Chapter 37

The room was filled with an awkward silence that seemed to thicken with each passing second as he looked at Chloe then down at the floor. Josh couldn’t believe that those words had just come out of his mouth as no one was laughing.

Chloe’s eyes widened, a mix of shock and something else—something that sent a thrill down his spine. He watched as her cheeks flushed, and she bit her bottom lip—a telltale sign she was holding back a response. Their mother, Lisa, who had been busy flipping through wedding magazines stopped to stare at him, her own surprise mirroring Chloe’s. The tension was palpable, and for a brief moment, the only sound was the rustle of pages as the air grew thick.

“Whoa, whoa, I was just kidding around,” Josh said hastily, trying to defuse the explosive tension in the room. But Chloe didn’t laugh or even look offended. Instead, she took a deep breath and held up her hand, silencing him.

“How much are we talking, Josh?” she asked, her voice steady despite the heat rising in her cheeks. “What’s the number for you to keep this ... arrangement ... to yourself?”

Josh’s eyes widened even further, and he could feel his cock stirring in his pants. He never thought she would take his crude joke seriously. He swallowed hard and took a moment to think. “I’m not sure,” he began, his voice thick with anticipation, “but I can match what I had budgeted for my wedding. I mean, it’s not like I ended up spending it.” Chloe knew Josh’s ex-fiancé, Karen, had planned a huge wedding.

Lisa’s mouth hung open, unable to form words as she stared at her son and daughter, the wedding magazine forgotten in her hand. The room was spinning with the weight of the unspoken, the air charged with an electric current.

“I ... I have just over 50K in the account,” Josh blurted out, the number sounding ludicrous even to his own ears. He hadn’t planned to go this far, but the way Chloe was looking at him, with a mix of curiosity and something darker, made his heart race.

Chloe’s eyes narrowed slightly as she considered the offer. “Fifty grand, huh?” she said, her voice low and measured. “And it will remain our little secret?”

Josh nodded, his throat dry. “Yes, I promise. It will be a secret,” Josh looked to his mom, “between the three of us.”

Their mother, Lisa, had been frozen in place, her hand still clutching the forgotten magazine. She finally found her voice. “Chloe, what are you doing?” she asked, her words barely a whisper.

Chloe turned to her mother, her expression unreadable. “It’s just a deal, Mom,” she said with a shrug, trying to play it off as casually as possible. “You know Tim and I could never come up with that kind of money. And you and I have always talked about me having a big, fancy wedding. I mean, if this is all it takes...”

Lisa looked from one to the other, her mind racing with questions she didn’t dare ask. “But...,” she said, her voice trembling. “Oh my God! I can’t believe we’re even having this conversation. Think about what you’re agreeing to, Chloe.”

With a sly smile, Chloe rushed over to Josh and threw her arms around him, giving him a firm hug. Her body pressed against his, sending a jolt of excitement through him, confirming that she had agreed to his outrageous proposal. “Okay, okay,” she whispered, her breath warm against his neck, “you’ve got yourself a deal.”

Lisa’s mouth remained agape as she watched the scene unfold before her. She couldn’t believe the words that had just been exchanged, the reality of the situation sinking in like a lead weight. She looked from her son’s confused expression to her daughter’s flushed face, her mind racing with the implications of this newfound agreement. The room seemed to shrink as the gravity of what they’d just said took hold, and she felt a strange mix of horror and fascination. She had always known they shared a close bond, but never in her wildest dreams had she imagined it could go this far. Despite her reservations, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement at the thought of the extravagant wedding this deal would now make possible. The wedding she had always dreamed of for her little girl. With a deep, trembling breath, she closed her magazine, setting it down gently on the coffee table. Lisa knew her daughter, and she knew their was no way of changing her mind. “Fine,” she managed to say, her voice barely audible. “But please, keep this ... arrangement ... between the two of you.”

