Author's Note: Thanks to all the readers of this series, I truly appreciate it. This is the final chapter and I hope you will enjoy it. As always your comments and votes are welcome. Thank you for your patience as its been tough bringing this story to an end.
Enjoy!
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Laura was exhausted from the arduous trip from London after her last minute decision to leave but she couldn't stay there any longer. Now that she was standing in her sisters' foyer unannounced, the sounds of sex coming from the other room made her uncomfortable to the point of just wanting to leave but she needed to pick up her car, not interrupt Lisa's sexual activities. The phone calls to her sisters' cell as well as those to her sons' had gone unanswered. Lisa was obviously involved with someone and James was probably off surfing by this time so it was no wonder they had ignored her calls that morning. She was about to retrieve her keys when she heard something that stopped her cold.
"Uhhh," she heard Lisa groan then, "Fuck me, Jimmy. Fuck me good."
Before she even realized she was moving, Laura rushed toward Lisa's room. The cross trainers she wore didn't announce her approach as she entered. What she saw was her worst fears come true. She had reluctantly agreed to let James stay with Lisa, knowing how wild her sister is but this was what she hoped wouldn't happen, but it was. James had his cock buried in her sister and they both seemed very comfortable with that situation. 'How long had this been going on?' Laura wondered, stunned by what she was witnessing. The question seemed to echo in her head as the shock and anger burst out.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY SON?"
Their heads turned in her direction. The look on their faces was of surprise and fear like a pair of deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming semi. No one moved for those first tense seconds. Laura wanted to know why...how they could betray her trust; violate their family but she was in shock. All she could do was glare in fury at the pair.
"JAMES...GO TO YOUR ROOM!" she shouted, "GET PACKED...NOW!"
In slow motion she watched her terrified son withdraw his stiff cock from Lisa's pussy. Even after it was free of her vaginal grasp, a couple clear, syrupy strands kept them briefly tethered together as if their bodies were protesting the premature separation. Laura couldn't take her eyes off her son as he climbed off the bed. His youthful body and rampant, dripping cock held her fiery gaze. It must have been then that James realized he was naked in front of his mother and quickly covered his manhood with a pillow. When Laura saw her sister move to cover herself, she turned her attention to Lisa momentarily.
"Mom, I..." he was cut off by the return of his mother's menacing glare. Fearing he might incite her to something worse than the mayhem he was already imagining she bring down on him, he slunk from the room.
Now alone with her sister, Laura stalked toward the bed. She was visibly shaking as she tried to control her rage. She wanted to scream, cry, tear her sister to shreds but all the emotions coursing through her left her trembling a few feet from her cowering sibling. She finally got some semblance of control and leaned closer to Lisa.
"How could you?" her voice a seething whisper said through clenched teeth.
She held Lisa's gaze for a long moment and that's when everything collapsed in on her. The exhaustion, the anger, the shock but worst of all the dampness she felt between her own legs. It was the last straw.
Lisa was in fear of what her sister was about to do. She was faced with a very angry 'momma bear' protecting her offspring from a perceived threat so she was surprised when Laura's features softened and tears begin flowing down her cheeks. She'd never seen her sister cry before. She wasn't emotional like that. Laura was tough, strong and not prone to emotional outbursts unlike herself. She flinched when Laura suddenly stood up straight, eyes cast up upward as she turned away from the bed.
"We're cursed...my family is cursed," she said to no one in particular then added, "I'm cursed," before walking to the door.
"Laura wait," but she didn't.
Laura stopped at James's room. He was sitting on the bed with his head down. She could see he'd put on some shorts but nothing else. He shot to his feet when he realized she was there. Her face was streaked black by her tears. He was about to say something when she spoke.
"Pack your things. I'll text you when I get us a hotel room," she said calmly then walked away.
James stood there for a moment then sat back down pondering what was going to happen. He'd hoped she would never find out about him and Lisa. The sound of the garage door opening caused him to look outside. He saw his mother carrying her luggage to the garage and presumably loading it into her Mercedes. There was a resounding slam of the trunk, followed by another from the driver's door. The engine came to life and James was amazed his mother was able to maneuver the large sedan out onto the street without hitting Lisa's car in the driveway. She roared off in the direction of Coast Highway.
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James was well into his packing when his mother's car pulled up in front of the house and parked on the street. She'd been gone less than half an hour. He could see her sitting behind the wheel staring forward. He couldn't tell if she was crying but she still appeared to be upset by the way she kept twisting her grip on the wheel.
"Is that your mom?" Lisa asked standing at his door.
He nodded as he kept watching her. Lisa joined him at the window. Laura finally got out of her car and slowly walked up the driveway toward the front door. Lisa went to meet her followed closely by James. She opened the door for her sister but Laura just stood at the threshold.
"Can I come in?" she asked in a monotone voice. Lisa moved out of the way. After a brief hesitation, Laura took a few steps in then stopped as if unsure what to do next.
"Mom, are you alright?"
There was a long pause then Laura turned to her son.
"James I need to talk to your aunt for a little while and we need to speak in private," the statement hung in the air as Lisa and James exchanged glances.
"Why don't you head down to the gallery and let Sandy know I won't be in for a while," Lisa finally said, "I'll call you when we're done."
James looked from his aunt to his mother and back again before going to his room to put on a shirt and shoes. He passed by the two women glancing at both before going to the garage. He finally appreciated the differences between them as well as the similarities. They shared the same dark eyes and straight jet black hair but his mother's fell just past her shoulders while Lisa's was waist length. Laura had an athletic build, lean and firm with modest B-cup breasts where as her sister was shorter, more petite yet curvier, making her breasts appear to be even larger than the C-cup they actually were. If they had both been dressed for work, they would have appeared to be nearly the same height do the difference in the height of the heels they typically wear. Both would turn any man's head and even though there's over a decade in years between them, most people would have a problem telling which one was older. He loved them both and even with all that had transpired that morning, he found himself getting aroused; that disturbed him.
Once James was gone, Lisa and her sister sat down on the couch in the family room. Laura didn't say anything at first, looking as if she was searching for answers. The uncomfortable silence made Lisa fidget until she couldn't take it any longer.
