This could have gone in group, or voyeur, or loving wives. I put it in taboo because sex between brothers and sisters-in-law is viewed in many cultures as the moral equivalent of incest. In fact, it was legally forbidden in 19th century England, even after the husband or wife was dead. Enjoy, jb7
Phil Macomb walked into his brother's office to see him staring out the large window overlooking the lake which gave the town of Lakeview its name. "You asked me to stop in," he said, announcing his presence.
"Pam saw her doctor this morning. She has Muscular Dystrophy," Sam said without preamble. "What in hell do we do now?" he asked in a voice so soft and low Phil had to strain to hear him.
"What else did he say? What kind of treatment is there? What about therapy? She can't be very far advanced; what's the prognosis?" Phil threw out the questions like an assault rifle spewing out bullets.
His brother turned around, looking like a man on the verge of death itself. "I don't know. She called a bit ago. That's all she said, then she hung up. I don't even know where she is right now. Shit; I'm not sure where I am. Where am I, Phil?" Sam looked at his fraternal twin, his eyes bloodshot; his face drawn. "What am I going to do?"
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On paper, Sam Macomb was the director of the small counseling office he and his twin brother owned. He had earned his PhD in Clinical Psychology from a prestigious Eastern school, and had decided to team with his brother, who had an MSW from the same University, to provide mental health services to the small city where they had grown up.
After receiving their degrees, they had returned home and met the (also fraternal) twin sisters, Pam and Sylvia Norman, who had recently relocated to Lakeview with their family. The four of them soon became inseparable, and, until the wedding, were the subject of a great deal of speculation about the possible combinations. As it happened, Pam and Sam became a pair, influenced, no doubt, as much by size (both were slight, and of medium height for their sexes) as by their interests and personalities, and to a large degree, default.
Phil and Syl had been immediately attracted to one another and paired off on the first date the two couples shared, letting their siblings discover their own course. The mutual embarrassment Pam and Sam shared when Phil and Syl began to exceed the usual first date limits as they made out was the beginning of their bond. Their humorous reactions to the situation when they left their siblings in the car to escape the steamy scene being played out in the back seat helped move it along.
There had been a double wedding within a year, followed, untypically, by separate honeymoons. After they all returned, the life of similarities continued. Both had sons, a week apart, withing the first two years, followed a year later by daughters, also a week apart, all of whom were at college when the news of Pam's illness was received.
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Syl Macomb walked through the rear entrance of the small coffee shop and looked around, locating her sister near the window in the front of the store, watching the traffic on the street. Making her way through the small crowd at the order station, she stopped and got her latte before joining Pam. "Hey, Sis, how you doing?" she asked with her ever present smile, sitting down across from her.
"Not bad, for an old woman; for someone my age, not so good." Pam looked at her sister, wondering for the umteenth time if her mom had had an affair when they were conceived. Pam was a feminine version of her father–slight of build, dark haired, dark grey eyes, fair complexion.
Syl, from what she knew of her grandparents, resembled no one–tall for a woman at five-ten, blonde, sapphire blue eyes, with a slightly olive tint to her skin. Both, however, were slender and relatively small busted. As a result, Pam resembled a pixie and wore her hair in a style suitable to her build. When describing Syl, most people used the term willowy, enhanced by her long flowing hair which she usually wore in a ponytail.
"Oh? What's going on? More attacks?"
"No, knock on wood. It's just me, or Sam. Can I ask you a personal question?"
"Of course! We're sisters; no secrets. Remember?"
"I know, but this is different. It's about you and Phil."
"I've told you before, if you want to know how big he is, you'll have to ask him," Syl answered with a smile.
"Syl! Not that," Pam laughed and hesitated, "but related. How often do you two have sex these days?"
"Personal, I guess. Hmm, I don't know; it kinda depends what's going on in our lives. Not daily but...thinking about the sex questionnaires we filled out in college for that Psych course, more than five, less than ten times a month, so, a couple of times a week. Why?"
"In the year since I was diagnosed, we've made love once, and I have to ask Sam for a hug or to cuddle in bed. If I start to play with his dick, he turns away, and says he's too tired. Since when is a forty-five year old office worker too tired for sex?"
"I'm sorry, Pammie. Is there anything I can do?"
"I don't know. Be honest with me, Syl–have I changed over the past year? Gotten bigger, fatter? I know I can't always move as quickly as I used to, or get into some positions as rapidly as I did, and some of them hurt more than they used to..."
"And you know this how, if you've only had sex once since...have you been..."
"Nooo! Syl! How could you think such a thing? I go for physical therapy once a week. Karen, my therapist, is, mmm, call her earthy, with a strong sense of practicality. She said as long as I have to exercise those muscle groups, then lets exercise them in ways that are useful."
"Sounds good to me. I think I'd like Karen." Syl looked at her sister while taking a sip of her drink. "Do you think Sam is having an affair?"
"No, at least I don't think so, unless he's doing his secretary at work. I pay the bills and there's nothing suspicious. I hate to ask, but could you ask Phil; see if he knows anything?"
Syl grinned. "Wow, for a second there I thought you might want to borrow him for an afternoon."
"Syl! How could you..." She saw her sister's laughing face. "Oh, you..." With an inward smile Syl couldn't see, Pam asked, "And if I did, what would you say?"
"Ordinarily, I'd ask if you had lost your marbles, but under these conditions, Pammie, I'd say let me talk to Phil and I'll get back to you. I wouldn't have a problem with it, but since they're brothers, he might."
"You...you'd really do that for me?" Pam asked, wide-eyed with disbelief.
"Of course! You're my big sister," Syl answered, reaching across the table to grip her twin sister's hand.
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Across town, in the office of Macomb Brothers Counseling Services, just as Phil knocked on his brother's door, papers from the file he carried slipped out and fell to the floor. He bent down to pick them up and opened the door, catching Sam's secretary, Addie, in the final second of standing up, straightening her skirt, and his brother, with his back to the door, obviously zipping his fly. As Addie brushed past him to leave she was wiping her mouth, causing Phil to shake his head.
"So, that's why she got such a big raise this year," he commented.
"What do you mean?" asked Sam, turning around, his shirt slightly askew at the waist.
