Elation was tugged away because of two things happening, the first was probably nothing. Maybe the pounding of my heart, some minerals sitting in unused muscles suddenly being pushed around my bloodstream. There was a tiny light that zipped through the woods. All that registered at first was movement but I slowed slightly and took a sharp look into the trees. Whatever it was, it didn't immediately come back into sight. Not that I figured out much at seeing it again, since it seemed like nothing but a bouncing ball of light. Like a radioactive bubble. I shook my head to clear it, thinking it had to be a weird reflection or one of those eye floaters, but then my attention locked onto the other movement. The other thing. The real thing.
On the other side of the football field there were two cars parked up by the middle school. Two sitting there, one behind the other. A third coming in the entrance, pulling up behind the other two. Two and then a third. My brain was doing the mental equivalent of a fingersnap to get my attention at the sight. Forgetting the floating lightbulb at the sinking feeling in my stomach. Two and then a third. Two cars and then a third. Three cars! Three cars! I had parked my car behind mom, but there had been a third car behind mine! When I left there had been a third car! A bright fucking red minivan! Couldn't have been more difficult to miss, unless maybe if it was on fire. Somebody had come in during...
"Stupid fucker!" I did an about-face mid-run, skidding before going back the way I'd come, knowing I was asking for trouble. Not only from the fast direction change but the speed I put on. Freaked out or not I was going WAY too fast for having so little jogging experience, no cross country time, the only thing I had done in years was go around the track at the park by the old apartment. Just a few times when Malcolm had guilted me into it. That was so infrequently it couldn't count. "Stupid! Stupid!" Both for how much I was pushing myself, but also for missing the fact that there had been three cars. Mostly the three cars thing. But how could I not? I had been so distracted with delight from the sex I'd had with my own mother, the promise that there was plenty more to come. Instead of going with the path around the backs of the houses at the end of the Shrub Street cul-de-sac, I cut right through. It was a two-lane road all the way around the sac part of the cul-de-sac. Not small but my foot hit the pavement once, the grass at the center of the loop twice, and the road on the other side I almost cleared, just my heel touching. Some coward part of me hoping the cherry red minivan was gone, but it was still there. "Shit, shit, shit."
It was Aunt Allison! Mom's younger sister, new vehicle but the same license plate. PR X2 AR X2, they had two Perry Rowe's in the family, her husband and son. Two with the initials A.R. my aunt being Allison and her daughter Aubrey. While I knew that this was the best option, not a murderer or my sister and her husband, it was still bad. Mom and Aunt Allison were basically each other's best friends. Knowing mom had committed incest? I couldn't imagine Aunt Allison telling anybody, but she wouldn't be able to think of her sister in the same way ever again. They were probably in there screaming at each other right now. Their friendship over.
I wasn't winded, a little sweaty but I could have kept running. Easily. Maybe it was the cool day that kept me from sweating too much, kept my lungs okay. I certainly had never run so fast or hard before, I should have been dying. Instead, I rushed up the porch stairs that I had walked up not too long ago a completely different person. A guy who would flip off anybody who even eluded that he would have any sort of sex with his own mother. A guy who was now as worried that mom would be embarrassed and friendless forever, his aunt would think him a pervert, and disgustingly that there was no way mom would ever want to fuck me again after being found out.
It was silent in the house.
"Aunt Allison?" I asked, keeping my voice as low because if there wasn't any screaming that meant she had not confronted mom.
"What babe?" Mom asked from the bathroom, dreamily.
"Nothing!" Dropping my voice another notch so mom wouldn't hear, in the past bathtime for her had been the only time she had been oblivious to what went on in the house. "Aunt Allison!" Somehow thinking that I could handle this, mom would never have to know that her sister knew. I about spun away, but there she was, my aunt tucked back against the wall in the kitchen. I saw her because she was dragging herself up onto the counter, brought out from her shocked state by me calling her name. "Aunt Allison, I can explain."
