Chapter 1: Homecoming Weekend

Saturday Morning

Jason sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. The nineteen-year-old teen looked at the clock and saw it was almost ten AM. Standing, stretching, and walking bare assed to the sliding glass door, he was surprised to find he was feeling completely rested. Although he did not get full nights sleep, he felt refreshed as he gazed out across the wide expanse of freshly mowed grass, reminding himself the gardener was a perfectionist.

One year of college complete, Jason was elated with his grades, much better than he and his father expected. He would get a gift. The tradition started when he was young, and it could be anything from a dinner out to a week's trip to the islands. His mom was as pleased as he when, after his junior year, they went to the Bahamas as a reward, however he had a notion the trip was due to his sisters exceptional grades. Jason was particularly pleased as he expected the year to be much harder. He was looking forward to working with his father for the summer, for not only the experience, but also the fact he and his father would be together much of the time. Just eighteen years his senior, his father had young ideas and many thought they were brothers, they looked so alike. Grasping his seven-inch prick, he was especially looking forward to the extracurricular activities his father enjoyed.

He suspected his parents were swingers, and the telephone conversations between he and his father recently were a good sign. Unfortunately, his parents were not aware he knew, learning himself just three days before returning to school after Christmas break. Stroking his prick, he visualized the evening he returned early, his date becoming sick. He entered the house and found his parents engaged in a foursome. His original intentions were custom, to inform his parents he was home. However, when he found the foursome in the game room he froze, shocked yet excited. Recalling those visions numerous times, he was anxious to inform his father he was aware of their activities, waiting for the perfect time, which would be when they were face-to-face.

Stroking his erection, he recalled how beautiful his mother looked sucking the huge prick. The real shock was how easily she handled the prick. Its circumference equal to both his father's and his own, however the length exceeded his own by two inches. Its length, nine inches or more, was roughly twice that of his father. His mother was aggressively sucking the monster while his father seemed to be enjoying a leisurely blowjob from the slim woman kneeling between his legs.

There was a dark side to the evening, Jason saw his mother as a sexy desirable woman for the first time, actually desiring to change places with the man. Those thoughts troubled him for months; he realized it was incest however, they remained foremost in his mind. Unaware he had been stroking his prick thinking about his mother, quickly removed his hand from his erection, aware he was reaching a dangerous level. Jason could see the pool looked inviting and decided to take an early morning swim to relieve his sexual tensions.

Jason walked through the house and found his mother in the sitting room. "Mom, where are dad and Helen?"

Marie looked up quickly, the natural color draining her face and becoming pale, "Jason! You scared the hell out of me. Helen spent the night with Eleanor, and your father flew to see your grandparents yesterday morning; your grandmother is in the hospital. I'm glad you are home, however we weren't expecting you until midweek."

"Nana is in the hospital!"

"Yes, your father called this morning and said she would be okay, however she will be in the bed for a week, and maybe longer. Your father would not allow me to tell you because he did not want to worry you before finals."

"A scheduling conflict came up with my finals and they allowed us to take the class scheduled for next week early. I wanted to come home early and surprise you. I want to take a short swim, and I would enjoy some company," Jason said as he saw his mom staring at his prick pressing against his tight trunks. Jason did not wait for a response, feeling the pressure building in his groin as he walked from the room, the quick glimpse of his mother's breast had reignited his yearning. Wearing a dressing gown, he was quite sure she was naked underneath when he saw bare skin past her waist after they released one another from his morning hug.

Marie was pleased to see Jason leave the room, yet deeply saddened. The erection pressing against his swimming trunks stirred desires within and she was aware they were wrong. He was her son and she was treading in a forbidden area; she was thinking incest. He was a man, the evidence clearly covered by his trunks.

Marie moved to a position where she could watch him swim, wanting to join as he requested, yet afraid. She could not trust herself and she realized it as her hand slipped inside the robe and caressed a breast, pulling on a nipple. At first touch, she found it erect, as well as its companion nipple. Allowing her hand slide down slowly to cover her mound, she began working her finger inside the wet opening. She watched him swim for more than five minutes before she realized she was timing her fingers plunging inside her opening with his fast strokes, as he swam from end-to-end in the hundred-foot pool. Realization struck her when her body started trembling and her knees became weak, she was working her athletic body into an orgasm.

