Sandy Stephan - Sister's incest secrets

We brought each other off in shattering climaxes that rollicked through our bodies with such force it threatened to tear us apart. It was done. We sagged up against the other and lay there laughing and gasping, taking the other by the hand and just holding on.

Outside our room people were moving to and from the bathroom. We decided to make an appearance before anyone could get suspicious, and put our nighties on, straightened my bed, and headed for the bathroom. Just as we reached the door, Aunt Liz came out.

“Hello, darlings!” she said cheerfully. “How sweet you look this morning. Here, let me kiss you!” She took me into her arms and crushed me against her ample bosom. “Mmmmmm,” she said with a long wink after she'd pressed a big kiss on my cheek, “I love your perfume! Perhaps you'll tell me where to get it?”

I didn't know what to say. She kissed Elaine just as enthusiastically and lingered there for a moment as her nose twitched appreciatively. “Very nice, very nice… not as subtle as your scent, Kathy, but a lovely bouquet. It smells so good you want to drink it, don't you?” With a hearty laugh she walked away from us, leaving us to watch the heavy roll and quiver of her big, firm ass under the dressing gown she wore so casually. Dad came out of the master bedroom and even he couldn't refrain from stealing a glance at Aunt Liz's majestic form.

“Well, what are you two doing?” he said angrily when he saw us loitering before the bathroom door. “Are you going in or out?”

“In, Dad.”

“Okay, hurry up then.”

He went back to his room and slammed the door. Elaine and I helped each other to shower, giggling between ourselves whenever we thought of Aunt Liz's comment. “You think she knows?” asked Elaine. “I'm sure she knows,” I said, and then we giggled again.

At the breakfast table we still had trouble with our fit of the giggles. In fact, it became all the more difficult to keep a straight face when we looked at the other members of the family. Bob looked drawn and irritable, Nora tried to act nonchalant but the strain was too obvious. Mum was her usual zombie self, serving food and pouring coffee like a well-oiled machine. Dad did his utmost to keep his eyes out of Aunt Liz's plunging decolletage. And Aunt Liz beamed broadly at all of us in turn, impartial and loving, knowing more than any of us.

Dad was the first to leave. Dressed in his business suit, looking every inch like an insurance man, complete with attache case, he marched out of the house and disappeared into the world of business. The moment he left the atmosphere in the house grew lighter, more frivolous. Aunt Liz made a few innuendo-filled remarks which made Bob laugh and Nora blanch. Mum pretended not to be amused but she was. I looked at her with interest. In the company of her sister Mum was much more relaxed.. Even the way she walked was different, her hips shaking a little, her back a bit straighter. The sisters cleared the table, talking animatedly about mutual-acquaintances, and Elaine began the washing up. Nora and Bob and I went into the living room to have our second cup of coffee there.

They couldn't seem to talk to each other. Bob addressed a few remarks to me and so did Nora, but the line of communication between them was broken. I put up with it for as long as I could, and then, with rare courage, I asked: “What's your problem, Nora? Excuse me for asking, but you seem most uptight this morning. Was it something Bob did to you last night?”

Both of them turned to stare at me. “What do you mean?” Bob said at last.

“I was sitting in the tree after midnight because a certain party didn't show up for an appointment,” I said scathingly, “and while I sat there the most amazing spectacle unfolded before my very eyes. You might call it a drama, frigidity against naked lust.”

Another silence. I thought Nora was going to faint. Bob took it on the chin but the news made him reel a little. “So you saw it all,” he said slowly. Then, with a shrug of resignation, “Well, then you know Nora's got troubles and you know that I wanted to make love to her. Now what?”

“To tell you the truth, I was shocked at first. But now I only want Nora to overcome her difficulties. And if you can help her, then you should.”

Nora shook her head. “There's nothing wrong with me,” she stated in icy tones. “I believe in celibacy. It's not just something to dabble with as far as I'm concerned. I would have slept with Bob last night had it not been for my beliefs. In any case, I find it reprehensible that you spied on us and I want to hear you promise you'll never do it again.”

“It's done,” I said ambiguously. “But I still think you're doing the right thing for all the wrong reasons-or is it the other way around. Apart from that, you should at least know what's been going on in this family since my return. Bob and I have made love, Elaine and I have made it, and Aunt Liz even joined in one time. Of course I'm telling you this in the strictest secrecy, but you have to know. What's happened among us is really beautiful and I know you'd enjoy it once you let it get to you.”

Nora's eyes were like two saucers, staring at me as though I had just crawled out of the slime to terrorize her. “You…” She said hoarsely, “you… God, Kathy, what are you, a nymphomaniac or something? You're no sooner home than everyone goes sex-crazy, and for what? It'll only cause trouble!”

“Oh, it's my fault, is it? As if you didn't want to get screwed last night! Yes, I saw you. At first you couldn't touch your own body but you got over that. And you were desperate to suck Bob's cock only you're too much of a prig! Don't try that nymphomaniac thing on me, it just doesn't work. Some women can and the rest want to, that's my motto.”

I had spoken in anger, raising, my voice and leaning over to her as if I'd meant to hit her. Bob pointed a warning finger at the kitchen, and that quieted me down. Nora said nothing. She was angry, too, but it looked as though she was at least thinking about the matter. Finally she shook her head again and left the room. Bob picked up the morning paper and buried himself in it. And I took a walk to think things over. I felt as though I'd been too abrupt in my approach- but I felt relieved that the truth was out Nora would be forced to make a choice now, whether she liked it or not. She could fool around with Harold but not with us. So long as Bob was on my side we could work it out.

It was while I walked that all the alternative possibilities bore down on me. Nora might well tell Mum and Dad that I was up to my old tricks again. And they, in turn, would retaliate again. What could they do? Send me to reform school or summer camp? It was all possible. I'd been crazy to let Nora in on our secret!

Then again, if she allowed herself to be pulled into our direction, we would have another ally, the whole family against the two remaining prudes. What could Mum and Dad do if they found Bob, Elaine, Aunt Liz, Nora, and me locked in a passionate flesh orgy? Send us all to boarding school? No… but the shock might drive them around the bend once and for all. There had to be a way of getting what I wanted without depriving anyone else of their deserts.

The only one who could help me under the circumstances was Aunt Liz. She knew Mum and Dad better than I did and it followed that she would know the best way of getting around them. Shock treatment or gentle persuasion? I turned back to the house and approached her in all secrecy. As expected, Aunt Liz heard me out with a sympathetic look on her face. Yes, she understood our dilemma perfectly, she said. But solutions weren't easy to come by. However, she would try to help me-in her own way, of course.

Even though she hadn't been very specific, her support cheered me up. The pieces began to fall into place. Nora couldn't tell on me without risking her own reputation. After all, Bob and I had the goods on her. No, I'd done right to tell her. The shock could only have benefited her. We would win! Suddenly I was sure of it.