Sophomore Year Pt 15

Part 15: Incest

Chapter 34: Incest - Ian gets to know Clarice's parents better.

As we drove back, Clarice commented on all the sex I had been having over the holidays, "Seems like you don't really need me."

"I've never met another girl who could take it up the ass like you. My dick would miss that."

That earned me a punch in the arm before Clarice said, "Your cock and my ass do see to have been made for each other. What would you do to me right now if you could?"

"I'd love to have you on all fours, reaching back to spread your ass and inviting me in. I can imagine the feeling as my cock head pops into your ass. I'd slide all the way in until my balls touch your ass ring. Then I'd slow fuck your ass until you beg me to pound you hard. I know my little ass slut will want to feel herself getting reamed. Once you started begging me for it, I'd slam my cock up your ass until we both see stars."

"If we could wait until we get to the O'Briens, I'd do the same thing, but once I was buried in your ass I'd hold there until Mark does the same thing to my ass. Once his balls are swinging against mine, we'd get going so I can slam your ass while Mark slams mine."

"Haven't had your cute little hole fucked in a while?"

"Not since my last workout with Keith."

"I can understand. I need a good ass fucking at least once a week. If you can't deliver that, it's definitely a deal breaker."

"It goes against my moral judgment, but I'm willing to make that sacrifice for my love. What about you? Anything you're craving?"

"Surprisingly, I miss Patty. We haven't been together much since she started dating Priya. It's left me out of sorts, and I only realized why when I got home for Christmas."

Changing the subject, I said, "We never exchanged Christmas gifts. There are two packages in the top of my backpack if you want to open them now."

Clarice reached into the backseat and dug out the two boxes. One was just a couple of inches on a side and the other was about the size of a quart milk carton. A suspicious grin crossed her face when she saw the smaller box. She asked, "Which one should I open first?"

"Your choice."

Clarice didn't hesitate. She ripped into the larger package as I hoped she would. As the wrapping came off, she said, "Now I see why you wanted to do this now."

I had gotten her a remote-controlled egg like the one we'd borrowed from Keith and Anita.

Grinning, I told her, "It's fully charged."

With a big smile on her face, Clarice pulled the toy out of its box, slid her pants down, activated the egg and slid it into her pussy. As it contacted her inner pussy lips she exclaimed, "Ooh, I should have warmed it up a littler first." There was a small packet of lube in the box that she used to insert the smaller probe in her ass after warming it in her hand. After she pulled up her pants, she handed me the remote and said, "Be nice."

As I took the remote from her, I said, "Now open the other box."

It was obviously a jewelry box, so I could see a question in Clarice's eyes as she hesitated before opening the lid. When she pulled out a promise ring, I could see her start to tear up. I let her slip it onto her finger and kiss my cheek before I activated the egg.

"Oooh. Way to ... ruin a moment ... jerk."

I turned off the vibrator and leaned over to get another kiss on my cheek before I said, "What'd you get me?" in my best eager little kid voice.

Clarice reached into her own backpack and pulled out two boxes that looked remarkably similar to the ones I'd given her. Not giving me a choice, she said, "I'll open them for you. Big one first."

As she unwrapped the box, I could see that she'd given me a remote-controlled prostate vibrator with a vibrating cock ring. She insisted that I pull over at the next exit so I could wear my gift just as she was wearing hers. We parked at the remote end of the rest area, and I dropped my pants.

Once I had the toy properly situated in my ass and around my cock, I pulled my pants back up and Clarice handed me the second box. I knew right away that it was a promise ring for me, which explained the look I'd noticed when she saw my gifts to her. As I put it on my finger and held it up next to hers, we both said, "Patty."

I'd asked Patty for gift ideas, and she told me how much Clarice had liked the vibrator, and she also strongly hinted that the promise ring would be a good idea. Apparently, Clarice had a similar conversation with her.

We got on the road, playing with each other's vibrators enough to make the drive go by fast but not enough to cause an accident. We made a brief stop at a rest area outside of town to remove our toys.

We arrived home just as Mom was pulling into the driveway. I threw our bags into my room while Mom changed out of her work clothes and Clarice went to start dinner. Before she went to her room, Mom told us that Erica would be joining us for dinner.

