed as she parted his hair and inspected the puffy red bump. "Want me to kiss it? Make it better?"

"Mom," Seay groaned.

Mom smooched him on the bump. It did actually feel nice. And it made Seay's loins tingle to feel her lips again. Right in front of Dad, son fought back a bizarre new flood of emotions toward the woman whose smart, warm fingernails now tenderly caressed his scalp.

"You know how lucky you are?" Dad snorted. He pointed at Mom with his coffee mug. Mom blushed and rolled her big pretty eyes. "To have a mother this smokin' hot?"

"Daaad," Tracy groaned, back from making her parents' bed. "Quit trying to make Seay horny."

"Ha!" Mom laughed, quite by accident.

"Excuse me?" Dad chuckled, too. "Am I not allowed to appreciate the beauty I am so fortunate to call my wife?"

"Well, I just made your guys' bed, so why don't you go appreciate each other in there?" Tracy pointed back over her shoulder at their room. "And let me and Seay drink our coffee in peace."

"You're really on one today, aren'tcha?" Dad teased, and tried to poke his daughter in the ribs. She dodged with gymnastic ease, not even spilling the coffee in her hands. "Aw, come on!" he chortled. "Tickle-tickle!"

"Honey," Mom put a calm but effective hand on his shoulder. "She's right: I do want to feel appreciated right now."

"R-right now?" Dad blinked at her. Hope was in his eyes.

"Uh-huh," Mom grinned, and took one of his warm dry hands and put it inside her flannel pajama top. Right in front of the kids, she pressed his hand to her bare tit. He squeezed. She made the smallest noise. Then she pulled his hand back out, gripped it tight, and dragged it with her back to their freshly (if sloppily) made bed.

"F-forgot to shut the door!" Dad complained, with what sounded to the twins like Mom's tongue inside his mouth. "H-hon? B-babe -?! Oh." And then he stopped complaining.

The door remained wide open.

The twins regarded it with quiet surprise. Then Tracy turned, hopped, and sat on the counter. (Again, not a drop of coffee spilled.) She sipped long from her mug.

"Mom's acting weird," Tracy whispered.

"What do you mean?" Seay frowned. His head throbbed. Fucking hobbit ceiling.

"You didn't see it?"

Seay put his head down and shrugged. A wave of tingly, brain-deep fatigue crashed over him. Was he hungover from the molly? Was that what this was? He felt like a zombie.

"She's up to something," Tracy said, more to herself now than to him. "She'd better not be doing molly without us."

"She wouldn't," Seay muttered.

"You heard her," Tracy scoffed. "She's 'cool' now, remember?"

"Cool?" Seay echoed, and suddenly he was racked with the memory: Mom fully nude, seated criss-cross applesauce in the long grass, proclaiming she had always been 'cool,' and that her twins had simply taken her for granted until now.

Until now, now that they were all good taking molly together, and then just seeing whatever happened next. Maybe profound reconnection? Maybe transcendental self-exploration? Maybe stinky, sweaty incest?

"That would NOT be cool," Tracy grumbled.

They sat and sipped in silence. Over from Mom and Dad's room, quiet slurping noises, and softly squeaking bed springs. They were at least trying to be discreet.

Mom had been so beautiful, her tits so perfectly suckable, and her skin so beautifully soft - older, sure, wrinklier even, in places - but as supple as warm silk. His cock had been hard, fully erect, inside her fist, her mouth, her throat. He had cum into her moaning, blissful, Mom-sounding gullet. She had told him she liked the flavor of his spunk, and had very very clearly meant it.

That was not something a mother usually said to her son. Was this supposed to feel normal, too, now? Seay glowered at his hot, teen sister. Her bare legs dangled from the kitchenette counter. How was she doing it? Just taking this all in stride?

"What?" she smirked at him, catching him staring.

His eyes were distant.

The tip of her tongue toyed with her bottom lip. Her chest was rising and falling a little faster than it should. Her nipples were erect.

"Dad DID get you horny, huh?" she teased.

Seay looked down. Sure enough. His dumb morning wood was still hard, straining his soft stretchy briefs and tenting, somewhat, the front of his pajama bottoms. He shifted himself with a quick adjustment. It didn't make anything less conspicuous, but it eased some of the strain inside his briefs' elastic.

Tracy hopped down from the counter of the kitchenette. She sat at the breakfast table. While their parents were fucking in the next room, she lifted her barefoot underneath the table and found his hard-on with her toes.

Seay winced and gasped.

"Ooh," Tracy grinned, and wiggled her toes. She stroked the shape of his erection with her foot. "I like this seat better," she said.

Seay groaned, and gripped the edge of the table with his free hand. "Y-yeah, S-Sis?"

"Mhm," Tracy sipped her coffee, and smiled over the lip of her mug at him. "I can see them from here."

"Sh-shit, really?"

"Come look," Tracy beckoned. She removed her foot from his crotch. Seay sighed, carefully slid his chair back, and got up. He tip-toed around the table toward his sister. His parents' open door came into view.