"No! No you can't! You... Can you?" There was some tiny part of her that actually seemed hopeful. "You can explain why my sister..." But further thought had her shaking her head, "Is a pervert?" She laughed without humor, almost crazed. "Soncest. Soncest! She knew what that was! I just looked it up, not on my phone, on hers!" Thrashing her arm out hitting mom's phone off the marble counter where she'd left it. Which I stopped from shattering to the floor, jumping forward almost without thought to catch it. My shock and delight at saving it was very temporary, as I heard the grind of glass on marble, snapped my head up to see Aunt Allison had dragged THE wine bottle over to herself. (The love potion! The love potion that Jessica had delighted in telling me would make us want to be together for the rest of our lives!) I tried to hiss a warning as she bit the cork out, spitting it away, but she snapped. "Shut up!"
And really what was I going to say? That it wasn't wine but a magic potion? My girlfriend from way back had made it, with dirt and sticks and my blood. What really was I going to say? How to tell my Aunt Allison that it could be wine in the bottle but... I was very sure it was some mixture that would go right into the fire if that asshole potion master Professor Snape came across it. That even that former death eater would be disgusted by. No, I could only shake my head and flounder.
And... Didn't I have to know? My guts rotting at the idea that mom had not wanted what we'd just done but that the potion had made her do it. Do me. Jessica had said it wouldn't work unless there was some chance at it happening, or something like that. The way mom had talked there had been a chance. She totally had a deep dark fantasy, that she probably never would have acted on, except for the potion. If (IF!!) it was even a potion. Clearly Aunt Allison was NOT into it, soncest, or nephewcest in her case, and so it wouldn't work on her.
My Aunt put it to her lips but before drinking any slammed it back down.
"Soncest: Sexual relations between a son and their parent. A specific type of incest. That's what the internet said. Did you know what it was?" By context clues I did, I didn't know it was actually a thing besides something cute mom had made up to put less stigma on her fantasy. (Cute being relative on your feeling of incest. Pun of using relative and incest being accidental.) "She did! She knew! She'd... looked it up or... came up with it... Or read books or WATCHED VIDEOS!" I hissed again, motioning for her to put it down, thinking it was a cruel experiment to let happen, just to know. Because would it prove anything? If it didn't work it could still be real (No it couldn't!) but she just wasn't into me. Glaring at me she drank, the glare going away even before I saw her throat move as she gulped it down. "Mmm, this is really good stuff."
I can't exactly describe how it really happened, it just... It... I could see it flow down her throat like that old ET movie, bright lights shimmering down under her skin. The same colour and effect when you hold a bright flashlight under your hand, she glowed from INSIDE. It didn't go further than her collar bone. Instead, it seemed to coalesce in her veins, rode those pathways and avenues up to her brain. Her head tilted back, eyes rolled up.
This is where words fail me. It was like a thousand different images, smells, songs, voices, and so many countless... feelings. No not a thousand but a million of all those, more! If it was a movie I'm sure they would have had floating TV screens surrounding Aunt Allison. But it was more than that, they weren't recycled clips from the movie that you'd already seen, it was new things. The orange-red glow that... It was the "magic" of the potion! It... found one of those... Memories. An open book and what I knew was my aunt's fingers holding it open. There was a naughtiness, it was something sexual and not exactly accepted by society that she was reading. As soon as the light had that it found a dozen more, not just books but thoughts and comments that stirred up that same feeling.
From those there was countless more, exponential growth. My aunt, much younger, bent over on purpose, knowing her brother was staring at her butt covered only by her panties. My aunt experimentally sliding a finger not into her vagina but her asshole, when she found her college roommate's sex lube. The magic didn't do anything, not really. It just brought those memories up, highlighting them so that other memories were dimmer by comparison.
