Reckless Pleasures

A sequel to 'Bleary Eyed and Restless' and 'Eleanor's Fleeting Pleasure'

Zoe pulled on her brother's hair as she tried to claim his attention. Had they locked the back door? It was one of the house rules that her parents set and that they all lived by. Living on the edge of the city and with the Boston skyline visible from the attic windows, they took no chances to make it easier for intruders.

"Yeah, I did that. I was the one to come home after you. Now, don't get distracted from what we were doing so well. That flight home from our holiday sure changed your mind about things...about us doing this."

"And we must be crazy to keep on doing it!"

She had given voice to her dismay that they pursued each other whenever the opportunity arose to do so, but always in the family home. The three-storey clapboarded property with its tree-lined boundaries and lawns as wide as a prairie, had been in her father's family for generations.

"I'm feeling horny and crazy for you!" Leo sang out before he silenced her with kisses, his body moving sinuously against her and Zoe clinging to him with all the strength that she still possessed. Her brother was strong and horny, and there were moments when she felt utterly wasted by what they did in pursuit of an incestuous tryst that broke every rule they were supposed to live by.

They stifled his panting breaths with kisses as he resumed taking her, Zoe sharing once more in moments of pleasure. He'd soon have to buy another box of condoms as neither of them was taking any chances, not one. What did plague them, or crept into their minds, was the risk of discovery.

"I'm close again because of you!"

Zoe called out to him as she continued bucking her hips and whimpering desperate pleas for him to fuck her harder and faster. He complied with all the energy that she had left him with and he soon felt her body stiffen and the embrace of her arms and legs around him tighten.

"Leo!" she screeched and avoided his hungering kisses and groaned through her clenched teeth, her lips drawn over them in a moment's grimace of sublime pleasure; or was it out of pain? "No, stay there in me!"

Zoe's body shuddered as she climaxed, strong waves of contractions racing through her petite and curvy body as he juddered and wads of his semen filled the condom that she had slicked over his length not so many minutes ago. She kept tugging on his prick, her body convulsing as she clawed at his skin and relished the deep satisfaction that he again brought to her.

Zoe tugged on his hair once more to keep him from marking the skin of her aching breasts and nipples. Leo had paid homage to her body, her pussy in particular, but they had to stop what they had fallen into doing again.

"I'll want to worship you and your pussy again, and soon," he told her and felt Zoe shiver as he withdrew from her body and rose to kneel between her parted legs.

Her firm and perky breasts pointed up invitingly and he saw the faintest outline of her bikini bra on her skin. That short break in Acapulco, a few weeks ago, had made her skin gloriously tanned and complemented her brown hair with its blonde strands, highlighted by that fearsome sun they had lazed under when on that holiday. The plane trip home, and what they had done during that flight, had opened the door to a whole new meaning of their brother and sister relationship.

Zoe lifted her legs and placed her feet on the bed as he leaned forward to kiss his way over her soft thighs. They had fucked to a standstill but they wanted to delight in each other for moments longer. She tugged on his hair as Leo buried his face in her slit once more, his expert tonguing of her too much to bear.

"Please... please... I can't breathe... no more Leo! We need to stop!"

It was then that a voice broke the reverie that they had fallen into, Leo cursing and then falling away from her and stumbling to his feet. He felt shaky after what they had shared and he saw Zoe struggling to sit up. She soon covered her breasts with one hand as the other was thrust down and onto what he knew, from other times with her, was Zoe's aching pussy as she closed her legs and sheepishly concealed her pussy's swollen lips.

"Mom!" Zoe called out, both out of fear and embarrassment.

"We didn't hear you come home!" Leo said lamely and in evident dismay as he frantically sought to find his clothes, his briefs the most important. His dick swayed and, as he met his mother's stare on him, he couldn't help but wonder what she made of the sight.

Her adult son was as naked as on the day he'd been born.

"I sure know that, Leo!" She averted her gaze from him, but only after she had taken errant pleasure from seeing just how well-endowed her boy had become. His beach shorts, worn on a recent holiday, had kept all that she now looked at discreetly covered. "Go on, get out of my sight, and you, girl, you stay right where you are, but put something on!"

Leo glanced his sister's way. "Call me if you need me."