Half in shadow, Mom was riding Dad, reverse cowgirl. Her naked breasts bounced, and her long sinewy tummy flexed and arched. The muscles of her hips worked Dad in and out of her. Her hair hung loose and free. She was smiling, panting, whispering over her shoulder at him. Dad was gripping her hips, and she was reaching back with her small, smooth hand to stroke his chest, his abs, his arms. Dad's balls joggled up and down intently. His shaft was dark and wet and thick, and as it plunged in and out of Mom's fuzzy muff it made her stretched out labia pull and slurp around it.

Dad couldn't see around Mom's back, so he didn't notice the kids peeking. But Mom did. And sure enough, her response was very strange indeed.

She smirked at them. She chewed her lip and sat back, letting them see the full spectacle of Dad pounding her horny cunt, then overcome with whatever Moms got overcome with when their kids watched them fuck their Dads without looking away, she gasped and called out.

"T-Tracy?!"

"Shit!" Seay and Dad yelped, both startled on opposite sides of the cabin.

"Be a dear and g-get the door, would you?" Mom panted, and now adorably covered her breasts with one arm, and her womanhood with the other. Dad sat up on his elbow behind her, still fully inside her and beneath her, and peered around red-cheeked and as much furious as embarrassed at his two twins staring in at them.

Tracy pushed her chair out noisily. She padded barefoot across the foyer to her parents' bedroom door. She reached into their room to pull it shut.

"S-sorry," Mom swooned. Dad could almost have sworn she was wetter now than she had been just a moment ago. "Cabin life, y'know!"

"Whatever, Mom," Tracy blushed. Then she smirked. "Nice hog, Daddy." And before either parent could respond, she shut the door.

"What did she say?!" Dad exclaimed from the other side.

"Never-mmmmind her," Mom commanded, near breathless with lust. The noises of their fucking intensified. The headboard began to bonk the wall. That was how the twins usually knew Mom was getting close. That and all the screaming.

"Shhhhit," Seay said when Tracy returned to her seat. "Did you just ...?"

"Tell Dad he had a nice hog?"

"Fucking hell."

"What? He does. You jealous?" Oops, there were sister's gymnastic little toes again, probing for, finding, and fondling his erect cock inside his pajama bottoms. Footsie had been normal, as twins growing up. Less flirty than this, though. Less genital-centric, too. But more and more, Seay felt like he understood that word less and less. Normal. 'Normal.' It was kind of a weird word.

Tracy smirked at him. He tried to focus on her toes, stroking his bulge with their cute, careful wiggling.

"They can't see us, you know," Tracy pointed out.

Seay grunted and glanced back toward the door. He was sweating. He was sweating?! Oh right. He was hungover. He had been momentarily distracted from the discomfort.

"It's just us," Tracy assured him, and gave his shaft a long pestering press with the hard-soft pads on the ball of her foot. Gymnast feet. Tough on the outside, clever on the side. Almost un-ticklable.... Though looking now, and especially feeling, Seay could tell his sister's feet had already softened up a little from her time away from the sport.

"Feels good?" Tracy asked knowingly. She curled her toes on him.

"Ohuggh," Seay spluttered, approximately, at the adorably hot sensation.

Seay's breath caught in his throat. His eyes darted toward the door, then back to his sister. Mom and Dad could come out at any moment. Like, what if Dad meant to follow-up on Tracy's 'hog' remark?

But then she uncurled and recurled her toes again.

Fuck it.

"Loft," he said, and pointed to the ladder.

"Nah, here's fine," she snickered, and pulled her foot back - only to stamp the front of his seat and shove his chair's feet back noisily against the vinyl faux-tile flooring. Seay almost teetered backwards as his momentum caught up a second later. He caught hold of his sister's bare, prickly ankle. She yelped, then cackled. She kicked in his grip, but her leg was trapped under the table.

"Lemme go!"

"S-sorry," he spluttered, barely aware he'd snatched the leg of the hot, horny girl across the table from him.

"S'okay," she shrugged chipperly, withdrawing both legs fully back to her side. She stood up from her seat. She adjusted her shorts. She had worn these shorts to bed with Dad, with panties on underneath and everything like a perfectly good little daughter. She had also worn this super short-sleeved sky blue t-shirt that had lately fit her softest shapes reasonably well, to her eye anyway. She felt kind of hot in it, even if it was just a pajama shirt.

Dad, of course, had worn white briefs and nothing else. Like a perfectly good little Dad, she supposed.

"Can we not?" Seay winced as she approached him.

She stood before him and touched her knees to his knees. She wiggled them, asking him to open his knees. Seay gaped up at her, deep circles under his eyes, pale sweat on his brow. He looked unwell. She smiled at him patiently. He parted his legs. She stepped between them. Then she hunkered down, knelt, using his thighs for balance.

"Y-y-you aren't serious," Seay said.

"I can be fast."

"H-how are you not hungover? My head is pounding. I can barely think about sex."

"Did you not just see what I just saw?"

"You mean our parents having sex?"

"I mean Dad's cock pounding Mom's p-word."

"Shhhhit," Seay gulped, and gave up. He sat up a little so his sister could pull his pajama bottoms down.

