Chapter 12

My heart once again raced with anticipation on Thursday when Frank summoned me to his office. As I entered, his inscrutable expression revealed no clues about the purpose of our meeting. The inviting lounge chairs beckoned, and Frank gestured towards the chair opposite him. Settling in, I noticed a flicker of discomfort cross his face, as if he were wrestling with an inner turmoil. After a brief struggle, he finally spoke, his words laced with concern, “I have a predicament, and it involves Mary. During her visit with Heather last weekend, she made out with someone.”

My palms grew damp as anxiety gripped me. This was the moment to come clean. Attempting to divert his attention, I cautiously proposed, “Perhaps it was just an encounter with an old friend? The situation might not be as it appears.”

Frank’s response was swift and decisive, cutting through any ambiguity. “No,” he said firmly. “It was indeed with a young man, but the circumstances are not what you might imagine. I was well aware of her intentions and, in fact, even supported her decision.”

“Okay,” I stammered. “If you approved of her meeting, why is there a problem?”

“She’s horny,” he said, flatly. “The encounter not only didn’t quell her desires, but now she yearns to develop an intimate relationship with someone. Therein lies the problem.”

“I didn’t realize you two were having problems,” I stated.

“We’re not,” he replied, his voice tinged with sadness. “Our love hasn’t wavered, but my sex drive has. You see, I’m over seventy, and she’s more than thirty years younger. Over ten years ago, we discontinued engaging in sex when I began experiencing difficulties getting and maintaining an erection. I suppose a doctor could have offered solutions, whether it be prescribing pills or performing a procedure, but at the time, my work consumed me, and Mary was busy raising our daughter, Heather. Back then, she didn’t seem bothered by the lack of intimacy as her focus was on being a dedicated mother. However, now that she’s alone, the weight of desire has resurfaced within her. I find myself lacking the energy and physical strength to fulfill her needs. That’s why I encouraged her to seek fulfillment elsewhere.”

He paused, his gaze distant as he collected his thoughts. It was evident that there was more to his story and there were deeper concerns he was reluctant to share. Though I sensed his guardedness, I empathized with his vulnerability. “Frank,” I replied, offering comfort, “It must have been incredibly challenging for you. Clearly, your love for Mary runs deep, and your utmost desire is for her happiness. Are you worried that she may develop feelings for someone else once she becomes involved in another relationship?”

“Maybe,” he admitted. “More importantly, I don’t want her hooking up with some immature, horndog who will brag to his friends about her. I don’t care what people think about me, but I don’t want her to become harmed in the process. I don’t have to tell you that she’s a sexy and desirable woman, but what you don’t know is that she’s a great fuck, the best I’ve ever had. There’s no way to extinguish her burning lust any longer.”

Still unsure of what he wanted from me, I asked, “Do you want me to search for an older, more mature man, who would be discreet?”

“No,” he replied. “Will you honestly answer me a question, Ryan?”

“Sure, Frank,” I replied, my fears of him discovering my interactions with Mary resurfacing.

Holding his focus on me, judging my honesty, he asked, “You’re having sexual relations with your mother and aunt, aren’t you?”

Relief swept through me as it didn’t concern Mary, but a new stress arose that my incestuous relationship had been discovered. At this point, I wasn’t holding anything back as I replied, “Yes, they’re bearing my children, also. We’re all in love and Heather is aware of everything and has encouraged our continued involvement.”

He smiled, and said, “I suspected it after I met your mother. The glow on her face matched Mary’s, early in our marriage. There was no doubt in my mind that Heather had approved of it. She’s too smart not to notice the same as I did. Her acceptance is enough for me. I appreciate you admitting it and understand how hard it is to openly admit an illicit relationship with your relatives. With that said, it’s time to lay bare all the facts.”

“Facts? Pertaining to what?” I asked, relieved he didn’t dwell on my incestuous activities.