As we cooked, Mom told us, "Bree called to tell me she made it to Karen's new place okay. Karen wasn't home yet; she'd gone to work out. Bree said she had a nice talk with Marilu. It seems she's a big fan of Ian. I called back later and spoke briefly with Karen. She said she thinks she'll like living with Marilu, and she said if Clarice ever gets smart and dumps Ian, she wants first dibs on the redhead."

Her look told me those phone calls needed some explanation in her mind, so we filled her in on everything that had happened since we left. Mom grilled us to fill in the details, but she mostly wanted to know how we thought Karen was doing. When I told her that Karen was pissed at Darryl, Mom said, "Already?"

I explained about Clarice talking her through all the self-doubts and getting her to focus on the fact that Darryl weaseled out on her. Clarice tried to minimize her role, but Mom knew enough about Karen's usual pattern to see that she was just being modest. Mom started to comment on our sleeping arrangements of the previous night when Erica showed up.

I'd met Erica several times before, but I hadn't known that she was sleeping with Mom at the time. Mom had told Erica their relationship was "out" now, and as a result Erica seemed to be approaching me cautiously. As we sat down to eat, I decided to jump right in, saying, "So, you and Mom are friends with benefits now."

That seemed to startle Erica, who blushed and floundered for a response. Mom was also speechless, and Clarice suppressed a giggle. I let her stutter for a few seconds before I said, "Mom seems happy, and she's definitely more relaxed. I think it's great that you two have taken your friendship to a new level."

I was sitting between Mom and Clarice, and they both smacked me in the shoulder. Clarice said, "You can be such a jerk sometimes," but she was smiling as she said it.

Erica told us that she hadn't had the nerve to come out to her own kids yet. They took it hard when she first started dating guys. Mom and Erica took turns telling us about the dating pool women their age face.

Mom started, "Most of the guys are divorced. A lot of times it's easy to see why their ex-wives divorced them."

Erica went on, "When you meet a divorced guy who really was the victim, he's usually so damaged that you spend every date walking on eggshells."

"Then there are the confirmed bachelors. Most of them are just looking for variety. Once "new and exciting" turns to "familiar and comfortable," they're on to someone else."

"Since your mom and I aren't rich, we don't qualify as cougars."

"And since we aren't retired supermodels, the sugar daddies don't want us."

They went on like that for a while, categorizing all kinds of men for us. A lot of it was funny, but Clarice and I could see that they were frustrated too.

After dinner we all pitched in to clean up, then we sat in the living room talking and drinking a couple of bottles of wine that Erica had brought. I was surprised when, at nine o'clock, Mom said, "Time to turn in."

I was even more surprised when Mom held out her hand for Erica. As the two of them reached the bottom of the stairs, Mom stopped like she'd suddenly remembered something. Coming back to the living room she said, "I don't think I'll see you before you leave. I forgot to tell you I start my overnight shift tomorrow."

"That's why Erica's here. We were supposed to go to a New Year's party, but I can't go because I'll be working. We're celebrating tonight."

The shelter where Mom works operates under a state charter. The charter says the shelter must be staffed 24/7, but the budget doesn't cover evening and weekend staffing. Instead, the six women who are full time staff members take turns sleeping over two nights out of every twelve.

Clarice and I hugged Mom and wished her a Happy New Year. We said goodbye to Erica, and they went to bed.

Not long after that, we found out that Erica is a very vocal lover. We tried to watch TV, but after a bit they were so distracting it became comical. Finally, Clarice looked at me and said, "Let's go make some noise of our own."

Within minutes we were naked and in bed, and soon after that I had Clarice matching Erica shout for shout.

After some brief foreplay, Clarice wanted me to fuck her missionary style. We fucked for the next twenty minutes, and Clarice was able to achieve several orgasms. We changed positions to doggie style and then to Clarice riding me cowgirl style before I finally filled her cunt with my cum.

As we lay side by side in a sixty-nine licking each other clean, we both nodded off to sleep. I think we were both exhausted from the long drive after all the activity the night before.

I woke up a little later with my head still on Clarice's thigh and my face near her pussy. I stuck out my tongue and licked her pussy until a small orgasm woke her up. As she awoke, she pushed me away saying she had to pee, so we stumbled to the bathroom and then climbed back in bed and cuddled together to sleep the rest of the night. Despite the late hour, sounds of lovemaking were still coming from Mom's room as we settled back in bed.

