Mom standing there with her breasts exposed filled my mind as I drove away, reluctantly.
It took over an hour to drive to my uncles because of heavy traffic. It took more than an hour for my uncle to use the equipment without messy up. Like Dad says, "He ain't none to quick." Going home took way less than an hour, I did some speeding and traffic was light.
When I got home, everybody was there, of course, and Sis met me at the door. "Mom, go ahead and order the pizza. He's back."
Mom popped her head around the corner, and smiled real big. "Oh good, you're back safe-n-sound."
I could smell popcorn. "What's going on Sis?"
"Mom went out and bought some movies, so we're having a movie night."
It was torturous; all I could think of was that afternoon with Mom and her standing there bare breasted as I left. I did have fun though and made it through the evening.
A month passed without one single dream and I was beginning to think that my afternoon with Mom was the end of it all. Then they picked up again, occurring every night, and I was really enjoying my belief that Mom was making up for ignoring me. On the third night, I managed to wake up and was a little disappointed to see that it was Sis and not Mom. I thought, 'What the hell, I have someone sucking me off at night, so enjoy it. Don't be complaining when someone is doing this for you.'
"It's about time. I thought you never would wake up"
"Huh!" She caught me with my eyes open.
"I want to fuck again."
Sis moved up to kiss me dragging her bare breasts against my skin. That's how regularly fucking my sister began and we started having sex every few days. It started with her coming to my room in the wee hours of the night, and then progressed to anywhere in the house if we were alone.
Meanwhile, Mom didn't change, she was Mom first and the 'in control sex fiend' on holidays only. As it turned out, there were no more afternoons with Mom; it was Mom in control only. Even later when I was married, Mom would get me alone at a holiday get together and give me 'Something Special.'
I barely managed to go to college and studied computer electronics which led to my Security Surveillance business.
I met my wife in college and we were married during summer break after our sophomore year. Debra is small, 5' 2'', 105#, 34-22-34, C-cup, Black hair, Brown eyes. What actually drew me to her was her smell. We were in a study group and began socializing afterward when she hugged me one night and her smell captured my mind. I couldn't get enough of it and asked her out which led to our becoming steady dates and living together.
She thought she was deformed because of two things about her anatomy, her aureole/nipples, and her clitoris.
You know how guys are, I measured both. Her aureoles were huge, appearing to cover half of her breasts at three inches in diameter and covered in 'Braille Bumps' when aroused. I just loved licking and sucking on them.
And they were dark, so dark she was careful not to wear something they would show through. If she wore a t-shirt in public she would always cover her aureole with some glued on piece of fabric. I tried to get her to show off her charms, but there was no way.
Her clitoris when stimulated was over a half inch in diameter and stuck out an inch and a half, looking like a little penis. It turned me on immensely, licking and sucking on it, but that exposed another problem.
She would never kiss me after I used my mouth between her legs until she cleaned my face with a baby wipe. She also wouldn't kiss me after she had my penis in her mouth, until she cleaned her face and drank something. She never sucked me off; it was only a prelude to intercourse.
This cleaning us both before proceeding was a definite distraction. The sex, however, was great and frequent all through college.
We graduated together and that's when she said, "We're not kids anymore, we're a married couple, and married people don't act like kids."
'Huh, what the hell is this supposed to mean?'
Well, she didn't change in any other way except sex. It became a weekend only thing which quickly became a 'Saturday Night Special.' Oh, there was the usual holding hands, kissing, fondling, etc., but sex was Saturday night only.
It was like, 'OK, I'm doing my wifely duty, my legs are spread, do your thing, so we can go to sleep.' I wanted more, I wanted the love making we had in college. I became frustrated and resentful. Being married I kept my relationship with Debra going and didn't try to find someone else, except Mom.
I insisted that every holiday was spent with my family; hers would be the day before or the day after. Sure enough, Mom didn't disappoint me; she always gave me 'Something Special' on the holiday.
After two years of this, I told Debra I wanted a divorce.
She said, "OK." Like I had said, I was going to the store or something.
Before I saw a lawyer, Debra was killed in a car wreck along with her Mother, Father and Sister. Her Father tried to cross the highway in front of an oncoming tractor-trailer. The car was destroyed killing all four of them.
Then the second catastrophe happened. We were having supper after the family funeral and my Dad went face down in his food. He died in front of us from a ruptured artery in his brain. This took a lot out of us but we made it through and I stayed on with Mom to help out for a couple of days.
Three days later, I was getting ready to go back to my empty house, when Sis showed up and took me out to eat. I wanted Mom to go along, but Sis said, 'No,' she needed to talk to me alone.
'This is strange, why does she need to talk to me alone?'
Her conversation at the restaurant was about how the recent deaths had done a number on the family. Then it slipped into reminiscing about our High School years and our sexual escapades.
"You know, I don't regret having you take my virginity, one little bit." She smiled and chuckled a little. "In fact, I want to have sex with you again. I want to make it 'Something Special' we can do frequently."
'Something Special!?'
"Uh, we haven't done anything since that last Christmas before I got married. And you're married now, so what's going on here?"
She was kind of blushing. "It's just that I've had a secret life that I don't want to give up, a sexual life with my family."
"Huh, what, what are you talking about?"
She took my hand in hers. "Not here, we need to talk in private. I have a room across the street; will you come with me so we can talk?"
"Uh, well yes, I guess so."
We left the restaurant and Sis drove around behind the motel. I looked around the room and decided to sit on the small sofa near the window as Sis fidgeted.
"OK, Sis, what's so important and secret that we have to hide and talk about it?"
"Can't you say my name, instead of calling me Sis, all the time?"