Josh and Lisa remained frozen, staring at each other as Chloe gracefully sat back down beside her mother. She plucked the wedding magazine from Lisa’s trembling hands and began flipping through the pages with renewed enthusiasm. The dress she had been ogling just moments before was now a tangible reality, thanks to her brother’s ludicrous proposal. The tension in the room had morphed into something else entirely—an eerie silence filled with a mix of shock and a strange, unspoken understanding. Chloe’s eyes lit up as she found her dream gown, the one she had circled with a heart—now within her grasp for a price she had never imagined paying. The ivory lace and delicate beadwork seemed to glint with a new allure as she traced her finger over the glossy image, her heart racing with anticipation for the day she would wear it. The dress was a symbol of the deal she had just made, a silent acknowledgment of the incestuous pact that had been sealed between them.

As Chloe and Josh’s conversation took a turn for the unexpected, Lisa’s thoughts drifted to her ex-husband, Ben. She couldn’t help but wonder how Chloe would break the news to him. Ben had always been the traditional type, and the idea of not being the one to give their daughter away on her wedding day would undoubtedly cut him deep.

A small smile formed on Lisa’s lips as she thought about Ben, the same sly smile that often appeared when she contemplated the misfortune of her ex-husband. The memory of Ben running off with his skinny little secretary, Fufu—her real name was Carrie but Lisa couldn’t resist the cruel nickname—was still a fresh wound. Despite the situation’s gravity, she couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction knowing that her daughter’s wedding day would now hold an extra layer of scandal that Ben would never be a part of. She had always felt a tinge of spite towards him for abandoning them for that young, insipid girl. This was her chance to give him a taste of his own medicine, to show him that she and Chloe could still have the perfect wedding without his input—or his presence. The smile grew wider as she pictured Ben’s face when he finds out he’s been replaced by his own son. ‘Maybe he won’t even come to the wedding,’ Lisa thought, as her smile grew bigger.

Lisa and Chloe dove into the wedding planning with a fervor that surprised even themselves, leaving no detail untouched as they met with planners, tasted cake samples, and picked out flowers. The air was thick with the scent of money and the thrill of their secret, the latter of which only seemed to fuel their enthusiasm. They whispered and giggled as they picked out the perfect venue, a grand estate that would serve as the backdrop for the fairytale wedding they had both imagined. Meanwhile, Josh found himself in a daze, his mind reeling with the reality of what had transpired. He couldn’t help but feel a mix of guilt and arousal as he watched Chloe glide through the bridal shop, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she tried on gowns. The thought of having her in such an intimate way, in the very dress that symbolized her purity and commitment to another man, was both terrifying and exhilarating. He tried to focus on the practical aspects of his end of the bargain, but his thoughts kept straying to the moment when he would finally have her, the soft fabric of her wedding dress brushing against his skin as they shared the ultimate taboo. Despite the looming weight of their agreement, he couldn’t help the smug satisfaction that washed over him, knowing that he had the power to grant—or withhold—his sister’s dream wedding.

A few days later, Josh gathered Chloe and Lisa in the living room, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to find the words to take back his outrageous offer. “Guys, I’ve been thinking,” he began, his voice wavering slightly. “I don’t think it’s right for me to hold the wedding funds hostage like that.”

Chloe and Lisa exchanged confused glances before Chloe spoke up, her voice firm. “What do you mean, Josh?”

“I mean, I’ll still pay for the wedding, all fifty grand,” he said, his eyes darting between them. “But you don’t have to ... you know, go through with the other part of the deal.”

Lisa’s eyebrows shot up, her eyes glinting with a hint of amusement. “What other part?” she asked, playing dumb.

“You know,” Josh said, his face reddening. “The ... uh ... conditions.”

Chloe’s smile grew, and she placed her hand gently on her brother’s arm. “A deal is a deal,” she said, her voice low and seductive. “And I’ve given it some thought. I’m okay with it.”

Lisa’s eyes widened, and she couldn’t help the little thrill that shot through her at the revelation. Somehow, the idea of her daughter granting such an intimate favor to her brother added an extra layer of excitement to the whole wedding ordeal. She watched as Chloe leaned in closer to Josh, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “In fact,” she continued, “I think it’ll make the day even more ... memorable.” Chloe moved over to Josh, giving a kiss full on the mouth, “In fact, I’m looking forward to it.”