"She won't, not like this," Eleanor snarled and pushed him towards the door which she closed behind him.

"Listen Mom..."

"No, I won't listen!"

She was startled to meet Zoe's belligerent stare as she turned to face her. They stood only a foot or so apart, one scantily dressed, the other in her work clothes, a chic wrap-around dress in dark green, her straw-blonde hair bleached after a few days' break under the Mexican sun. It was plaited and fell just below her shoulders. "Explain this, what I've stumbled in on...if you can?"

Zoe looked back at her mother, her eyes challenging and her demeanour suggesting that she had her answer ready for a moment such as this, and for whoever would have discovered her close bond with Leo. She adjusted the fit of her panties, just as she had done with her T-shirt to cover her reddened breasts and realised her mistake. She had drawn attention to the glow on the skin to the insides of her thighs; and also, the unmistakable red mark on her right breast.

Eleanor was seen to clench her lips to stifle angry words. If looks could kill, Zoe thought.

"I told Leo how a guy at a party, and then afterward when we went back to some girl's place, tried to force his way into me. I didn't tell you and, besides, you'd only lecture me. Leo understood and I asked him to show me how it goes...love and respect, if you like." She paused and smiled to tease, or was it to challenge, her mother. "Even you may have asked someone who cared about you to take his time with you...before...before you met Dad."

"No, I didn't, and don't you dare even go there!" Eleanor shouted. Her hand was seen to shake as she put it to her hair as if to defend herself against another blow. "Go on, get dressed, and get out of my sight. I'll go and talk to Leo and see what he has to say to back up what you've told me."

Zoe stopped her at the door. "I'm sorry that you had to see us. Leo and I know it's wrong..."

"Then stop, do something about it. I can't bear the thought of this going on under my roof, in the house we all share."

Eleanor had to let her daughter know how angry she was, but she was also acutely aware of her frailties and what she had done with a man who had seduced her while on that family holiday.

She had acted on impulse and been pleased beyond measure, in the arms of a French man who had been in Acapulco on business. It had been a tempestuous and sublimely satisfying tryst that had filled only an hour or so of her time, from the moment of meeting him to her closing the door of Alain's room.

"I'll go out for a while...go the Becky Talbot's place."

"Do that! Does she know about this, what you and Leo do and only sometimes, I hope?"

"Of course she doesn't!" Zoe snapped in reply. "It's not something to brag about, even if Leo's been kind and understanding in helping me through."

"You should've come to me, talked it out with me."

"Mom, it wouldn't be the same and you've known all along that Leo and I are close...have been for years...and since we were kids. It's just become so much more."

"Just, just so much more! Don't remind me of how it's been between you! I worried myself sick thinking about when that would end...you two being so 'close' as you put it and when you were kids. But I saw how it was between you on that holiday, but...but this?"

Zoe saw her mother shake her head in disbelief that they were even talking about what she had stumbled in on.

"You've got your answer, now, Mom."

Eleanor reached out to her and Zoe fell into her embrace. There was so much in her life, with Zoe's father, that took its toll on her. But of that, she dared not speak.

"Just be careful, Zoe, darlin'...don't get messed up by what you're doing. That's all I can say. It's something, I guess, that no one's abusing you. We hold this close and tell no one. The last thing I want is for your father to know."

"Sure, Mom. It's what Leo and I agreed until we got through this time together."

Eleanor shrugged her shoulders and sighed. She'd had a spontaneous affair with a rakishly attractive Frenchman who had seduced her, who had been instantly attracted to her, and here she was admonishing her daughter who may have been overwhelmed by her pubescent hormones and the attention of her undoubtedly handsome brother.

"Go carefully," was all she said to Zoe before she left her room.

♥

His mind was torn between his studies and what had happened.

Leo knew only too well that his Mom would let rip when she saw him again. It would have come as a shock for her to have seen him with Zoe, naked and in her bed and knowing exactly what they had surrendered to. Mom, or Eleanor as he now chose to think of her, had reprimanded them -- if that was the right word -- often enough for their closeness that would have seemed in another's eyes to have been over-familiarity.