There were three much shinier ones, ones that really decided it. The eureka one was me. I thought it was pixelated at first but no, there was a window screen in the way, I was emerging from water. Pushing my hair back, smiling at some other blurry unfocused unimportant figure. Only I wasn't just there but also overtop of my aunt. My hair slicked back, my entire body wet and dripping. There was that certainty that it was naughty and unacceptable but I was inside my aunt and thrusting away at her. The me outside was real, I knew it was from one of our family vacations, the me inside (with her and inside OF her) had certainly never happened, it was fantasy. But not...
Sort of lesser to that, but not really, was her backing up the stairs after seeing mom and me together. I got the impression of that at least. It was the source of her anger because she wasn't really pissed at mom and me. Disgusted by us, because seeing us together had stirred up those feelings. Had turned her on, not only at seeing me naked, hard, and fucking. At seeing her sister naked, covered in sexy sweat, and blissful. Turned on because it was HER sister with HER nephew.
Finally was Uncle Perry, it was recent because he had the really bad mustache that he had grown in over the last six months or so. I'd seen it and seen dad teasing him for it on social media, they were still friends. Aunt Allison had a sense of rejection seeping through her, drawing her to want to collapse to the floor. I didn't see but I sensed she was dressed up in some lingerie, something sexy for my Uncle. That scene was like a GIF, that scene was like memories of my own, just a couple seconds that played over and over. Aunt Allison was so hopeful that she was doing something nice and new for her husband, only to have him say. "Jesus I swear you're trying to torture me!" Then walked away. Maybe there was a reason, somebody was there and would see them if they messed around, but... There was no excuse for the expression he had when he said it. Like she had kicked him in the balls instead of dressing sexily for him.
"Mmm," no time had passed, she looked at the bottle but there was no label to read. Licking her lips before taking another long pull. "Frick this is good! Mmmmm!"
"Aunt Allison maybe you should slow down." Mom had wanted it, some part of her had, she had known what soncest was, she had said she'd had fantasies, it wasn't completely the potion.
"Shut up! It... Oh shit it tastes like the times your dad pushed me on my knees and made me suck him off." It had been in her memories I'd seen it, but I hadn't wanted to. I mean it was my dad! It was gross! Which I know was a thought stupid coming from the mother fucker that I was. But it had been there because it had oozed the same sensation, unacceptable by society, naughty, but a big turn-on for this woman. Aunt Allison rubbed the bottle at her lips in a very lewdly erotic way, my fucking dick stirred! Luckily the kitchen island was in the way because these shorts wouldn't hide anything. "But better! It's like..." Another drink, looking like she might try to deepthroat the neck, after she put it up to her nose, inhaling. "Like the smell of the sand and the sun, Mmm, yes! That one time at Pellamic Lake! You came out of the water as your uncle was inside me, I don't know what got him going but he so rarely... I let him, but the window was open in our RV and I could smell..." She put the bottle to her nose again, eyes rolling up. "I could smell this and I saw your hot perfect eighteen-year-old body and couldn't stop myself from imagining it was you inside me. I rubbed myself as he fucked me, looking at YOU. Thinking it was you in me and I came SO hard! I hated myself for weeks because of that. MONTHS! Perry was so proud of himself, but it was you! You and that body!"
She banged the bottle down onto the marble, climbed up on top of the island like a cat. Inhaling more deeply the closer she came. I... I could have leapt away. Aunt Allison was like a mom to me, I should have but... I didn't want to leap away, I liked the way she was looking at me. I stood there, she grabbed my shirt and drew me over. Almost exactly like her sister earlier only she pressed her nose into my shirt. Right where there was a hint of a line of sweat between my pecs.
"Why am I telling you all this? Why am I thinking about it again? Besides... God what you did to her! It's not fair! All I want is a quarter of that, just a tiny little helping of that from your uncle. Once and a while! I thought it was me but... Your dad showed me it wasn't me." She grabbed the bottom of my athletic shirt, pulling it up over my head, I let her take it off. Allison growling as she didn't just put her nose back, but licked at me like a cat, loving the taste of my mostly dry and wicked away sweat. "If I... If I... If I let you fuck me, you won't tell him, right?"