Her finger continued moving swiftly, in and out, as she began loosing her strength and stability. Her son was a handsome young man, his physical appearance appearing much younger than his age, closer to that of his fifteen-year-old-sister. The many hours spent in the pool swimming laps developed his five-eleven frame and kept his weight at a level one-seventy, or so he professed. While her body was peaking with the most turbulent orgasm in months, she was envisioning herself lying under him as he drove his hard prick sharply into her leaking pussy. Suddenly realizing she had four fingers working into her pussy rapidly, she removed the hand and sat in the closest chair. Her breathing was beginning to return to an acceptable level after a few minutes and she looked in his direction one last time. Springing from the chair, she rushed in the direction of her room; he was walking to the door she was sitting nearest.

The stinging spray of the shower felt excellent on his sore muscles, the twenty laps twice as many as he swam every other day. He had a reason for the additional laps however, he was working through his frustration and tiring himself. He could not get the thought of the sexy body cleared from his mind. He stepped from the shower and began toweling himself dry while staring into his closet, his selection of clothing much greater than his small room at the college. He made the decision early to forego wearing skivvies, letting his mind override his better judgment.

Selecting the popular style Neru shirt and matching trousers, he had one foot raised to slide inside the trousers when the quick knock came on the door and it flew open. A five-five beauty charged into the room and called his name as she literally leaped into his arms. The reaction of raising his hands, allowed the trousers to drop to the floor as Helen wrapped her arms and legs around his body. The one-oh-five pounds of weight drove him back, however he was able to regain his balance before allowing both to fall in the floor. She was screaming his name in his ear and crying at the same time.

"Jason, it's been so long! I have missed you so much, I love you." She was speaking through tear-stained eyes and his excitement was just as great as she declared to him. Two years since they had touched one another, a year of school living with friends in Great Britain, and an out-of-town cheerleading competition his visit at Christmas to blame.

"I missed you too, Helen. Those phone calls do not make up for not being close to you." Jason was hugging her as tightly as she held him, two years was a long time so separate two siblings. "I love you and I have missed you very much," he said as her weight began sliding and he had to move his hand quickly to keep her from falling. His hand moved and he felt bare skin, he was holding her by the cheek of the ass. They maintained the hold on one another for over two minutes, pressing warm body against warm body; allowing herself to finally relax, she began sliding from his grip.

Lost in the excitement of the meeting, Jason realized he was naked, and his sister's soft warm body was pressing against him. The situation became more serious when Helen stepped from his embrace and turned to her friend, "Eleanor, this is my brother, Jason. Jason, this is Eleanor, my best friend." Each girl gasped, covering their mouths at the same time, Jason's prick was standing fully erect and he was facing both. Quickly reaching for his trousers, he turned and tried putting them on quickly. As things do happen, he was bent over, his ass facing the girls, and he was having trouble getting his foot into the leg of the trousers. Almost falling, before regaining his balance, he heard both laughing.

Frustrated at himself, he stopped and turned, facing his sister and her friend and casually slipped the trousers on, one leg without difficulty, and then the second. He looked at each girl as he pulled the shirt over his bare chest, wondering why he wasn't embarrassed. Neither girl had turned away nor averted their gaze and after he was suitably dressed in shirt and trousers, he slipped his feet into the sandals Helen pushed to him with her foot.

Jason took a moment and looked at his sister, "You have grown up, you have... , your hair is..."

"What do you expect? It's been two years and yes I have grown some."

"I didn't expect..." Jason suddenly realized he was at a loss for words; his sister was beautiful. "She is beautiful," while looking in the direction of Eleanor, "You are both beautiful and so... grown up"

The pair burst into laughter, "You mean we have tits! What did you expect? Helen had a hard time speaking with control noticing Jason was staring at each, dressed in short shorts and halter tops their weekend attire.

Jason was holding Helen in his arms again and Helen was crying once more. Marie walked into the room, "What is all the commotion about?" she asked in a knowing manner, a big smile painted on her face. "Eleanor, I guess you know they haven't seen one another in two years?"

"Yes, I gathered that, but she saw him today." Eleanor looked at the clinging couple as they turned to stare at her, fully understanding the double meaning of her remark.