And yet, on the recent holiday in Acapulco, she had said nothing about it, on how close he and Zoe had been as they frolicked in the pool, scantily clad in swimming gear, and not the least bit interested in anyone else they might meet and only in each other. And then, moments ago, she had interrupted them as they frolicked in the sack and made real Zoe's fears of them being discovered

'in flagrante'

.

He gave a rueful laugh as he thought of it.

There had been something in Eleanor's behaviour, and in the look of her eyes upon them, and especially on him as he shoved his still erect penis into his briefs, that suggested that a nerve had been touched, or that she had felt the gnaw of jealousy. It was crazy but, now that he came to think of it, he no longer saw any overt displays of affection between Eleanor and his father, Jack.

Could she, his slender-figured and shapely mother, be missing out on the physical bond that she had once enjoyed? Would that be the explanation for her reaction to Jack's recent medical troubles and calls to the hospital that Eleanor had not spoken of in any detail to him and Zoe? He had even seen a guy, a holidaymaker staying at their hotel, coming onto her as they sat sunbathing and when Jack had been taking a stroll, lying under the sun being of little, or no, interest to him.

Eleanor had agreed that they could go to the beach, go for a swim in the sea, and try to find Jack. She'd even bought them drinks as he and Zoe, oiled up as they lounged about, chattered about inconsequential things, and were bonding as strongly as ever. They had slept in separate rooms, unlike Eleanor and Jack, but there seemed to be an edge to how they spoke to each other on that holiday.

"Here I go," he sighed on hearing a firm knocking on his bedroom door some thirty minutes after Eleanor had interrupted them. It prompted him to stand up and step away from his desk where he had resumed his studies or had tried to do that.

"Hi, Mom," was all that he said on opening the door to her.

Eleanor looked much calmer than he had dared to expect and his mind spooled back to what he had been thinking of moments ago.

"I've interrupted your studies."

"No, not really...I've had other things on my mind."

"I guess so. We all have, the three of us," Eleanor said. "Zoe's gone out to see Isabel, her closest friend at school. I...I wondered if you'd come down to the pool and sit with me and we talk. It's a shame to spend so much time indoors and you can bring your study books with you...that's if you want to do that."

"Yeah, I could do that but it's not necessary. I'm through with it for now. I'm ahead of things...for once" he lied, eager to be with her and to see where she took things. He realized again, on looking at her, that Zoe had much of her mother's looks.

Eleanor smirked a smile before answering him.

"I gathered that as I saw how you were with your sister. Now, don't be long, will you? I'll just go and change into a swimsuit and we catch up on things."

"Sure...'ll soon be there," he said as Eleanor turned and, on a backward glance, strode down the sunlit landing to the master bedroom she shared with Jack.

Jeez! Where was this encounter with her now heading after what she had seen of him and Zoe? What would Zoe make of it all when she returned home he wondered. He sure hoped that Eleanor would slip into that one-piece swimsuit that was like a second skin on her and he'd seen her wearing on holiday.

Jeez! To look at her he had to wonder how she managed to keep her emotions under such control when Jack, his Dad, had his troubles in pleasing her. That much he had learned from Zoe, but how she had discovered that she didn't say.

♥

It wasn't too warm to have cycled over to see Isabel, but Zoe made her excuses and soon got home. She'd washed herself properly before going out; putting on panties, some frayed denim shorts, and a grey T-shirt, her sneakers looking neat and not clunky on her slender legs. She'd forsaken a bra, her tits still aching from the feast that Leo had made of them.

"Hello?" she called out, but there was an eerie silence in the house that was broken by her running up the stairs to check if Leo was working as he prepped for exams. She'd finished hers and had half days from school, so there had been time to get together with Leo while they had the house to themselves.

"That plan sure crashed and burned," she muttered.

There was no sign of Leo when she knocked on his door and got no reply.

Along the hallway was her bedroom, and now she gazed out of the window that gave views of the grassed yard and the pool area, the terrace where sun-loungers were set out and were clearly in view.

"You guys look relaxed," she muttered.

Eleanor was seen reading a magazine as she sat on a sun-lounger, her shapely and slender legs drawn up and acting as a bookrest. Leo was fooling around in the pool as he always did. Eleanor's swim costume, a one-piece with cut-away hips and the fabric taut on her body had her looking as she had done when they had all lain by the pool when on holiday, all of them sunbathing before she and Leo had gone for a swim in the sea that was a short stroll away. When they got back, Mom was nowhere to be seen and Leo had remarked, "Mom and Dad don't spend any quality time together, do they?"