"Never!" I promised, my brain screaming that if mom had been bad this was a million times worse; mom would be hurt, Uncle Perry would be hurt, and as insane as it was I was now sure that it was Jessica's love potion that did it to them. The stuff wasn't making them do what they didn't want to but was affecting their thoughts so they would.
"Fuck me then! Really quick! Be with me for a while, fulfill my fantasy and... And... I'll leave you and her... You won't tell her either, right?" Now licking me like she was trying to clean me, concentrating on my nipples but getting everywhere from my belly button up, flattening herself to the marble countertop to do it.
"If... That's what you want."
"That's what I want." Pointing at my dick, which was very obviously hard inside of my tight shorts.
"You were the first woman I ever had a crush on," I admitted, actually checking to make sure mom was not there, even if it was too late by looking after I said it.
"Oh yeah?" No mom, just a very pleased Aunt.
The memory had come bolting out of nowhere, I had been so young, mom and Aunt Allison had been on ellipticals at Aunt Allison's old house. Mom went by after their cardio, all normal mommy as usual. Then Aunt Allison. Both were sweaty and glowing from the workout but she looked like no woman ever had before, not to me. I had no idea what I wanted to do to her, but the best thought I could manage was that I wanted to marry her. I wanted her to be mine.
She was still mostly that same woman. Long black hair was pulled back into a very similar sort of ponytail, only it wasn't as poofed up as it had been back then. Instead of light and skimpy athletic gear it was a loose-fitting dress underneath a knee-length knit sweater. The dress was orange and the sweater beige. Glasses now, black plastic frames, her dark brown eyes tilted up at me. I wouldn't say she was prettier than mom, it wasn't cowardice or playing it safe that I thought they were on par with each other. Aunt Allison's nose was a little wider, her lips were a lot fuller, I remembered the times seeing her in lipstick, wished she had some on now. Mom's sister was a hint plainer, not as sexy or maybe... minxy, but she did look younger, it was only actually five years but it could have been ten. Or fifteen. Overall they were both quality MILFs that I could not fight my hormones into denying myself.
"Yeah, you were." There had been a thought here or there over the years, more often than other female relatives, because of that early one. So it was more of a fantasy fulfilled than mom had been, to have her pressed against the marble countertop, in the kitchen of the house where I'd grown up while she pushed my shorts and athletic underwear down. Releasing my erection from its tight prison. Not even looking before enveloping my fat cock. "Oh god yes!" She moaned around my length, bobbing her head, only able to take barely more than the tip, but it was fucking plenty. "No!" Stopping her from taking her glasses off. "Leave them on."
"You like me in them?" After she licked at the tip of me, it was so cute I would have agreed to anything to get her to do it again.
"Yes! So much!" So she put them back in place, before grabbing hold of me, my thickness and length distracting her from the arousing eye contact. She stroked me, spit on me, checked that it was okay, then did it again. "Aunt Allison, god damn!"
"Wes, where did you get this monster?" I remembered her dazed admission of sucking my dad off, mom had said I was bigger too. "And this body." Licking her way up my flat stomach to my nipples again, hesitating a second before kissing me. It was clearly some kind of line that she flung herself across, to kiss me. She was a sloppy kisser, I remembered a drunk Uncle Perry telling dad it was the first thing about his wife he would change. She was all tongue and open mouth, both of our chins, upper lips quickly were wet and shiny. "And this face!" Dragging herself up to cup my face, shaking her head as she looked me over. "I do see the round-faced boy you used to be, kinda, a little but... You look like Aubrey's first crush, Nick Jonas. She had posters of him all over her walls."
I remembered, remembered teasing her about that crush. Before anybody has said I looked like him. It wasn't the first time somebody told me I looked like the Disney Boy Band singer. It really started Sophomore year of High School, when I got back from summer vacation my friend who had been at her dad's place in New Hampshire all summer had been the first to say it. By the end of that year I got it a lot, from people I knew and from the girls I tried to chat up on the Internet. They thought I'd done some photoshopping or had some filter going. My Junior year it was basically all anybody first said when they saw me, "Hey, you know who you look like?" I found it so fucking annoying. In recent years though I'd come to terms with it, it didn't annoy me at all. Didn't happen that often but even when it did, I just smiled and played dumb.
