Chapter 2

My mother wasn't home when I arrived which was good, it gave me time to think by myself. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and a notebook and pen then walked out to the table near the pool. I had always found it helped to write things down when I needed to work something out. I began to pen my thoughts.

1. No present girlfriend

2. Was Millie good looking. Hell yeah

3. Would I like to fuck her. Hell yeah

4. Incest. She's a blood relative. Incest was illegal mainly to avoid freaky babies.

5. Incest. Could we get away with it. Probably, especially with mother's help

6. Would I like to fuck her. Hell yeah

7. Would I live there? here? This is a four bedroom house, plenty of room

8. What would mother think of me having a live-in slave, her sister, right in front of her
   I took another sip of beer.

9. What would my friends say having an obviously older woman as a girlfriend? They would probably be jealous

10. Would I like to fuck her. Hell yeah

You can easily see how my mind was working. It looked like a done thing, but I needed to speak to my mother about a few things.

"Adam, where are you." Speak of the devil.

"Out near the pool mum."

My mother walked out wearing what I called one of her power suits. Working as a lawyer she needed to look aggressive, or so she said. If your saw her and Millie together, you wouldn't believe they were sisters. Talk about chalk and cheese. Where Millie was short, mother was tall. In fact with her high heels on she was nearly as tall as my 6 foot frame. Long dark hair, big breasted, totally different.

"How was college today dear."

"Not nearly as interesting as my visit on the way home mother."

"Adam, I've told you that you can call me Roberta now that your 18. Anyway, what was so interesting on your way home?"

"I called into Millie's. Mother, sorry Roberta, how could you two cook up this scheme?"

"Ah... I knew you would be a bit shocked."

"A bit. Gee that's an understatement counsellor!."

"I suppose so, but shit it seemed a perfect solution. I suppose Millie told you about being beaten up?" I nodded." Well I didn't want that to happen again. That's one reason. Another is that if you have a lover you can concentrate on your studies without running around looking for a date. It might sound silly, but I figured with her at your beck and call you could put more effort into college. Does that make sense?"

I gave a shrug.

"So what did you tell her?"

"That I would think about it."

"Oh shit, how was she when you left?"

"OK I guess."

"Shit," she ran off into the house. I followed her and watched her furiously punch numbers on the telephone.

"Millie, how are you?..."

"Yes he just told me..."

"So you can cope till then..."

"Okay, just checking that's all. Speak to you later. Bye."

"What was that all about" I asked.

"Well, when Millie first spoke to me about her problem she sounded suicidal. Don't let that affect your decision though, she has agreed to go into therapy immediately if you say no."

"But mother, how could you agree to an act of incest?"

"Incest smincest, who cares. Besides which it solves two problems in my eyes. Besides it is not that she can get pregnant."

"She can't?"

"No, she and Nick tried, and after tests found out she couldn't."

"Oh well" I said "that takes one thing off my list." Pulling the list out I crossed out number 4 on my list.

"Can I see that" she asked. When I handed her my deliberations she quickly read through them." Well I can help you with a couple of these. I do hope you decide to live here and as long as you aren't bonking in front of me I can handle you two lovers. OK? It looks like I've eliminated the negatives and you seem to have stated a positive three times. Does that mean it's a go?"

"I guess so Roberta. I'll call her now."

It was friday evening when I drove into Millie's driveway. I was pretty well shaking with nerves as I knocked on the door wiping my sweaty hands on my jeans. Millie soon opened the door and she looked dramatically different. Her hair was cut and clean, her face seemed to have regained its usual colour and her clothes pretty and clean.