"Unlike us," she had opined in reply. Now she wondered where it would all go between them as she watched her mother and brother. The heated exchanges when Eleanor stumbled in on them seemed to have been completely forgotten.

But how and why?

She watched as Eleanor sipped on some fruit drink and Leo floated on his back on the almost stilled surface of the water. Grabbing her iPhone, she began to film the scene; two members of the family relaxing in the garden and seemingly the heat of their argument had, hopefully, been pushed to one side.

Crazy as it was to think of it, now, and as she watched them, she wondered if a changed reality would get to be lived out between them all; between the three of them that is.

Her bedroom window was open but she could not make out what Leo called out to his mother. Eleanor lowered the magazine she was reading and said something in reply which made him laugh. She did hear that, a suggestive laugh in response to a suggestive remark. She'd used that ploy on him too.

Leo soon disappeared below the water and she waited in nervy anticipation to see what her rebellious brother would now do.

"No, it can't be!" she gasped in dismay as Leo's head broke the surface of the water and he raised an arm. Something colourful sailed through the air and slopped on the slabs by the side of the pool and close to where Eleanor was sitting. They were his skimpy swimming briefs that she had seen him wear only once when they were on the beach in Acapulco, the fabric of the garment so tight that what he packed had been there for all to see.

Now her mother would have seen the fit on him, how his swimming briefs shaped her son's penis and sac, before...before Leo swam on his back, naked, his penis erect. He was pulling on it, all restraint or control of his actions seemingly forsaken unless...

"Oh no, she can't be encouraging him, can she?"

Zoe leaned on the windowsill and gazed at them, disbelief vying with envy that he could put on this display outside, in and out of the pool, whereas they had been so controlled and fearful of being discovered and had kept to her room, or Leo's.

Her Mom, Eleanor, would have been worried shitless that her kids were having an incestuous relationship. That was bad enough, but for Eleanor to be seen with him behaving in this way? Would the mother be claimed by her son and then what would she have to say if she was caught?

Her eyes refocussed on what she was looking at.

"Mom...Eleanor!" Leo called out, "Just you look at me now!"

The magazine was no longer of any interest and Eleanor moved to sit on the edge of the lounger, putting her hands on either side of her legs as she leaned forward. Her breasts, her cleavage, were exposed to his gaze. The tan from the holiday in Mexico had not faded and Zoe saw her mother's bright smile as she said something to him that could not be heard.

"Go on, do it!" she did hear Leo laugh out in encouragement and, to her dismay, Zoe watched as Eleanor unfastened the clip at her neck and pulled down the top half of her swimsuit, the cups that had held her shapely breasts now by her waist.

"Oh fuck!" Zoe groaned, "She's after him too, now, is she?"

Leo would never have seen her Mom act in this way, nor how her tits bounced and swayed as Eleanor stepped across the slabs until she reached the curved side of the pool and crouched down, then knelt, as she beckoned to him.

Leo soon came closer, a smile creasing his handsome face.

He soon climbed out of the water and lay on the slabs that edged the pool. With his feet still dangling in the water she saw her brother rest back on his elbows and she watched as he gripped his penis and waggled it at Eleanor. He wanted her to suck him off and break every parenting rule going.

Zoe touched herself, then unbuttoned her denim shorts and ripped down the zipper. What her Mom would do on Leo, so she would do on herself and work her pussy. She began to masturbate as Eleanor was seen to take Leo's swollen member in her slender-fingered hand and moved it up and down his shaft before he shifted again, encouraged by what Leo had said as she worked him.

"I'll keep up with you two!"

Eleanor knelt right over her son, her breasts brushing his stomach as he took him deep into her mouth. That long and thick member, that had filled her tight young pussy, was now engulfed in Eleanor's mouth, her head bobbing up and down over it as she sucked quickly on him. She shifted her weight not only in response to Leo's fingering of her pussy as he reached between her legs but also to allow her to take him so deeply that her lips finally brushed over his groin, brushed against that dense mat of hair, Leo's pubes. Even she had picked a few out of her mouth after she had sucked him off.