"He's a handsome boy to look like. Really, really handsome." Aunt Allison kissed me some more, I don't know if she was trying to trick herself or me, coming across the counter, sitting down so that her knees were pressed against my ribs. "I had to change her pillowcases like three times a week because she was always humping her pillows while looking at those posters." Okay! TMI but it was between kisses, unlike my uncle, I really liked her wet sloppy kisses. It was like she was too horny and into it to care. My hands hiked her dress up, ran along her legs which felt exactly like Mom's. All slender strength, smooth skin. "I might have taken a turn humping them myself, he is so dreamy! A thrilling fantasy because a guy that hot would never be with plain-faced brunettes like Aubrey or me." Turning her face ever so slightly, "Me a woman who couldn't even keep her husband from talking bad about her anytime he gets drunk." Craning her neck, telegraphing exactly what she wanted. Fingers temporarily resting on my face, she looked into my eyes and said, "Or so I used to think."
At that I attached myself to her neck, which she had held vulnerable to me. Pulling the strings at the front of her dress that tied it together, yanking it open. Her tits weren't even as big as mom's compact ones. Dad hadn't been wrong, when Uncle Perry had complained about Aunt Allison being a sloppy kisser, dad had said the thing he liked most about Allison was that she never wore a bra. Aunt Allison was not wearing a bra now. Her tits right there to he seen and held, dark areolas, nipples not as hard or pointy as mom's. I still sucked on them eager, mouth watering to have at them.
"She..." Moaning as she pet me, urging me to keep ministrating to her delicious and sensitive nips. "She did it because she had a crush on him. I did it... I did it because I had a crush on you." Admitting it made her whimper, tremble in elation at having the secret out. "I've had it ever since you came out of the water at Pellamic Lake."
I pulled off her panties, she lifted up to let it happen but the island was too tall to get inside her, even with my eight incher. After her panties were in the pocket of her sweater, after a brief sniff that made her whimper and collapse back on the marble, I pulled her partially off it. Her butt hung down just enough for me to get me in. First I slid myself through her hairless gash, over her clit, THEN into the very needy wet hole. I barely got in before she squirmed forward, planting her elbows down on the stone for support. Fully impaling herself on me. Her pussy was so fucking nice!
"Oh Westley! That... that COCK is doing things to me like nothing ever before!" Mom's ass was better too, holding Aunt Allison's tightly to keep her from dropping, it still had me twitching inside her, but mom's was better.
"You're as tight as mom." I let slip, thinking that shouldn't be the case because she had Uncle Perry, they weren't that old and their sex life shouldn't be that bad yet. Then again there was that rejection and her comment about wanting some from him.
"Your dad is bigger than your uncle." As if that answered everything, she reached up to grab the back of my neck, coming off the counter and working herself against my dick.
"Oh shit that's nice!" Just letting her hitch her tight body against me, her pussy, like her nipples and her hair were a dark version of mom's. Unlike her nips, which were nearly brown instead of pink with bigger areolas and no prominence, her pussy might as well have been mom's with a sand tone filter. Her outer mound was almost as brown as her nips, folds of inner labia coming out some and the color of wet sand. "Fuck that dick Aunt Allison."
"No! Fuck me with that dick!" Already done from the awkward dangle angle, she dropped back to both elbows on the edge of the counter.
I did. The insides of her knees linked with the insides of my elbows. My hands went more on her lower back than backside. There was a certain amount of swing and give to the dangle angle her sexy slender body was in. It took me maybe thirty seconds to get the feel of it, before I dialed all the way up. Aunt Allison let out a cry of pleasure, then grabbed her own panties out of her sweater pocket and stuffed them into her mouth, staring at the hall where mom would come out of if she'd heard. Looking away less that the coast was clear than the hard, rapid, loud impacts overtook her. Her dress in the way all I could see was one breast, so small that even with the way I was giving it to her the nipple just barely moved up and down.