Frank paused, his face reflecting a painful memory, before saying, “I had a previous marriage in a small town thirty miles south of here. My wife’s name was Linda and I loved her deeply. We had a child and the three of us were inseparable, enjoying life to the fullest. My business flourished and there was nothing that could have made us happier. Not until a drunken driver killed Linda, a week after our daughter’s eighteenth birthday. It was the worst day of my life.”

“Sorry, Frank,” I lamented. “Heather never told me that she had a half-sister. I imagine it’s a sensitive subject for her.”

“She doesn’t have a sister,” Frank replied. Seeing my confused look, he added, “Mary is my daughter.”

Understanding the depth of his confession and the pain on his face from reliving the memories of his beloved wife, I consoled him. “Something that traumatic had to have a great impact on both of you. It’s understandable you’d turn to each other for comfort. So, Heather is your grandchild and your daughter?”

“No, she’s not,” Frank quickly replied. “I was over thirty when I married Linda. After Mary was born, we decided that I’d have an irreversible vasectomy. We were committed to doing everything for Mary and thought we’d be more successful with an only child. When Linda passed, Mary and I both became very despondent. I concentrated on work while Mary resorted to alcohol. One night she drove to a nightclub in this town and drunkenly hooked up with someone. The result was Heather.”

My mind raced as to how this resulted in their marriage and whether Heather was aware of their relationship.

After a brief moment of reflection, Frank’s narrative resumed, “Upon Mary’s pregnancy, a profound shift reshaped both our perspectives on life—a transformation I wholeheartedly embraced. Our singular focus became the well-being of her unborn child, forging an unbreakable bond between us. This shared journey not only strengthened our connection but also kindled an ever-deepening affection that blossomed over the course of three years.”

Taking a deep breath, he continued, “It was a night etched in my memory when Mary, my daughter, driven by an irresistible passion, entered my bed. Our bodies and souls intertwined, the culmination of a love that had matured beyond restraint. Our hearts harbored no remorse, for we had surrendered to an irresistible force that bound us hopelessly and irrevocably. The decisive choice to relinquish my business, disentangle from the past, and embark on a fresh chapter emerged as an act of devotion to the woman who had captured my heart. Mary, now my cherished wife, and I embarked on this new journey together, leaving our previous histories concealed from prying eyes. Our shared history remains a secret, known solely to us, a testament to the depths of our love that defied convention and norms. And now, you know.”

“Thanks for explaining, Frank,” I replied. “It had to be difficult to reveal your past, but I fully understand. Love knows no bounds and it’s quite evident that you two made the correct choice. Does the biological father know about Heather?”

“No,” Frank said, with a tinge of disgust. “He was drunker than Mary and didn’t even recognize her the next day when she left the party.”

He leaned forward in his chair, locking eyes with me, and revealed, “He was your father, Bob.”

I’m sure he saw the look of shock that registered on my face. My expression didn’t arise from the fact that Heather was my half-sister. The only thing that upset me was that my now-hated father was involved with someone else I cared for. He just wouldn’t go away. Knowing the answer, I asked anyway, “Does Heather know that I’m her half-brother?”

“No. I had intended to inform her when you asked her to the prom, but Mary declined, saying she would handle it in her own way. When you two connected again, I voiced my concerns to Mary but she was adamant about maintaining our secrecy. My support for my wife has never wavered, and this was no exception. I trust her completely and witnessing the love between Heather and you, I have no doubt she made the correct call. She did tell me that you should be the one to disclose our past, as it will affect you two the most. Inform her when you think the time is right. Mary and I will openly discuss our history with her, once she knows.”

“Thanks, Frank,” I said, sincerely. “I have no doubt that it’ll have no effect on how Heather feels about you, with the strong feelings she harbors for both of you. I appreciate that you trusted me enough to confide in me. I completely agree that Heather and I should discuss this first.”

“Excellent,” Frank replied, sighing. It was evident that a great weight had been lifted from his conscience. “Back to Mary, do you understand what I’m asking of you?”