Wednesday Afternoon

"I HATE HER! I HATE HER! She is crazy if she thinks I am willing to double with her to the dance Friday evening." Helen was outraged as she charged into the room, speaking to her mother, her face flushed from anger. "Mom! She is being a bitch."

"Young lady, I think you were reared better. Now just whom are we calling a bitch?

"Eleanor! She is just throwing herself and Jason and I don't think it is right." Helen dropped heavily on the sofa, and let out a loud sigh. "Mom, she has just been flaunting her body at Jason ever since she met him Saturday. Do you have any idea what she did today?"

"No, however I expect you are going to tell me," Marie said sarcastically.

"She brought another skirt with her today, and mom, it is so short she cannot sit in it. She planned to come here, changing into the skirt beforehand. She is my best friend and she is not supposed to be trying to seduce my brother, it's just not right." Helen slapped her palms on the sofa heavily releasing her frustration.

"Honey, do you think you might be just a little jealous of your friend?" Marie's voice was hard, her tone cold, and the parental right unmistakable.

"Mom, you're taking her side!" Helen spoke with a flabbergasted look on her face. Glaring at her mother, Helen rose and brushed past Marie, pushing her lightly as she passed. "You are taking her side," she said and Marie heard her utter other words under her breath.

"HELEN!" Marie shouted, "Come back here young lady, this instant. You will not speak to me in that tone, you are being insubordinate, and it is unlike you."

Helen stopped and looked over her shoulder at her mother before turning and walking to her. "Mom, I'm sorry, I'm upset at Eleanor, and not you; I apologize, I'm sorry."

Taking her daughter in her arms, Marie hugged and kissed her forehead before she spoke. "I know you are upset and I might be too if it was my brother and my best friend. Can you think of a nicer person with whom your best friend could be infatuated? Personally, my feeling is I think she has selected the best there is, and I think you agree. Could it be she just has a teenage crush on your brother, he is older and wiser. We may be prejudiced; however, I think he is the best-looking young man around. He will only be here for the summer, and when school starts, he will leave. Do you think she can go for nine months without seeing him, or do you think she will find another boy before that time?"

"Mom, it's like she was... well... trying to trap him, and I think you know what I mean. She is not a virgin and I wouldn't put it past her. You know he thinks she is good-looking, and he is constantly staring at those big tits she flaunts. I'm sorry mom, I'm just upset."

"I will tell you something and it's strictly between us women; I had a crush on my brother and father when I was your age. I thought they were the most handsome men in the world and I was jealous of every woman that looked at them. I was miserable for a year before I realized they would always be there for me; they were family. I think you may have the same thoughts, and this puts you in a special category which is you are a normal, healthy teenage female. Does it upset you being called normal? When my mother tried to explain it to me I didn't understand either." Marie held Helen close and they were still clinging when Jason found them.

"Hey, what is going on here, why am I being left out?"

Two arms were outstretched and he smiled before taking two steps and leaping. Mother and sister were fast, and he landed in the space they vacated, only to be attacked by four hands. They tickled, jabbed, pulled, and poked, all in good-natured fun however they were rough. He wrestled them although he was no match for the pair, allowing them to use their full strength where he restrained his own. He submitted when they tumbled on the floor and both were now sitting on him, Helen's pussy six inches from his face. His reason for submitting was simple; he was getting an erection, which he did not wish for them to see.

Marie stood, "The female species has once again proven their superiority," she said, consequently removing her weight. "I will start an early supper and would not mind some company," speaking as she glided from the room. In actuality, she was playing it safe because she felt the tingling between her legs, becoming afraid her pussy was too wet and Jason would notice. Moments earlier, her hand had grasped his erect prick although she could not call it purely accidental. She was upset with herself, promising herself Saturday all thoughts of him, and his erections, would not enter her mind again. After glancing in their direction to ensure they were out of earshot, she reached for the telephone and dialed.

"Nora, I know this is a bit odd but do you think I could come over for an hour or more later? I have an urgent problem that needs attending, and Walter will be out-of-town for another week." As soon as the telephone conversation concluded, Marie cheerfully began preparing the supper, unmindful to the fact she was alone.