I have written a few stories. Mostly I have received positive and encouraging response from the readers, but some have expressed their disapproval of my bad command of the English language. Living in a country where we have two domestic languages combined with the need of a third language not being English, the result is that there are some flaws in my English.
Therefore I can only apologize for the mistakes I make
. Still I like to write in English, isn’t that a way to improve your command of the language?
Sam had loved his sister Ellen for many years. She had matured into a lovely woman, now nineteen with the most beautiful figure Sam could imagine. For the last two years he had been lusting for her. All his efforts to reach her on an emotional and thereafter a more physical level had been rejected. Sam could not understand why. In his own opinion he was a handsome guy with a good humor and nice manners. How was it possible that Ellen didn't feel the same for him as he felt for her? Slowly it started to have clue. The way Ellen treated her father gave him a hint. Could it be that Ellen had a crash on their father?
The Watson family was a happy one. Both Harry and Mary were architects. They lived in a large mansion looking house by a lake. The parents had had the house build in accordance with their own drawings implementing all their combined skills to fulfill the wishes of the most demanding occupants. The surroundings were perfect, quite a few oak trees, already some 15 meters high, gave the house a splendid setting. In spite of the lake they had a big swimming pool outside, and another indoors in conjunction to a combined sauna and gym area. This area led to large covered space with only one wall missing opening to the garden outside where the other pool was situated between bushes and the oaks. The semi open space was ideal for dinners on warm but rainy days.
The family thrived together. Both Sam and Ellen spent most of their spare time at home instead of seeing their friends after school. Sam was eighteen, one year younger than his sister was. The Watson’s usually had dinner together around 7 PM prepared by Sophia, a treasure when it came to keeping a house going. She lived on the grounds in a separate little house together with her husband Emilio who took care of the grounds. After dinner was cleaned away Sophia disappeared. The family was on its own. The normal rhythm after dinner was a session of two hours reading, all together in the large drawing room or outdoors, all depending on the weather and the temperature.
What had lately disturbed Sam was that from time to time Ellen might go over to her father, sit down in his lap, and start reading. Sam felt jealous.
“Ellen, aren’t you too old to sit in Daddy’s lap?” he would sometimes ask.
“Not as long as I’m not too heavy,” she could answer.
“It’s nice that we have such a good atmosphere in the family,” mother would say.
So she approves Sam would reflect. Daddy said nothing, just smiled with an adoring expression on his face.
After the reading session a sauna session was common. They would all go to the sauna area, undress and go into the sauna. This had gone on for years, and none seemed to find it odd that they all sat there on the bench sweating together without a thread on their bodies. Sam had lately had some problems with his dick. From time to time it had started to grove. Sam knew that the reason was the naked women around him, but actually he didn’t know whether it was Ellen or his gorgeous mother that made him react. Sam’s solution to the predicament was to go for a swim in the pool.
After a while he could return with his prick dangling softly between his legs.
When returning his mother would give him an awkward smile. Had she noticed?
Sam would sit down again and commence sweating. After about half an hour they would all move into the pool together and swim around for a while.
Often, not every time they would enjoy some beers in front of the fireplace where a nice fire was burning. Ellen had a tendency to take a place beside her father and Sam, again feeling a sting of jealousy, would sit close to his mother. There they could sit telling each other about the books or magazines they had been reading. Sam would observe his Dad noticing that he never had a problem with his penis. How could he be so calm?
After the sauna session a nice game of Bridge might follow or then they would move to watch TV together. At this stage they would all be clad in morning gowns. The standard scheme would be that they played one rubber in each combination or they would watch the news and one film, carefully selected.
And then it was time for bed. They all had separate bedrooms. Daddy’s snoring had caused the parents to sleep apart.
One night Sam decided to make another try in getting better contact with Ellen. He waited for an hour after they had all withdrawn to their rooms. He sneaked soundlessly to Ellen’s room and silently opened the door. He could hear awkward sounds. He peaked in. There was a light burning on the night table beside Ellen’s bed. He could see Ellen straddling their father who was lying on his back. She was making the most delicious movements with her back. Each time she moved upwards, Sam could see Daddy’s enormous tool coming out from Ellen’s sucking cunt. Sam was flabbergasted. So this was it, they had it going together. Ellen preferred Daddy instead of him. That was why his approaches had been met with kind rejection.
Slowly without a sound Sam closed the door. He felt dizzy. He returned to his own room. What could he do? His Daddy was fucking his sister. Then why couldn’t he fuck his mother? He had for years fancied her, but always thought that approaching her was totally out of the question. He could not do that to his Dad. And his mother would never allow him to get too close to her. Or would she? His dick was rock hard as he thought about his father and sister fucking behind the wall and at the thought of himself fucking his mother. He started stroking his tool. It became deep purple. If they could do it, why couldn’t he? He started for the door. He opened the door and peaked into the corridor. Just as he was about to step out from his room he saw his mother walking down the steps to the ground floor. He grabbed his morning gown and followed down the steps. There was light in the drawing room. He could see his mother sitting in the sofa, her back to him, with a drink in front of her. He was standing in the doorway hesitating and wondering what to do. He could see his mother taking a sip from her glass. She leaned backwards in the sofa. Sam approached quite silently. When close behind her he could see that his mother had a big dildo, which she slowly pushed into her cunt. He got perplexed and started to withdraw.
“You don’t have to run away, Sam,” Mary said with a hoarse voice.
