Chapter 7

Chantise

I’m standing next to my bed as my sons talk in Marius’s bedroom with almost the same level of nervousness as when I spoke at the table. I know Aaron isn’t really my son, but I don’t see him as any less a part of my family than my real son. There’s a lot of uncertainty right now, and I wish I could have been more convincing over dinner. Between the blowjob and promises of pleasure, Aaron should have jumped at the opportunity to be with me, but he wanted to talk to Marius first.

This may have been Marius’ idea, but that doesn’t mean I don’t share his enthusiasm over being with the both of them. Aaron didn’t look at me any differently after finding out about my incestuous relationship with Marius, which is part of the problem. His face hid too much of what he was thinking and I wish there was something I could have done to get even a hint as to what thoughts crossed his mind.

We were prepared for a lot of things, but it would have been impossible to prepare for everything. Hiding his thoughts was not something either of us was expecting, which leaves me very nervous right now. What we admitted to could put us both in jail. I don’t think Aaron would ever betray his brother’s trust, but incest isn’t something most people look at as a good thing.

I hear footsteps approaching from the hall as I watch through the opening and don’t know if I should be relieved or scared. If Marius had listened to me, there would have been no room for doubt. Aaron would have slowly been seduced and lured into my bed over time, but he wanted to spring on him all at once. It’s his plan, and he does know Aaron better than I do, which means I’m just along for the ride.

Aaron’s clothed body appears before my open door and his eyes fall to my tits. I smile as his mouth opens and drops my eyes to the growing bulge. I’ve got to take my time, since I was a little too aggressive the first time. Patience is needed, but it doesn’t come easily to me.

Marius moves behind him as Aaron falters in his steps and helps him along. Both my sons are staring at my body now, but only one is seeing something he’s never seen before. I may have shown off my body to Aaron, but never showed him everything until now. Knowing I’m going to have both of them inside me very soon makes me drip a little down my leg and know my patience is running out.

I can smell the scent of stale sweat coming off both of them as Aaron starts to drag his feet. It isn’t from a lack of desire to get closer to me, but from his mind being unable to process everything. They smell as boys are supposed to smell and I don’t mind at all. I’ve smelled far worse from Marius in the morning before he takes his shower; not to mention him coming home from playing outside and have never allowed a little thing like body odor to stop us from being together.

Aaron almost loses his footing, which makes me smile a little. I know it’s my tits that have his mind occupied, or maybe it’s my hard nipples that make him lose the ability to walk. He manages to stay upright as Marius helps him along and he’s almost within reach. The smell of pizza is on his breath as fresh sweat breaks through his pours.

My hands reach for Aaron’s shirt as Marius walks around him and I recognize the sound of clothes being removed from my son’s body. Aaron needs a little help, and I’m more than happy to oblige. His pale stomach appears before my eyes and his chest soon follows. I do love the way his tan lines end and pale flesh begins.

Marius presses his lips to the back of my neck and his breath drives me crazy. My fingers reach out to undo Aaron’s pants as his brother’s dick presses against my crack. I’ve fantasized about this moment countless times and I can’t believe it’s finally arrived. Even before I took my son’s virginity, I wanted them both.

I kept telling myself I would wait until they were both sixteen before doing anything, but couldn’t keep denying myself. As much as I would have preferred both of them on my son’s fourteenth birthday, I settled for having Marius alone. I felt a little guilty for a while; not to mention shame for lacking the discipline, but I don’t look back at that time with any regret these days.

My fingers start to undo the zipper and love the sound it makes as it triggers something within his green eyes. His hands press across mine and starts lower himself. I was hoping to feel his dick for the second time, but have to wait until he stands before me. He’s struggling to free himself of his clothing as my son’s hands keep me occupied. I can feel the tip of his dick drip a little between my cheeks and his hands squeeze the way he knows I like best.

Aaron finally rises and I feel his hands move to my tits with an awkward touch. My hard nipples get caught beneath his fingers as my hands move down to feel his hard shaft. I love the way he feels in my hand as I search out every vein and feel the slickness from his tip.