“Yes. I do,” I replied, a little too enthusiastic. The thought of joining with Mary sent a tingle down my spine. “You want me to make love to Mary, because you know her lustful desires will be fulfilled and no harm will come to her. Like you’ve said before, we’re family and I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“I’m glad you stated you’d make love instead of saying you’d fuck her,” Frank stated, sighing in relief. “She deserves a passionate relationship, not just a physical one. I want you to treat her as you would your mother and bring that smile back that I’ve missed so much. Her happiness is all that matters to me and I can’t think of any man I’d rather have satisfying her. Do you need some time to think about it?”

“No,” I replied, blushing at my quick response. “I’d be honored to help, but I won’t force myself on her. If she’s afraid of harming my relationship with Heather and doesn’t want to proceed, I won’t attempt to change her mind.”

“That’s exactly why I enlisted you,” Frank replied. “I know you would never hurt her and whatever you decide is up to you. It appears she’s enlisted Heather’s help in finding men, so confer with her and set something up. I’m driving to another city on Friday for a non-existent business meeting and won’t return until Tuesday. Hopefully, I’ll return home to a vibrant wife, full of joy again.”

“I’ll do my best, Frank,” I said, barely containing my wide grin. “Mary’s lucky to have you as a husband, and I’ll do everything I can to bring happiness back to your lives.” Before I could rise, he motioned with his hands to sit again.

“That’s not all, Ryan,” Frank stated. “Mary was an outstanding mother and her love of life flourished throughout Heather’s childhood. A few months ago, when her lustful urges surfaced, she began taking the pill. A few weeks ago I told her to go off the pill so she could conceive another child. Ryan, I want you to breed Mary.”

A shiver coursed through my spine, filling me with a sensation of pleasure, envisioning me impregnating my wife’s mother. “That won’t be a problem, Frank,” I replied, unable to conceal my joyful expression. “Her qualities of a mother are reflected by Heather, the most caring and loving woman I’ve known.”

“I’m looking forward to another child,” Frank admitted. “It was also the best time of my life, watching Heather grow and succeed. I’ll treat your child as my own.”

He stood and extended his hand as if sealing a secret contract. While we shook, he added, “Generally, Mary and I don’t hide anything, but I’m not going to discuss what we talked about today. I’ll leave it up to you to inform her.”

Back at my desk, I hurriedly typed out a note on my phone to send to Heather, then deleted it before I sent it. It’d be fun teasing her before disclosing everything that had transpired. I revealed everything to Mom and Stacy when I arrived home, and they were thrilled with the news. They had become good friends with Mary and wanted her to enjoy the same full life that they enjoyed.

Heather sent me a note that evening, apologizing for not writing earlier, stating she was busy with her studies. She wouldn’t be able to come home until late Friday night and would be driving to her parents’ house. Concerned for her mother, she informed me that she wanted to discuss things with her and wouldn’t return to our house until Saturday. It was hard not to reply to her, but I wanted to wait until the last possible moment.

Mom and Stacy isolated me to the other master suite at night until Saturday, wanting me to build up a large load of sperm for Mary. Anticipating Heather’s call Friday night, I answered after the first ring. “Hi sweetie,” I greeted her. “How’s it going with your mother?”

“Not good,” she replied. “You were too good at your job as she’s adamant about having you as her suitor.”

“Sometimes you have to bend the rules for family,” I replied, holding back a giggle. “Tell her to wait in her bedroom a little before two tomorrow. I’ll arrive after that and we’ll repeat what we did for my mother. Make sure Mary is wearing a sleeping mask so she won’t identify me.”

“Really?” she asked incredulously. “What changed your mind? Aren’t you afraid that Dad will find out?”

“We’ll figure it out. All that’s important now is the welfare of your mother. See you tomorrow, sweetie,” I ended the call before she pried more information out of me.

Heather hugged and kissed me passionately when I arrived. Realizing she was smearing her perfume and scent over me, she backed off and apologized, “I’m sorry. I forgot about the smell thing.”

