Chapter 11: One Big Happy Family

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Sunday breakfast was awkward.

It looked the same on the outside. Everyone gathered around the table to enjoy Mom’s lovingly-made pancakes. Erica’s cheerfulness was genuine, at least.

But there was something about the way Mom had carefully, painstakingly made Jimmy’s the same as always, no more or less special than any other week. There was something about how she’d put more attention into arranging Dad’s just right, yet didn’t look him in the eye when she set them down. Something about Dad’s gaze, locked onto his plate and mug, not looking at either of the ladies at the table.

To Jimmy, they may as well have been blaring alarm bells.

After breakfast, he signalled Erica and they both volunteered to clean up. Once they were alone by the kitchen sink and the clattering of dishes covered for them, he whispered to her, “I think something’s up with Mom and Dad.”

“No, come on!” she groaned. “We just fixed that, how can they have another problem already?”

Jimmy bit his lip. “I think ... I think sex might not automatically fix everything.”

“You take that back.” But after he gave her a hard look, she sighed and hung her head. “You’re right. I know you’ll turn out to be right about this, so why argue?”

He blushed as he smiled at her. “Okay. So. Now they feel weird because they’ve had sex with us, and that’s putting a new tension on things. What do we do?”

Erica ... sighed and shrugged while she kept scrubbing plates. “I just don’t get it. I don’t feel weird about fucking you. Fucking you is awesome. Why are they so awkward?”

“That...” Jimmy silently dried a plate while he processed. “That gives me an idea.”

She side-eyed him. “Am I going to like this idea?”

“You might.” He lay a hand on the small of her back; by reflex, she leaned into him. “You’re right. You and me, it’s natural. It’s nice. Maybe we could ... show them.”

She paled. “Show them. Are you crazy?”

“I know it’s risky,” he said.

“That’s putting it lightly!” Her tone was urgent even while her volume stayed soft. “They could break up. Mom could take me, and Dad could take you, and we could never see each other again.”

“That’s the worst that could happen,” Jimmy agreed. “What’s the best?”

She bit her lip. She was still shaking, but she thought it over. Eventually, she gave him a small smile. “I ... haven’t liked hiding, either. How do you want to do this?”

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It started with fetching Erica’s camera and hooking it up to the living room TV. Mom and Dad were both gone into other rooms, giving them the privacy they needed. They found the video they needed, but muted the sound as they scanned through it for the right moment. They sat on the couch together, Erica on Jimmy’s lap, while they watched.

Even silent, playing the movie felt like a risk ... but it also brought back such wonderful memories. Lydia on her back; the twins taking their turns. Everything. By the time they reached the key ‘scene’, Jimmy’s excitement was well-stirred ... and Erica teased herself back against it, just as enthusiastic. They could have thrown out the plans and just started having vigorous fun right then and there.

But Jimmy hit the pause button and turned his attention to Erica, right there with him in the present. “Ready?”

She smiled over her shoulder even as she blushed. “I’m not gonna get any readier.”

One last deep breath. Volume up. Unpause.

The first moans made them both jump, immediately tense with the fear of discovery. Yes, that was the point, that was the plan, but it meant resisting every privacy instinct.

Nothing happened right away. The others in the house weren’t sure they’d actually heard anything beyond their imagination. But their denial only survived until the third or fourth erotically-charged gasp.

Mom burst in from the garden, Dad from the office. And both just stared at the siblings’ very special home movie.

It showed the very same living room, late at night. Sleeping bags strewn around, table littered with empty pizza boxes, soda bottles, and candy bags.

And, centre of the action, Erica straddling Jimmy. Riding him. Those gasps were hers, while Jimmy’s moans were muffled into his sister’s hand over his mouth. As they watched, the two found a rhythm, bodies clapping together firmly enough to make Erica’s breasts bounce on her naked chest, every jiggle announcing the passion of their coupling.

Incest, right on screen, right in front of them. There was no telling how they’d react. Hell, judging by the confusion and conflict on their parents’ faces, they didn’t know how they’d react.

They knew the risk they had to take, but that didn’t make it fun. Jimmy squeezed Erica’s hand tightly, to support himself as much as her.

Dad was first to break the silence. “Oh God, sweetheart. Have I really corrupted you this much? Where, where did you even find the time?”

He was blaming himself.

He thought she’d hooked up with Jimmy just the night before, hot on the heels of her father ‘introducing’ her to incest as an option. As if that had been at all his idea.

The sheer absurdity made Erica burst into such giggles, Jimmy had to pat her on the back.

“It’s not funny!” Mom squealed. “And it’s not your fault, Patrick. It’s mine. If ... If I hadn’t been so desperate, then Jimmy wouldn’t...” But she struggled to even say it, in part because she had an inkling of how wrong that timeline was.