I woke early the next morning and lay for a long while studying Kathleen who lay beside me. Her face was covered by the duvet but her shoulder and one breast were exposed. I could see the traces of a red rash over her chest and throat; the remains of her orgasm. I had caused that. But had I been too rough with her?
I covered her gently with the duvet and rolled out of bed on my way to the bathroom. I wasn't sure how she would greet me after the violence of my incest roleplay last night. I stopped by the door and looked back at her. Had I raped her? Had I assaulted her with my sperm when she begged me, or at least begged the role-play character I was attempting to portray, begged him not to come inside her, begged him not to make her pregnant again.
There came a muffled voice from under the covers;
"Tea."
So she was awake; what was she thinking?
I looked carefully and I could see she was there under the duvet, studying me from behind the tangle of her hair. She cleared her throat and I prepared myself for a crushing rebuke or at least some tearful accusation.
"Tea." She said.
"And toast."
And I felt a bit better. Tea and toast in bed was Kathleen's solution to all situations and I felt more confident.
She had showered and was half way dressed when I came with her breakfast so she put on a dressing gown; arranging the pillows against the headboard and sat herself up in bed. She grinned and I felt the relief wash over me;
"I cannot believe where you took me last night!"
I didn't know what to say and felt very much like a tongue-tied idiot.
"I just cannot believe how you manipulated my senses. The whole thing was surreal; the dialog between my twin brothers and their hands sneaking over me, and the blinding light! It was like a near death experience; mentally I was completely disorientated,"
She giggled at the thought before saying dirtily;
"I may have been disorientated but my body knew the way."
She laughed spilling some tea and made hopeless attempts to mop it up before continuing
"Where on earth you got the idea....."
She shook her head in amazement;
"And the gloves! What were you thinking?"
I shrugged and couldn't answer but I could see her genuine enthusiasm and could relax; I hadn't abused her.
"You are not just a delightfully dirty young man but you have a potent imagination and I realise I have to confide in you yet again."
She signalled that she was through with the tea tray and I took I from her.
"Don't go; put it down and come here."
She held up the edge of the duvet and I crept in and she pulled me closer.
"You must be wondering about Liam and my first pregnancy."
I kept quiet and as usual she opened her innermost feelings to me.
"I am sorry I lied to you darling but I couldn't admit it; even after all these years. I knew that Liam wasn't an innocent young boy, he was a horny young man who wouldn't take no for an answer. He would stick it in me unless I stopped him but I liked being fucked. I guess I am subconsciously trying to maintain my innocence."
"Liam was more demanding than Rory and he began entering me almost from the first time they began visiting me at night. He got me pregnant. It was a complete crisis and the priest was called in. He told my mother that there was a lady we could visit to make it all go away."
She paused as if rearranging the thoughts in her head before continuing.
"It was a tough experience. My mother disowned me and it ruined my relationship with my father; he was torn between his care for me and his love for my mother. Not a word was said about Liam and his part in it all. I was given a piece of paper with an address and told to get on with it. I found the way to an older lady; she was a midwife, she had taken some equipment from the hospital and had a bench in her front room."