“It’ll be fine as we won’t be kissing,” I reassured her. “Let’s go to your room and get prepared.” After stripping off my clothes, Heather quickly brought me to hardness. She turned to leave and I held her arm and said, “Aren’t you forgetting something?” Reaching under her skirt, I yanked her panties down and off.

She rolled her eyes and playfully objected, “Again? It was quite a challenge convincing Mom to agree to my involvement through the process. Fortunately, her horny condition overruled any modesty she held. I’m not sure how she’d feel about hearing her daughter having her pussy sucked at the same time.”

“Then you’ll have to be quiet as you did with my mother. You know you’ll need it once you witness your mother’s pussy swallowing my cock. I want you to hop on top of me immediately this time to guide my prick into your mother’s hairy hole. Tell her that she can talk all she wants as I won’t recognize her voice, and also inform her that both of you should refrain from mentioning that you’re mother and daughter.”

“Good point,” she agreed. “That should quell any suspicion she has about you.”

“One more thing,” I added. “Tell her that if she can bring herself off without my help, I’ll meet with her again tomorrow.”

“Oh, my god!” Heather exclaimed. “You’re making me wet already.”

She pranced out the door, and after ten minutes, they arrived. Seeing Mary’s curvaceous, sexy body for the first time, my prick jerked in anticipation. Heather smiled when she saw my prick bounce, as she guided her mother to straddle my legs. After positioning her mother, Heather jumped onto my chest. I gently stroked my wife’s legs while she held onto her mother’s waist, aligning her slick slot with my staff.

Once lined up, she gripped my prick-head and ran it up and down her mother’s fuming, hair-lined furrow. Once my cock was coated with her juices, Heather popped my spongy, bloated helmet between her mother’s tight, outer ring. Mary groaned and decreed, “God, it’s bigger than I thought. I’m going to enjoy this so much.”

Her hands gripped my legs, limiting the amount of cock she consumed. She lowered a few inches, rose, and repeated. Her silky walls secreted juices, oiling my ram as I drilled deeper. Mom had descended slowly to provide a show for Heather, but Mary was more concerned about satisfying her horny pussy. Her pace quickened, sinking lower each stroke. Dropping all the way, our groins slapped together as she grunted and screamed, “So fucking good! I’m going to cum, already.”

Five strokes later, she climaxed for the first time on my rock-hard prick. She continued to bounce on my rod after her pussy ceased convulsing. Her pent-up lust had been contained too long and she was determined to make up for the years of abstinence. She leaned forward, gripping my ankles, and rocked to and fro.

The sight of my frothy-white, cum-covered, slick prick sliding in and out of her mother was too much for Heather. She scooted backward and mashed her gooey, wet snatch onto my mouth. My tongue and lips went to work on her aroused sex.

Mary panted and moaned as she rocked her tight glove onto my pole. After ten minutes of watching the lewd sight of our joining, Heather’s body tensed, her juices spewing out onto my face. The slapping and sloshing of her mom fucking me, concealed the sounds of me slurping Heather’s sweet nectar. Mary concentrated on her mother after she climaxed, grabbing her waist and pulling her back onto my cock, squashing Mary’s engorged labia around my root.

Mary screamed, “It’s a good one!” Her walls clenched and contracted, her tube wrapping around my prick, squeezing and pulling it in deeper. Once her orgasm subsided, she bottomed out and rested, leaving my prick embedded in her warm, wet oven. Her breaths were short and rapid as she recovered from her climax. I wondered if she had the stamina to do another round and bring me off. Frank had encouraged her to bear another child, so I was hopeful she would be determined to finalize our joining.

Heather stroked her mother’s back and said, “You don’t have to continue, if you’ve had enough, Mary.”

“I know,” her mother answered, her voice shaky with lust. “Move off of him. I want to try a different position.” Heather extracted herself and stood by the foot of the bed.

Without dislodging me, Mary rotated on my stiff staff until she was positioned cowgirl-style. Gripping my ribs, she rose and fell several times, adjusting to the different angles. Several drops later, she croaked, “Heather, I can’t believe the feel of his big, fat balls squashing against my ass when his entire cock is stuffed in my pussy. What a blissful feeling.”

