Part four is already in the works.
This story is copyright 2003 of destinie21
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I walked into the kitchen and approached my mother, she had her back to me but I could see her watching my reflection in the glass door of the cabinet. Pressing my breasts against her back and resting my hands on her hips I whispered in her ear. “Can I help you?” Pressing back against me she shook her head slightly. “No I’m almost finished.” Running my hands upward I brushed my fingertips against the sides of her abdomen and over her ribcage. I could feel the heat of her skin even through the fitted black v neck sweater she wore. Cupping her breasts in my hands I lowered my head slightly to run my tongue over her neck nipping at the skin lightly with my teeth. If I hadn’t been right behind her I might not have heard the little moan that escaped her throat. I wanted to throw her down on the kitchen floor and take her right then and there but the slamming of the front door meant Daddy was home.
I jumped away from her as if the heat from her skin had burned me. By the time Daddy had walked down the short hallway and entered the kitchen I was sitting at the table. I looked everywhere but at him feeling guilty that not only was my mother having an affair, she was having it with my sister and I. I sighed and stood up retrieving the dishes to set the table. My life had gone from being reasonably stable to being precarious and off kilter. It would figure that the two women I loved the most would be behind all my new found confusion. I didn’t regret what had transpired for even a moment but I had my doubts as to whether or not I could handle it.
The images of the three of us entangled played through my mind while my thoughts buzzed like background noise. What if I or we ruined our family? What if Daddy found out? What if I couldn’t handle it and a rift formed between my mother and I and then again between Sheri and I? I had plenty of questions but as of yet no answers came to mind. Sheri breezed into the room just as Mother set the last dish of food on the table. I was trapped between lust and doubt and could hardly taste the food let alone enjoy it. I glanced at Sheri to see if maybe she was experiencing any of what I was feeling; her expression told me she wasn’t thinking of much beyond sex.
It dawned on me that Sheri wasn’t new to all of this, a fact that I had almost forgotten. I made up my mind to question the hell out of her before I touched so much as a hair on her head. I had to get my answers before I got too deep. Yeah right too deep, I know I’m already drowning.
After lunch I helped to clean up then went to my room to think. The room had Sheri all over it and I kept losing my train of thought, I was thinking of just how fun it would be to tie her to the bed and have my way with her when I heard a knock on the door. Before I could utter a word Sheri swung the door open and entered the room, nearly slamming the door behind her. I smiled at her wondering for a moment if my thoughts had somehow summoned her. Shaking the thought out of my head I ran my fingers through my hair. Sheri’s eyes tracked my motions, as she leaned back against the door. “What’s the matter Raine?” She asked
“We need to talk” I told her with a level stare. Lust ran like an undercurrent beneath my skin, it took all my willpower to keep my thoughts on track but there were things that I wanted to know and assurances I needed to have. Sheri walked over to the bed and seated herself by my side. I looked at her for a moment before speaking up and asking possibly the weirdest question that had ever passed my lips. “How long have you been fucking Mother?” Sheri laughed because I had blurted out my question or perhaps because of the way I had phrased it.
When she regained her composure she returned my stare and grew serious, “About Three years.” She said
“Well, how did it start?” I asked trying to hide my shock
Sheri looked uncertain of how to begin. “It started with Mother and Sandra.” I looked at her hard, Sandra was my mother’s sister older than she was by a year. The woman was a raging bitch but one hell of a looker. I sat there staring and waiting for my sister to go on. Seeing that my only response was widened eyes and slightly parted lips Sheri continued.
“I walked in on them and well, it was sort of you know hot. At first I was like Oh my god what the hell.” She paused “You know?”
I nodded my head pretending to know the feeling.
Well anyway the first time I just walked out. Mother came after me and caught me before I could storm out and book an appointment with the first available shrink. She asked me how I felt about what I had just seen. I told her I was disgusted and traumatized. She said “oh really” and slipped her hand down my pants before I could back away.”
I was picturing the scene in my head as Sheri spoke. She was right it was hot. The Images flashing in my brain sent little shocks to my pussy.