Sex With My Sister (Book 5 Chapter 3) - Sex Stories

Sex With My Sister (Book 5 Chapter 3)

... her room and closing the door. The next morning I was the first one up, even before Mom. I only went down stairs to grab a glass of orange juice then returned to my room. When Emma got up, she too grabbed a glass of juice then joined me in my room. Emma was wearing a long t-shirt, and nothing else from what I could tell. She had her hair back with a head band. She had trimmed it a little before bed the night before. We sat and quietly talked waiting for our mother to wake up. She mentioned that it had been getting tangled while she slept and it was driving her nuts. We heard a knock at my door and it was on. I answered the door. “Good, you’re both here.” Mom said. “I’d like to talk to the two of you. Come to the dining room.” She said. Mom was wearing just a cushy bathrobe. Her hair was down and it looked as if she hadn’t gotten much sleep. I guessed to myself that she had been up all night worrying about what we thought. I nodded and closed the door. I turned towards Emma, who just smiled. She knew what we had planned, but I doubt our mother had any idea. It was my hope that by the end of this that she’d be trying to get back together with Dad… err… um… Uncle Paul… um… my father. I’m sorry folks. At this point in the story, the titles were a bit confusing. I think I’m gonna stick to calling him dad for the rest of this. A few minutes later we made our way down the stairs to the dining room. Mom was sitting there, sipping on coffee from a white cup. She had a cigarette lit ...

... and between her fingers, which was a bit of a surprise since she usually didn’t smoke inside the house, but as far as I figure, she was kinda stressed over all of this. Emma and I sat down in the chairs opposite her. “So which one of you was in the attic? I’m betting it was you, Cyrus.” Mom said. “Why do you think it was me?” I asked. “The cum stain on the blanket.” Mom said. My mom was right, we really didn’t clean up the blanket while we were up there. “We both were.” Emma said. “I saw the tape too.” “So you both know?” Mom said as she put down her coffee cup. She took a sharp drag from her cigarette. She was mentally preparing herself in the same way I had to before I started writing. She was expecting hatred, harsh words, and anger, but she wouldn’t get any. Not from us, we didn’t care, and all of you readers know why. “Who our dad is? Yeah. How you two had a relationship? Yeah. We don’t care, Mom.” Emma said. Our mother was dumbfounded. She didn’t know what to say. She had just gotten approval from her own kids about fucking her older brother. “Mom, if you love Dad so much, why did you leave him?” I asked. “I didn’t want you kids knowing the truth. My parents don’t know, no one does besides Jason and I and the two of you.” Mom said. “So why are you kids so accepting of all of this?” I sighed deeply. It was time for our secret to be told for the first time. “You know that Earthquake two days ago?” I started. I started telling my mother all of the details, showing her the ...