Her humping rate increased, her energy and vigor returning. She expertly rode my prick, twisting and gyrating while bouncing on my cock. Her hungry pussy slid effortlessly on my throbbing cock. Heather moved to the rear of the bed, watching her mother’s pussy devour my prick. Mary’s full tits wobbled and jiggled while her body thrashed on top of my body with wild abandonment.

Mary’s body, covered with a thin sheen of sweat, tirelessly rode my thick prick as if riding a bucking bronco. My hands gripped her waist, before gliding up her slick body until they cupped her full tits. She groaned and leaned forward, smashing one of her meaty mounds into my face. I latched onto her aroused nipple while my fingers teased the other one.

She grunted and groaned, as my mouth and prick brought her up quickly. Heather grasped her mother’s hips and helped her bury my cock deeply. I knew Heather’s view of my cock sinking into Mary’s hungry pussy was driving her crazy. My balls, swollen with hot cum, and my thickening cock didn’t go unnoticed by Mary. Her hips jerked backward, her body filled with animalistic lust. My spongy, helmeted head slammed in deeply. She screeched, “I’m cumming! It’s time to fill me with cum!”

Her pussy convulsed and to ensure I fulfilled her mother’s wishes, Heather lightly squeezed my balls. My cock spewed out ropes of thick, potent baby-cream. Mary’s glove collapsed tightly, knowing I was breeding her. I humped my hips, driving my prick to the bottom, depositing each glob of sperm near her cervix. Two days of stored-cum overflowed her flooded cavern. Having experienced her massive orgasm, Mary fell on top of me, her tits squashed out on my chest.

She panted in my ear, attempting to catch her breath, and whispered, “Thank you so much, Ryan.”

Feeling my body tense with the knowledge that she knew my identity, she added, “Don’t tell Heather I know, and arrange for us to be alone tomorrow.”

I placed a tender kiss on her neck, acknowledging her request, and then fell into a momentary silence, allowing myself to recover from our passionate union. Heather pulled my cock out of her mother’s sheath, tapped her mom on the ass, and said, “Okay, Mary. He has to go now. That’s enough for today.”

Mary slowly rose and upon hearing the door close, I relaxed and waited for Heather. It was time to reveal everything. After leading her mother to her room, Heather returned. Straddling my legs, she leaned down, and licked the mixture of her mother’s and my cum. After cleaning every drop, she rose and wrapped her hand around my stiffening staff, “What did Mom whisper to you at the end?”

“She just thanked me,” I lied, keeping a straight face.

“It was apparent she enjoyed it, so that makes sense,” she responded, allowing the matter to drop.

“She wasn’t the only one,” I admitted. “She fucks as well as her daughter.”

Heather grinned and confessed, “That was the hottest thing, ever. I came without your mouth when you came together. Watching her pussy pulse when your balls jerked sent me over the edge. I’d like nothing more than to repay you, but Mom might get suspicious. Plus, I want you to be good and horny tomorrow.”

Running my hands soothingly up and down her smooth thighs, I began, “Heather, I have something serious to discuss with you.”

She smiled, leaned over, and kissed me, maintaining her firm grip on my prick. “I don’t think I’ve seen such a concerned look on your face. Look, baby. Whatever it is, we’ll work through it.”

Commencing at the very inception, I embarked on the task of recounting Frank’s family history, meticulously unraveling every intricate detail without the slightest omission. When the fact that we were siblings was revealed, Heather’s hand ceased pumping, but remained rigidly around my staff.

When finished, I couldn’t discern the expression on Heather’s face as she digested the news. Finally, I asked, “Heather? Are you okay?”

A big smile lit up her lovely face as she replied, “It’s like all the dots are connecting. I’ve always felt there’s something special between us, something more than just physical attraction. Deep down, I’ve known we’re soulmates, and now I get why. And you know what? The same goes for Mom and Dad. Their love wasn’t like any other couples I’ve seen. It’s like they had this super intense connection that made them stand out.”