***This is part 12 of a 13 part series following an evolving incestuous relationship between adult siblings. You would enjoy this much more if you read the previous 11, but it can also be read as a standalone. All previous chapters are displayed in order under the series "A Brother and Sister's Journey" on my profile. All characters in sexual situations are over 18.***
Its wild how something that is usually casual and anonymous - like walking through a grocery store parking lot - can warp into a situation where it feels like you're being scrutinized by everyone around, when you do it with a woman half your age. Perhaps the fact that I was doing it in a rural Virginia grocery store parking lot situated next to a Baptist Church and across from a Dollar General intensified that feeling for me.
I felt like every eye was on me.
Having only lived in the area for a year, I was still very much an outsider. Worse still, despite regularly reminding my new neighbors that my native Maryland was below the Mason-Dixon Line, I was seen as a Northern outsider.
Sometimes I had to remind myself it was 2022 not 1962. Hell, sometimes I had to remind myself it wasn't 1862.
I scanned the parking lot again as I walked around the back of my car and climbed in next to Kelsey. She smiled over at me and patted her hands on the backpack laying in her lap, indicating that she was ready to go.
In fairness, I'm not quite twice her age. As we pulled out of the parking lot on the last day of September, I was five days away from turning 42, and Kelsey had turned 21 the previous spring.
As I merged on to rt 15, I looked over at Kelsey and I was surprised how at ease she looked. She had her brown curly hair pulled into a pony tail, and, unlike when we usually saw her at work at the Food Lion, she was wearing contacts rather than her comically oversized glasses, which, I've been informed are actually stylish for young ladies these days. Guess that proves how much of an old man I am.
As usual she wore no make up, not even lip gloss, which gave her a decidedly plain appearance. And the sad fact was, most people who saw her probably took her for unattractive, simply because she was what an honest person would describe as curvy, or a bit chubby. But, in America of 2022 most people looked at Kelsey and all they saw was: fat.
On one of our first trips to the Food Lion after moving to Virginia, I remarked to Kelly that I thought the checkout girl was cute, referring to Kelsey. On subsequent solo trips I lightly flirted with her, and started to go out of my way to get in her line, even if it was longer than the others.
All of this was, in my mind at least, totally harmless. I thought I picked up on a little something Kelsey was giving back in these interactions, but I didn't push it further. Kelly is excellent at reading people, however, and on her own solo visits she very much pushed things. Her approach to Kelsey mirrored her advance toward the waitress we ended up in a three way with on a previous vacation in Aruba.
She hadn't told me about her flirting, and so I ended up making things weird when Kelsey asked me about "my wife" in reference to Kelly. I corrected her and told her that Kelly was actually my sister, not knowing that Kelly had told the young cashier that we were a couple.
When all of this came out I was mortified that this stranger would know that I was in in an incestuous relationship with my sister and I stopped going to that grocery store. I had thought that Kelly had stopped going too, but I should have known better.
Not only did she keep going, but she deftly handled revealing our situation to Kelsey in a way that ended up making her curious, albeit after a brief moment of discomfort bordering on revulsion.
In the meantime, I had become a bit infatuated with Kelly's daughter (my 19 year-old niece Reagan) going so far as to pilfer her dirty panties and snoop through her phone where I found her OnlyFans. When Kelly first found out that I was attracted to Reagan, she made it clear that she has no interest in bringing her daughter in to our sordid world.
So, naturally, that only seemed make me want her even more.
Layers of secrecy and shame coupled with lust is not an ideal recipe for good mental health, and so it should come as no surprise that I ended up having a panic attack over the summer.
Kelly and I finally had a deep and raw conversation about all of it, and I finally understood how Kelly could be so into having sex with her brother while at the same time being totally against getting her daughter involved, even if she had to admit that she was also turned on by Reagan. This led to us watching Reagan's OnlyFans videos together in bed, seemingly launching us into a new paradigm where we shared this taboo kink, albeit with new boundaries.
I have never asked Kelly if it was guilt for blocking my interest in Reagan, or if it was just her normal sexually adventurous nature that led to her sending me after Kelsey, but in the end I guess it doesn't matter. The day after our big conversation, I went back to Food Lion and flirted extra hard with Kelsey, and over the next few days we both found a lot of reasons to head to the grocery store.
We had to take a brief respite from pursuing Kelsey to help Regan move from the beach back to school, although she now had her own apartment rather than living in campus housing. We knew where she was getting the money for it, of course, but she told us that her father was paying for it.
After that, things moved incredibly fast with Kelsey, and within a week we were back in Lynchburg taking her to dinner, away from the prying eyes of Buckingham and Cumberland counties.
What we found was, sadly, not an unusual case study in America of the 21st century. Kelsey had been raised in a heavily Evangelical family, the middle of three kids. Her older brother had graduated from college and her younger brother had just started, but Kelsey's parents told her that they wouldn't pay for her to go.
That was a shame on many levels, but mostly because she was extremely bright and inquisitive; possessing of a mind that was the ideal medium for exposure to higher learning, not to mention different types of people you can meet in college. But her parent's repression didn't end there. Despite being 21 years old, Kelsey was harangued about all manner of things you would only expect to be directed at a much younger child, but tops on the list was her appearance.
Her mother forbade her wearing makeup, and strongly discouraged her from wearing the types of clothes that other girls her age might. Sadly, this was not only out of a desire for some kind of chaste modesty, but because her mother harped on her "being fat" and said it would be unladylike for her to wear tight jeans, even though she herself did in order to please her husband.
After that first dinner, Kelly seemed hell bent on not only welcoming this girl into our bed, but, ultimately: liberating her.