We slept in until my bladder woke me up the next morning. I barged into the bathroom without thinking and caught Erica hanging up her towel. I started to turn and leave, but Erica said, "I know I'm not a twenty-something hottie, but I don't usually scare off guys who see me naked."

I turned back towards her and saw that she was striking a pose. If confidence is sexy, Erica was the hottest thing on earth. She was curvy, but I couldn't see an ounce of fat on her. She also had flawless skin. Mom had mentioned that they liked to go to a tanning salon, and I could see a hint of a golden tan.

When I first met Erica, she'd had this mischievous look on her face as she gave me a big smile. My first impression was that she was cute in a big girl kind of way, and she looked like a lot of fun.

I'd noticed then that her hair was brown with blonde highlights, and she wore it in a simple, shoulder length cut that framed her face nicely. She hadn't seemed to be wearing any makeup, and her skin had smooth and unblemished appearance except for a hint of laugh lines around her sparkling green eyes. I'd thought she was at least five years younger than she turned out to be.

Now, as I looked at her face, I saw a smoldering cougar. Her eyes looked feral with her wet hair plastered back over her head. It didn't add up with what she and Mom had said the night before.

Erica stood with one hand up against the wall and the other hanging relaxed by her side. The smooth curve of her shoulders accentuated her firm, C-cup tits. Her areolas were inviting brown circles that made me want to see if my mouth could cover them, and her nipples were stiff nubs that needed to be sucked. While she didn't have six pack abs, her stomach was as flat as many college girls I know.

She had one leg crossed in front of the other with her toes pointed. That showed off the womanly curve of her hips and her amazing legs. I also noticed, while trying not to, that she kept her pussy shaved, with puffy outer lips and delicate inner lips that were just peeking out.

She was checking me out while I was checking her out. Before I could say anything, Erica said, "I'll take your reaction to mean I look okay."

I realized that I had sprung an erection and Erica was looking at it as she licked her lips.

When I could finally speak, I said, "If you want a line of guys to pick from, you need to show off a little of what I'm seeing right here. You are a definite MILF in my book."

"MILF?"

"Mother I'd love to fuck."

Suddenly the seductress was gone, and Erica was a mom, grateful for a compliment. She came to me and gave me a big hug before she said, "I'd better get out of here before I try to do something that will probably embarrass us both."

She left and I took care of my business. As I returned to bed, Clarice said, "I heard your conversation with Erica. That was nice, what you said."

"I was serious. If she'd tried something, I'm not sure I wouldn't have gone along with it."

"Man whore."

"Isn't that what you love most of about me?"

"Tolerate is the word you're looking for."

We threw on some clothes and joined Erica for breakfast. She apologized to Clarice for ogling her boyfriend. Clarice said, "It's okay. I mostly keep him around for eye candy anyway. I don't mind sharing."

Erica looked like she was going to ask about "sharing," but she moved on to a different topic after a moment's hesitation.

After we finished breakfast Erica had to leave for work. As she said her goodbyes, I heard Clarice whisper to her, "I really would share if you saw something you liked."

Erica blushed bright red, but I could see a gleam in her eyes as she walked out the door.

Clarice and I took a quick shower together, then dressed and packed. I cleaned up the kitchen as Clarice stripped the beds and started a load of towels and bed linens. We were on the road by ten.

As we drove, Clarice was noticeably quiet. I left her to her thoughts for a while before I asked what was on her mind.

"Seeing you with Karen and hearing about you and your mother has me thinking about incest again."

"I see."

"The idea excites me, but I'm worried about the things you mentioned. About how it changes things."

"Is your relationship with your parents the same as it was three years ago when you were in high school?"

"No, of course not."

"So you know change happens."

"Yes."

"Is the idea bothering you because you have the power to make it happen or to keep the status quo?

"Of course. Now that the thought has occurred to me, I have to decide what I'm going to do about it."

"True. Does that decision worry you because of the unknown, because it could cause some bad outcome that you're imagining?"

"I don't want things to be weird with my parents."

