MY MOTHER Regina Link became pregnant when holidaying in the Virgin Islands of all places while separated from dad serving on a diplomatic mission in East Europe. She'd refused to accompany him because murder, beatings and mayhem were a way of life in the country where he was posted. I was ten months old before my so-called father Anthony saw me, not that I remembered that auspicious occasion when presumably mom wore a black eye or was being celebrated as a very clever lady for achieving self-fertilization. My sister Mia was born eight years later when we were stationed in Hong Kong. Everyone including dad assumed he was Mia's father. Mia and I came to regard that as bullshit but made no attempt to prove our belief. It just made us feel closer ...as my mother's memoirs to be published posthumously at the appropriate time will reveal.
CHAPTER 1
Regina Link's promiscuity went unnoticed, except for the beneficiaries who left her resting sleepily in satisfaction. She coupled only with happily married men of well-established families to whom controversy was an anathema and the men were dedicated to making money until death and thus were certain to never have to co-write grubby little memoirs to finance themselves through retirement.
Guys honored to have slid up and down between Regina Link's creamy well-bred thighs remained unaware they were safer having a secret tryst with her than spending an afternoon in the security vault of their bank. They weren't to know they could rest assured there was no question of accidental pregnancy, as she'd slipped up only once long again when in the Virgin Islands. Early in her marriage to an older man she'd found she preferred sex to bridge. She could, for example, choose her partner, extend the game for as long as she wished and never be late home for dinner -- unless that was her wish.
A real irritation entered her life with that unwanted, unexpected pregnancy to Baron Roland Archer. She'd met the retired British recluse also on holiday and simply had assumed at his age he'd not be capable of firing a live round or two, such was the ignorance of the 22-year-old. She decided to have the child in the hope he'd turned out to be more of an asset than a liability but no, it was the latter. Rodin turned out to be a cry baby so Regina, daughter of a super-wealthy industrialist, purchased a house in his name and installed two live-in nannies to attend to him 24/7 while she either lived in her home alone or went globe-trotting picking up and discarding lovers as if picking up cards at bridge.
This distance between Regina and Rodin increased enormously eight years later when she gave birth in Hong Kong to daughter Mia Charlotte Link who turned out perfect in every way. Mother only showed Rodin his sister on his birthday in the three years they were in Hong Kong. Regina never explained this isolation -- which was one reason why Rodin was thinking of topping his mom to get his hands on her memoirs. Rodin simply assumed she didn't like him and that seemed an intelligent guess. However when Mia learned to walk she was often taken by her nanny to visit Rodin with his two nannies who, whether his mom intended that or not, seemed to become younger and sexier as he grew older.
The family's home -- rarely used -- is in Boston and Rodin graduated in law in Massachusetts and went to Oxford in England on a scholarship to complete post-graduate studies in international law.
The family had been kept apart by Anthony's postings -- although he was now retired -- and by Regina's manipulations but it would be reunited back in Boston for Mia's college graduation.
"Mom, when is Rodin due?" the long-legged Mia, sweeping back her raven hair called, coming down the stairs the morning before the ceremony.
"I haven't a clue," her mother lied, still angry that Mia had written to him and he'd called from South Africa to say he'd be home for his sister's 'finest hour'.
Mia asked the housekeeper, finger against her lips, to copy Rodin's email for her and was handed it a few minutes later. She had twenty minutes to get to the airport.
"Mom, I'm meeting Helena and Judy at the mall. May I take the BMW?"
"Yes dear, don't drink and drive."
Mia rushed to Logan International Airport and waiting just five minutes saw her brother emerge from security and waved wildly and screamed. He appeared not all at perturbed but when he reached her said, "Hey, back off baby. Pushing into a guy like that means sex."
"Perhaps that's what I mean," she said, staring at him defiantly. He sighed and then gave her a brotherly kiss.
"It's been two years, what do you think of these?" she asked, relieved not to be given a lecture.
"They are beauties and ought to be in a bra. They'll flop sooner if not kept well supported most of the day."
"Youth is on my side."
He grinned, looking very masculine with his shaggy looks. She felt like fingering herself.
"Where's your girlfriend?"
"You went shitty on me last time when I brought a female pal with me so I came alone. I didn't want to spoil your great occasion."
"You can always fuck me if you feel the need."
Rodin just sighed, She liked the fact Rodin didn't lecture her and he didn't look around in embarrassment to see who'd overheard her. He really was so much like her. She thought if she wanted to screw him it would have to be within hours of him reunited with his mother, as he always saddened after those rare encounters. What was the use of studying psychology if she didn't apply the results practically?
Their mother who also hadn't seen her son for seventeen months came up with one of her classic greetings when they met. "Oh, you're home?"
"Hello mother. You look well."
"Well, that's not necessarily how I judge it," said the bitch they called mother. "Go and have a sleep because we don't want a travel zombie at the table for dinner. Your father would like intelligent conversation from a son he hasn't seen for more than two years."
And that was it. Their mother walked away. Rodin's shoulders slumped but he was immediately uplifted when the housekeeper kissed him and said beautifully, "Welcome home lovely Rodin. It is a pleasure having you in the house again. Come this way please and I'll put you to bed. Off you go Mia."
Mrs Blake had been Rodin's last nanny and had taught him about life. Mia was quite sure she'd undress him, make him brush his teeth and when he was in bed would pull up her dress and ask did he wish her to sit on him.
Mia sighed and recalled her mother had forbidden Mia's nannies to teach Mia about sex or to touch her body in an unladylike manner. She gritted and still thought guys had all the fun.
Five hours later Mia went into Rodin's room, undressed and slipped in beside him. She was sucking him before he awoke. He pulled the blankets up and said, "Oh, it's you. Want mom to kill you?"
Mia said, "I love you Rodin."
"What's the time?"
"Just after 5:00."
"This I love you garbage. You state that in every email you send. You've written it so much you are in danger of believing it."
"Please yourself. Now may I get on with my task?"
Rodin grinned and thickened in her mouth. He didn't want to do it but he was tired and a little depressed. The person he wanted to love him in the family sense of the word was his mother. But Mia had her dripping cunt over his mouth in converting to a sixty-nine so fast he was practically unaware it was happening. She then pulled out of that before either of them climaxed and was feeding him into her before he finished yawning.
"Mia, we can't."
"Too late, we're doing it. Don't just rest there."
Just before 6:15 his mother entered the room, presumably to wake up Rodin. She found them both asleep, her daughter on her back and smeared in cum from thighs to forehead.
Regina let rip.
"Wake up you motherfucker," she screamed, aiming her wrath at her unwanted son.
Rodin woke, spotted a slap aimed for his face so grabbed the hand and pulled his mom off balance. She fell over him and across Mia's belly, the thin coating of cum making her face skid even farther.
"Yuk," she screamed.
