Wes and Les
Copyright© 2004 by Old Fart
Chapter 32
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 32 - Wes Loves Les. Wes Loves Mom. Wes Loves Sam. A Love Story. Second Place Winner, 2005 Golden Clitorides Awards for Best Story by a New Author.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Teenagers Romantic Humor Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Spanking First Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Fisting Doctor/Nurse
I woke up alone. I looked over at the alarm clock and saw it was just after 8 in the morning.
I got up, went into the bathroom, used the toilet, then took a quick shower. I decided to shave even though there wasn't much growth on my face. By the time I brushed my teeth and hair, threw on a pair of shorts and made my way downstairs it was 8:30.
I was just walking through the kitchen door when I heard Jaz.
"You're walkin' funny again, Mom. Did you fall onto the bar on your bike like I did?"
"No, Jaz. It's just an adult thing. I'll be walking fine in a few days."
Les chimed in "We'll all be walking better in a few days, Jaz."
I checked out the kitchen. Jaz was sat at the table with his bowl of Trix. I don't care what Mom makes for breakfast, he has to have his Trix.
Les and Sam were on either side of him on the bench drinking coffee with lots of milk and sugar in it. Mom was at the stove, watching over big frying pans of bacon and scrambled eggs. She was taking four pieces of toast out of the toaster and putting them on a plate. "OK, you guys. I need someone to put some plates and silverware on the table."
The girls got up and did as they were told. Les also went into the refrigerator and got a pitcher of orange juice and a bowl with butter in it.
I looked at my younger brother. "Hey Jaz. Did you make that butter last night?"
"Yep." He looked proud of himself.
"Is it any good?"
"Yeah. It's reeeal good. Isn't it?" He looked at the girls for confirmation.
Les made a production of licking her lips and Sam followed suit. They both said "Uuuhhmmm."
"OK, then. I guess I'll just have to try some of this good butter on my toast." I got a piece of toast and took care to spread the butter just right. Then I held it under my nose and sniffed, then licked a bit of the butter and finally took a small bite and savored it. "Smooth. Not too spicy. A hint of milk. I'd say it's La Mesa butter from Lakeside cream, probably a July 1965 vintage. Very good."
I reached over and messed Jaz's hair as he was giggling.
Mom came over with the bacon and started piling it on our plates. She put that pan away and did the same with eggs. She seemed to have a better appetite than most mornings.
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