"Was it weird when you found out your parents weren't the total prudes you thought they were?"

"For a little while."

"How did it get to be not weird?"

"We talked, and I started seeing them as people, not just as my parents."

"That was a big change?"

"Yes. Kind of ... yes."

"You know your parents have sex. You know they have sex with other people. You know they know you have sex. You know they know you have sex with multiple partners, men and women. You know being around you when you're having sex doesn't freak them out."

"How do I know that?"

"From Thanksgiving, when they found us playing the game."

"I suppose you're right, but it's not the same as watching me have sex."

"True. But the only things you really don't know for sure are whether your parents want to have sex with you, and how it will affect your relationship if they do."

"True."

"I bet if you brought up the subject, they'd be willing to talk to you about it. Then you could answer the first question."

"I'm not sure how to bring up the subject without it being weird."

"They must have figured out that Drew and Teri were having sex in the same room where Patty and Mark were having sex. They may also suspect that they've had sex together. You could use that as an opening. We could also call Mom and Karen to ask if it would be okay if you mentioned our relationship."

"When we get to your house, why don't you take your mom aside and see if you can have some time to talk about this. You don't have to tell her you're thinking about incest right away. You could say you want to talk to her about what you've discovered about each other's sex lives. That will start the conversation and you can see where it goes from there."

Clarice stared silently out the window for the rest of the drive.

With a stop for lunch, we made it to her house by four o'clock. As we arrived, there was a flurry of activity and we nearly tripped over a pile of backpacks and sleeping bags just inside the door.

Clarice's mother came to greet us, "You made it! Great! Just step over the pile. The kids are all going on sleepovers tonight, after they catch a movie. Believe it or not, they all agreed on that new superhero movie because the boys love superheroes and Cheri says the hero has a 'slammin' body.' Take your stuff up to the guest room and then come on down to the kitchen."

I was carrying both of our bags. When we got to the top of the stairs Clarice directed me to the guest room. I put down my bag and then looked at her to see where her bag would go. She said, "Just put it down here. I'll take out what I need later, before I put it in my room."

That caused me to raise my eyebrows. Clarice saw this and said, "When I told Mom you were coming, she said it was okay for us to sleep together. She just said we need to keep things quiet. Her words were, 'We don't want a couple of horny kids keeping the whole family awake.'"

Looking around the second floor, I could see that none of the other bedrooms were close enough to the guest room to hear anything that might happen in there. I mentioned this to Clarice as we headed downstairs.

"Don't be too sure. Aunt Rosalie, Mom's youngest sister, came to visit with her boyfriend once and they kept us all awake."

We walked into the kitchen, and I said, "Mrs. Shea, thank you for letting me stay with your family."

"Call me Izzie. It's short for Isabella, like the queen of Spain. Have a seat while I finish getting dinner ready. We're eating in just a little while so the kids can catch the early movie."

"Can I help with anything."

"Can you cook?"

"Well enough to feed myself."

"Mom, he's a good cook."

"Okay. That broccoli needs to go in to steam. The knives are in that drawer, cutting board's there, and the steamer and pot are under there," pointing to various cupboards.

As we worked, I talked to Izzie. Or rather, Izzie talked about her family. In no time I knew about Cheri, Hal and Nate's grades, what sports and clubs they belonged to, and what Izzie thought about Cheri's boyfriend. The kids said 'Hi' to me as they zipped through the kitchen.

Clarice's sister, Cheri, was a senior in high school and looked like a taller version of Clarice. Clarice's oldest brother Harold, or Hal as he likes to be called, was a sophomore. He already stood almost as tall as me, but he was all arms and legs. Nathan, or Nate, the youngest sibling, was in eighth grade.

As we were talking, I had a thought. "Izzie, do you think it would be okay if I went to see the movie with the Cheri and the boys? I've been wanting to see it, but Clarice wasn't too excited about the idea. I guess my slammin' body is all the eye candy she needs."

Clarice looked a little panicked for a moment, but she quickly put on a brave face and went along with my story, "You and Dad didn't have any plans, did you?"

Izzie laughed and said, "We don't let the kids bother us if we want some privacy. They're old enough to respect closed doors, and old enough to know what goes on behind them. We're long past kicking them out of the house when we want some alone time."