Chapter 3

“Nickles?” Kelly said with a curious look on her face. “He used to call you ‘Nickles’?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “When we were young. He couldn’t quite pronounce ‘Nicole’. So he called me Nickles. Even after he could say it right, he called me that for a long time.”

“And he called you that?”

“Yes, when we were in his bed. I asked him to. I don’t know why.”

“You asked him to do that, while you were...”

“Mm-hm. I had my hand on his slippery dick and I was getting ready to make him cum a second time. And it popped into my head. So I said, ‘Call me Nickles‘. And he did.”

“That’s actually pretty cute. How did it feel to have him call you that?”

“It was very hot. And incredibly sweet, too. It made me hornier than I was already. Him also. I could tell.”

“Wow, I love that, Nicole.”

“Speaking of the ‘L’ word, that was the wildest part of it.”

“What do you mean?”

“He started calling me that, while I stroked him. And kissed him. He was moaning. Then he looked right into my eyes and said, ‘I fucking love you, Nickles.’”

“Oh. So?”

“We haven’t said that to each other since I was like thirteen. It just really shocked me. I mean, I know he’s been staring at me for a long time. I thought it was just that he was horny for any female in his field of vision.”

“But ... what? You think he’s like...”

“Look Kelly, it’s not a big deal. Let’s not talk about it anymore right now.”

“OK, that’s fine.”

“But, let me ask you this ... delicate question ... I guess.”

“Go ahead, Nickles,” Kelly said with a big smile.

“Cute,” Nicole replied. “So, honestly Kelly, do you think that ... me doing... anything ... with my own brother is ... like ... I don’t know...”

“Sleazy?”

“I was thinking more like, the worst thing in the world, punishable by death ... along those lines.”

Kelly laughed out loud.

“Hardly. Look, for one thing, you’ll never get judged by me for anything. You probably know that already. My next tattoo might be, ‘live and let live’ or something like that. As long it’s consensual and everybody involved is capable of deciding for themselves, I’m good with it; whether or not I would do it. So, brothers and sisters or sisters and sisters, or whatever is fine as far as I’m concerned.

I believe that particular thing is more common than we would ever think. At the same time, I’m certain it’s nowhere near as common as it is in porn or erotica in general.”

“OK. So, I’m not the first person to follow bizarre desires in that way.”

“Not hardly. In fact, Nickles, I’ve known two different people who were involved in the ‘family love’ thing.”

“Seriously? Who?”

“Just two different women I knew. One wasn’t actually doing it herself. But she was seeing a guy who she discovered was way, way into his mom. She believed they might actually be doing it, but I never heard if she was able to confirm it or not. But the whole thing sounded real to me.”

“And the other person?”

“Now that one, I was a lot closer to. It was a girl I was seeing semi-seriously in my first year of college, so last year. She was great. We got along really well, in and out of bed. She was an athlete; a year ahead of me. She was always high energy, fun, funny. Then one night she texted and asked if she could come over. I could tell right away something was up. Even the text didn’t sound like her.”

“Did she come over?

“Yep. And she had been drinking, which was totally not her style, especially during the week. So she came in and we sat down. She was already somewhat drunk and she started drinking wine as soon as she got there. And she seemed really sad. And I had never seen her sad before. So after a little while of me asking her what was going on, she told me quite a story.

She said she had either had a crush on, or had been in love with her dad since she was a young teenager.”

“Whoa.”

“Exactly. She told me she had fantasized about him in every way since then. She was twenty when she was telling me this. I asked her why she was sharing it with me ... and why then. She said something had happened within the previous month and things had changed. And she had to talk to someone about it. Lucky me.”

“Yeah, right. What had happened?”

“She told me that as part of her fantasizing, she had been writing sex stories and posting them on sites that have that kind of stuff. Like, porn stories.”

“Yeah, I know what that is, Kelly.”

“OK. Yeah, I did too. So she had also been chatting with older guys online for a long time. Like, sex chatting, I guess. Oh ... She said her dad didn’t know about any of it, including her feelings for him, even though she had tried to hint at it and even to tell him directly many times. But he never caught on, apparently.

Well, about a month before, she said she was home for a weekend and she was in her bedroom with her laptop, chatting with one of her ‘father-figure penpals.’ She went downstairs to put her laundry in the dryer and left her computer open. Her dad was walking by her room, he saw the computer, wanted to look something up for a second and...”

“Oh shit! He saw her chat?”

“Yes, he did. She described what a big mess it was. At first he didn’t say anything, but she knew he was acting weird. Then he told her what he saw and she was totally ashamed. I guess she had been chatting with her penpal about her real feelings and fantasies for her dad. And that’s what he saw. Anyway, they started talking about it together. She admitted it was true and that she had felt that way a long time. He had never had feelings like that for her. But he admitted to chatting with girls her age over the years about the same things.