Josh’s heart hammered in his chest as he processed Chloe’s words, feeling the heat of her body through the fabric of her dress. He swiveled his gaze to their mother, Lisa, who was watching them with an expression that was unmistakably lustful. Her eyes were glazed over, and she licked her lips slowly as if savoring the thought of the impending scandal. The sight of his mother looking at him like that sent a jolt of desire through him, one that was both disturbing and thrilling. The air grew thick with a new kind of tension, and for a moment, it was as if the three of them were the only people in the world. Chloe giggled softly, breaking the silence, and gave him a knowing look before turning back to their mother. “Don’t worry, Mom,” she said sweetly, “I’ll make sure gets his money’s worth.”

Lisa’s cheeks flushed even darker, but she didn’t pull away from the situation. Instead, she leaned back into the couch cushions, her hand unconsciously moving to her chest to toy with the neckline of her blouse. “I ... I don’t know what to say,” she stammered, her voice thick with emotion. “This is all just so...” she trailed off, unable to find the words.

Chloe reached out and took her mother’s hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “It’s okay, Mom,” she whispered. “It’s just for one day. And think of the memories we’ll have.”

The room was alive with unspoken desires and secrets that now bound them all together in a twisted dance of familial loyalty and erotic tension. As Chloe’s hand remained on his cock through his pants, Josh couldn’t help but feel a sense of power—and fear—at what he had unleashed. He had never thought it would come to this, never dreamed his wedding joke would evolve into something so darkly sexual.

As Chloe and Lisa continued planning the wedding with renewed vigor, their shared secret grew into a tantalizing game of anticipation for Josh. Chloe, a younger, more voluptuous version of their mother with a cup size less than Lisa’s substantial EE’s, had always had a way of captivating him with her beauty and fiery spirit. Now, knowing the forbidden pact they had made, every time he saw her, he couldn’t help but imagine her in that wedding dress, her curves spilling over the delicate lace, her eyes filled with the same desire that had always haunted his dreams. And Lisa, with her ample EE cup breasts and mature allure, watched him with a knowing smile that seemed to say she understood the depth of his yearning. Her occasional brush of her hand against his arm or the lingering gazes she cast his way only served to stoke the fire burning within him. The dynamic between the three of them was shifting, the air charged with a new energy that none of them could ignore.

Chloe took a deep breath before sharing the news with her mother. “So, I talked to Dad,” she said, her eyes avoiding Lisa’s gaze. “As you can imagine, he didn’t take it well.”

Lisa’s smile grew, her curiosity piqued. “What did you tell him?” she asked, her voice laced with amusement.

“I just told Dad about how much this wedding means to me, and how generous Josh has been, offering to pay for it all, it only seemed fair that Josh got to walk me down the aisle,” Chloe replied, her voice a perfect blend of sweetness and innocence.

Lisa’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “And what did he say to that?”

“He was pretty upset at first,” Chloe admitted, her voice dropping to a whisper. “But in the end, he says he and ... Fufu, will be there for my special day.”

Lisa felt a twinge of resentment towards her ex for still wanting to come, but her smile soon widened, the corners of her eyes crinkling with glee. “Well, then,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction, “it’s settled. Your brother will be giving you away.”

The two women shared a knowing look, the unspoken understanding passing between them like an invisible current. They sat there, surrounded by the trappings of their elaborate scheme, feeling a perverse sense of excitement building. To Lisa, the thought of Ben’s humiliation was sweet, “I really need to thank Josh next time I see him.” For a moment, Lisa imagined a very steamy thank you that involved she and Josh naked.

The weeks leading up to the wedding were a whirlwind of preparation, with each detail meticulously planned and executed. As the big day grew closer, the tension between Josh, Chloe, and Lisa grew thicker, fueled by a heady mix of excitement and trepidation. The dress fitting was particularly nerve-wracking, as Chloe slipped into the stunning gown that had become the silent symbol of their pact. She twirled in the mirror, her eyes meeting Josh’s in the reflection, and for a moment, it was as if they were the only two people in the room. The sight of her in the dress made his pulse race, and he couldn’t help but imagine the feel of her body beneath it, the taste of her lips just before he walked her down the aisle. Lisa, for her part, watched with a blend of maternal pride and a secret thrill, her thoughts swirling with the image of Ben’s face if he should ever discover the truth. As they left the bridal shop, the air between them was charged with the promise of what was to come.