She moaned loudly through the panties, nodding happily. Worried she was going to fall, the second time she lost an elbow and barely got it back. I bent over her more, sliding hands up her back and grabbing the edge of the counter. Slowing just long enough to get a feel of the new angle, before dialing back up again. We were pressed together, I pinned her bent and spread body between me and my arms. My name clearly came out through the panties, her nods coming almost as fast and hard as I was slamming into her. It was so fucking amazing, I dialed up faster and faster, my grip tight on the stone, my stance firm.
Then suddenly she arched her back. Coming! It was still good that she was muffled but unlike her sister her coming calls were less screams and more drawn out raspy noises. Also unlike her sister she did not like to keep getting fucked while she came. Twenty seconds in she tried to climb off my dick, when I couldn't go anywhere she just wrapped herself tight on me. Kept me so I couldn't move, or at least my movement was very restricted.
"No." I growled, as she tried to backstroke swim across the kitchen island away. I pulled her back, pulled out, flipped her, dropped her down, then inserted myself again. Quick and fast enough a pornstar would have nodded in respect. I heard her curse but she did push back at me. "That's right, you're not going anywhere until you get fucked as good as your sister." Hands on her ass I groaned. "Until I enjoy my sexy aunt as much as I did my gorgeous mom."
That got not only the nods but she worked herself back against me, along the length of my dick but with little wiggles as well. I shoved her dress up out of the way, took hold of it as sort of reigns, then started giving it to her again. She had the smallest, tightest ass of any woman I'd ever had, the muscles sticking out as she battled against my powerful thrusts. Really Powerful... thrusts.
Powerful.
Power... Power and... Passion! Even though the ring sort of blended in with the sweater that was twisted up with the dress it might as well have been in a spotlight at that moment. As if this was a commercial where they were being sold. The background dulled. The potion was real! It had to be to explain what I saw and Allison's 180. The ring might be...
"Wes! You gotta cum! Are you gonna cum? You gotta cum! You gotta cum! You gotta cum! I'M GONNA COME!" I barely heard, unable to go anywhere she collapsed onto the kitchen island, I just fucked away at my aunt who whimpered senselessly.
Power and passion. It had never fit my ring finger before. I had put it on and it had slipped right off, so I had gone for my thumb. I had never tried to say the words while it was on my too thin ring finger, why would I? It had fallen right off it! Jessica had just shrugged and told me to say the words anyway. But before that... Hadn't she said... Said that the ring finger was the ring finger because it was the heartline? Or something like that, as she had gone on and on about how pagan rituals have been mixed into Christian beliefs. That there was some connection with the ring finger and... heart or soul or... something important! But we had never followed that, it had fit my thumb back then (barely) but not my ring finger.
I laughed, shook my head, dismissed it as my aunt put her knee up to the counter and suddenly I was getting DEEP in her. Even considering it was the second time in a day I had never lasted this long! That was what Jessica had been most excited about when she gave me the ring. Stamina. But there had been other stuff, regeneration and "vigor". Some Latin that she roughly translated with her phone from an old book, her supposed spellbook. (All she ever showed me were pictures on her phone if it, never the real book.) The translation was, well the gist of it was that the ring would make me greater than ten men. We'd been young and didn't know any better we had thought what she got was the effects of the ring! Or she had, I had just gone along to get in her.
"Fill me up! Make me drip! Wes! Westley! CUM! CUM IN ME LIKE YOU DID REBECCA!" Her panties were across the counter, soaked with her spit, but she didn't have any strength to be loud enough to worry about.