"Underwear too," she patted him on the cock through his briefs.

Seay flinched. He reluctantly sat back up again off the chair so Tracy could peel his underwear off. HIs bare cock sprang up into the open cabin air. Tracy grabbed it like it might bounce away from her if she didn't.

"H-hurry?" Seay begged.

"Oh as if you aren't about to cum the second I put you in my mouth," Tracy scoffed.

Seay blushed.

Tracy blew him a kiss. Then she licked her lips. God, how she did it, too. No, it wasn't a seductive lip-wetting for his incestuous viewing pleasure. It was perfunctory, unsexy even. Like she just needed them wet. Like this cock she was about to suck was about what she wanted, not whatever pleasure the cock might get out of it. (Although its pleasure was, granted, obviously important to what SHE wanted. So. Yeah.) "WHATEVER," Tracy sighed, and shoved her brother's cock all the way in to the back of her tongue. She held him as deep as she could, as she clenched her eyes shut and willed her gag reflex into submission.

"Glulk," she choked, but held him firm. A surge of thick spit flooded her mouth and drooled promptly out onto and all around Seay's cock and onto his nuts. Hot moisture dripped and cooled. He felt it seep and puddle onto the chair between his thighs. His sister's hand tightened around the base of his cock. It, too, squizzled and slipped with spit. She used this spit, presently, to slather his shaft as she withdrew him from her lips. They tightened to a tiny 'o' at his tip. She kissed him clean of his precum. She looked up at him, sitting there pink-faced with affection overhead, savored the sight and sound and flavor of him, and swallowed. She meanwhile used all that spit in her hand to jack him off. "Hey," she snickered at him.

"Huh?"

"Gonna cum, dummy?"

"I-in your h-hand?"

"Well, I'd prefer in my mouth, right? Like, wouldn't you?"

"Y-yes."

"Yeah you WOULD. You LOVE your own cum in your big horny mouth."

"S-Sis, I-I seriously can't believe I ever told you - "

"Awesome. Ready?"

"F-fuck, I mean," he got light-headed for a second watching his sister kiss all up and down his shaft. Whoa. He blinked at her. "I mean, I could. Y-yeah."

"Do it," she nodded affirmatively, and licked up the entire length of the underside of his now beat-red shaft before popping him back into her mouth. She sucked her cheeks in. The vacuum created a loud squelching noise that reverberated off the many hard fabricated surfaces of the kitchenette. Both teens froze for a moment.

Then Seay chuckled.

Tracy giggled.

She unsheathed him from her skull. She wiped spit off her chin. She blushed at him, struggling to stifle further laughter, focusing instead on jerking him off as intently as she knew how. "I'm dead serious. I want it. I want your cum. Give it to me."

"I-it's... it's just... y-you - "

"I know it's different without the drugs," Tracy said point blank.

Seay blinked. She'd stated the obvious.

"Just pretend it isn't weird. And remember I love you," she shrugged. "And then just fucking deal with it."

"W-why do you love me so much?" Seay asked.

Now it was Tracy's turn not to know what to say. For a second, anyway, she gazed blankly at her twin's pretty cock as she felt it swell and throb toward an imminent climax inside her piston-like grip.

"Because you taste good," she shrugged, and absolutely made out with his glans for a second. She swirled her tongue around it. She lapped up his precum and scraped it onto her teeth just so she could lick it off her teeth again, and taste how that felt. She swallowed it. Then she gave the back of her throat another jab as she impaled her face onto him. She shoved harder still, pushing deeper than she knew she was ready to receive. She knew better, but she did it anyway.

She gagged.

Seay came.

The first burst of his load hit the roof of her mouth.

The second, she managed to catch the full brunt of in her cheek, like how Mom used to inject medicine into their mouths when they were little. She felt it swish next to her teeth. Felt it spread across her tongue. It tasted like him. Yes, it was semen. It was warm from his insides. It was salty from God knows what. It was thin and thick at the same time. And she loved it for the weird, gross, testicular liquid that it was.

Tracy pulled off his cock and stroked him rapidly, aiming him into her open, panting, eager mouth. The next few spurts splattered the insides of her cheeks and her tongue and her nose. She closed her lips. She let the next spurt fill her mouth, and then greedily swallowed it. The one after, she kept in her mouth. You had to save some for show and tell.

She opened her mouth. She showed her twin's googly-eyed brain the murky off-white load of cum he'd just topped her off with. Then she swallowed - gullllp - and it went away. Next time she opened her mouth was like a magic trick: just a tongue, some teeth, and a happy little uvula waving at him like 'Tah-dah!'

"See?" Tracy mugged, wiping stray cum from her cheek using the inside of her brother's briefs. "Quick and easy."

"Y-you... you okay? Y-you gagged."

"I did?" She had. Whoops. She looked around at her brother's lap. Sure enough, there was a gratuitous amount of saliva. It smelled tangy and coffee-esque, to say nothing of how her brother's horny crotch musk smelled. "I-I'm alright," she blushed. "I forgot it even happened."