It was two weeks before the wedding when Lisa slipped into Josh’s bed, her naked body moving silently through the shadows. The coolness of the sheets was a stark contrast to the heat of her skin as she slid in beside him. Josh’s eyes snapped open, his heart racing at the sight of his mother’s voluptuous figure, her large breasts swaying in the moonlight as she leaned over him. Without a word, she placed a hand over his mouth, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. “It’s okay,” she whispered, her breath warm against his cheek. “We both want this.”

Her hand slid down his chest, her fingers dancing over the ridges of his abs before coming to rest on the bulge in his boxers. His cock twitched in response, straining against the fabric as she began to stroke him with a knowing touch. The incestuous act was wrong on so many levels, but the thrill of the forbidden sent waves of pleasure crashing through him, his body betraying any thoughts of protest. He could feel his mother’s breath on his neck, her teeth grazing his skin as she kissed him, her full, soft breasts pressing into his chest. The scent of her perfume filled his nostrils, mingling with the scent of her arousal, which grew stronger with every passing second.

Josh’s hands found their way to her breasts, his fingers digging into her flesh as she climbed on top of him, straddling him. Her wetness coated his cock as she positioned herself, and with a single, slow stroke, she lowered herself onto him, the head of his shaft breaching her entrance. They both gasped, the sound muffled by the darkness of the room, as she began to rock her hips, taking him in inch by delicious inch. Her movements grew more urgent, her breaths turning into moans that matched the rhythm of their taboo union. The weight of her breasts bounced with each thrust, the friction of their bodies setting the air alight with passion.

Their eyes locked, and in that moment, there was no denying the raw, animalistic need that had taken over. This was no longer about the wedding or the money—it was about fulfilling the darkest desires that had lain dormant for too long. Lisa leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she whispered into his ear, “Thank you, Josh,” her voice thick with lust. “Thank you for the wedding. Thank you for this.”

And with that, the dam broke, and they lost themselves in the sinful pleasure of their illicit embrace, the sound of their bodies coming together echoing through the night like a forbidden symphony. The weight of their secret grew heavier with every stroke, every moan, and every shared glance that spoke of the unspoken bond they had formed. The line between family and lovers had been blurred, and as they reached the peak of their ecstasy, it was clear that there was no going back from the path they had chosen.

Three hours later, the room was bathed in the soft glow of the early morning sun as Lisa and Josh lay tangled in the damp sheets of his bed, their bodies still entwined from their passionate encounter. The scent of their mingled sweat and the faint aroma of their love making filled the air, a stark reminder of the taboo act they had just shared. Lisa’s hand rested on Josh’s chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles over his skin as she stared at his face, her breathing gradually returning to normal. The silence was only broken by the occasional sound of a car passing by outside, a stark contrast to the tumultuous symphony of pleasure that had echoed through the walls just moments ago. Despite the heaviness of their actions, there was an undeniable sense of relief in the room—as if a burden had been lifted and a yearning finally satiated. They lay there, their hearts beating in a silent rhythm that seemed to sync with the ticking of the clock, each second bringing them closer to the reality of what they had just done—and what was still to come.

The door to the bedroom swung open with a soft creak, and the light from the hallway spilled in, casting a golden halo around Chloe’s figure as she called out Josh’s name. She took in the sight of her mother straddling her brother, their naked bodies glistening in the early morning light, and for a moment, she froze. But rather than shock or disgust, a giggle bubbled up from her throat, the sound echoing through the room like a naughty secret. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes wide with excitement, before quickly spinning on her heel and retreating back into the hallway, the door clicking shut behind her.

The giggle from the hallway seemed to have a strange, magnetic effect on both Lisa and Josh, as their shared laughter grew more intimate. With a wicked smirk, Lisa leaned down and took her son’s now-hardening cock into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. Josh’s body tensed as she began to suck him with an enthusiasm that only grew with the sound of Chloe’s retreating footsteps. Her cheeks hollowed with each bob of her head, her saliva coating his shaft as she worked him with a hunger that seemed to have been unleashed by the very air of scandal that surrounded them. The room was alive with the wet, sucking sounds of her mouth, her breasts bouncing with each movement, and the occasional muffled moan from Josh that she swallowed greedily. It was a moment of pure, unbridled lust, a testament to the power of their shared secret.