"Okay! Fuck yes! Fuck yes Aunt Allison! I'm... YES!" I did it again, it must have been an instinct when I was barebacking. Stopping half inside her right as I erupted. The dark-haired version of my mother nodding, slapping the marble, coming again as she felt me hose down her insides. Finding the panties that she stuffed back into her mouth to let her pleasure blast out of her, as I was blasting inside her. "Fuck!" She started to overflow too! The angle meant it was quicker but like mom when she had been waiting for the bath it dropped out of my aunt in loud plops. What seemed like cups of it splattering the tile. I pulled out, jacking myself off onto my Aunt's tight little ass. Which she pushed back at me, working my spewing member between her cheeks for a few lovely moments. There was so fucking much. I... I did deflate a lot more quickly, my tool going half hard in my hands as I slapped out the last few drops onto her ass. "Damn it! Damn it you and your sister get more out of me than any other woman, ever!" It was all over her lower back from when she worked me with her booty, her was shiny like sticky buns, a puddle on the floor, more going down her thighs, and a bunch still inside her. "Incest makes me cum so freaking hard."
"Yesssss! Yes!" I parked myself back between her cheeks, pulling on the upper part of her dress to expose her back so I could kiss sweet bare flesh as we both relished what we'd done, didn't seem like Aunt Allison would ever stop quivering, but she did. "Thank you! Thank you for... Comparing me to her, Wes, thank you."
"We are going to do this again, right?" I asked, she gave me a look that said she felt guilty about it, but it didn't stop her from nodding.
"Whenever you want," Closing her eyes panting a few times before admitting. "I'm your aunt but... That only turns me on all the more! I guess I'm into nephewcest." I did feel bad that I was doing this to mom and my aunt, but my dick lodged in her cum washed ass did not feel as DONE as it had moments ago. I had bounced back from mom so quickly, I had been hard before even getting her in the tub. Now, AFTER AN ACTUAL THREE MILE RUN! I felt it wouldn't take much to get me to do it again. Mom was relaxing in the bathtub, soaking the hard fuck away, I felt bad but I knew if this kept up, no way mom would be able to keep me satisfied alone. "You tell me when you want me!" That seemed important to her. "I'll... I'll come whenever you want..."
"Sweet baby?" Mom called, too muffled to be from anywhere but the bathroom still.
"She'll kill me!" Pushing the dress down over her bare ass, she was fixing it up front still as she ran out of the house. I tossed her panties into the box, dropping the Crown Royal bag over them.
"Leelee?" It had been my sister's pronunciation of my name, when she was little, that only mom had kept using for years afterwards, which was now back it seemed. Half the roll of paper towels was needed to clean up the mess, mostly because I was trying to get it done quickly. We weren't a couple or anything but no way she'd be happy with so little time passing before I was already fucking another woman, her sister no less. "Oh, there you are."
"Yup." Dress back in my running gear, feeling myself swell at the sight of the sudsy sexy sinner.
"Just get back?"
"Just got done." A slight variation to not lie to her.
"You look so good but I'm still not ready, tonight though, for sure." As I helped her out of the bath, she made sure to touch me with real relish.
"Shower you still smell like my pussy." She giggled. "I like it but who knows who is going to stop by, everyone knows you're back in town. And we don't want them to know we're incesting each other." Watching, for sure horny again for me as I stripped down, she practically writhed at the door. "Oh gosh I'm going to love incesting you!"
I smiled the whole time I showered, she was so fucking cute with the "soncest" and "incesting" thing. And Aunt Allison! I washed myself twice, I really didn't want to clean away the smell of the sisters but mom was right, Aunt Allison had proved it. Anybody could stop by at any minute. Defluer was a small town and full of Cains and Lennons, not to mention my friends who I hadn't made plans with yet. Experimentally, at the end of the long twice scrub shower, I stroked myself. I easily got hard, there wasn't even a hint of oversensitivity. Once I got my engine running it was difficult to shut down, I was tempted to jerk off but... I wanted to cover mom again, she looked so hot coated in cum. And wanting that meant I had to dial the water fully too cold to ever get out.