Date: Sat, 19 Oct 2019 04:06:22 +0000 (UTC) From: msorgen msorgen Subject: Cider Apple Cider Apple The twins Amy and Beth are 18. I am 20 and my stay at home mom is 40. Dad is 45 and a psychiatrist. We all live at home. The twins are starting college and I am in my thirdyear at NYU studying to be just like dad. One strict rule we all have is to behome for supper every evening unless we have a very good excuse to not bethere. One night I was coming home late and supper had already started. The twins were arguing with dad about getting their own cars. Mom was chiming in andarguing for the twins to get it. Dad was getting exasperated and really gettinghot under the collar as I walked into the front door. I closed it quietly as I heard him yell to all of them CIDER APPLE! All of a sudden it was quiet and when I peeked in, they all seemed to be in a trance. Dad said to them to relax, take a deep breath and forget the talk about a new car. He then said APPLE CIDER! They all woke up and chatted among themselves. I reopened and slammed the door and walkedinto the dining room. Dad said "what's your excuse for coming home late". I said "the trains were very slow tonight and I couldn't get home anysooner". He said ok and I joined them for dinner. I wanted to ask him about Cider Apple but thought better of it. The nextmorning, while mom was making breakfast, I came into the kitchen. We were alone. She was pouring juice into all the glasses when I said CIDER APPLE. She dropped the container on the floor andjust stood there. I walked over to her and pinched her. Nothing!!! Dad had hypnotized mom and Amy and Beth. I woke her up by saying APPLE CIDER. She looked down and saw the juicebottle on the floor. She looked up at me and said "how clumsy ofme". I said "Mom, it happens to all of us. Don't worry about it". Now I never thought of incest with the twins or my mom but seeing this reaction, it stirred my loins. Mysisters and I are and have been very close. When we see each other we give eachother kisses and that's it. When we were younger we used to wrestle until wedeveloped and then dad put a stop to it and explained the birds and bees to allof us. But it was fun while it lasted. I saw Amy one afternoon and we were alone. I said Cider Apple. And instantly she had this dazed look about her. Itold her that whenever I asked her a question she must tell the truth. I asked her if she ever thought of me in a sexual way. She blurted out"Beth and I often fantasize about you. its how we go to sleepsometimes." I instantly had a boner. I told herto act on her feelings any time she felt like it and not to think about thefact that I was her brother. I told hershe would feel wonderful and refreshed when she woke up. I then said"Apple cider". I took a shower and put on a bathrobe when Amy walked into my room. she waswearing a bathrobe as well. I said hi and she said hi. She had this smile on her face. She pushed medown on my bed as she slid across to me. She put her hand on my leg under the robe and slid it up my thigh. How's this? She asked. It's a start, I replied. She undid my robe and took it away,then untied her own robe, letting it drop to the floor. She pressed me back onthe bed, knelt beside me and kissed my penis. I made a little noise. She took me in her mouth and played gently with me, rubbing a nipple,getting the response she wanted at both ends. She held my testicles in onehand, doing inventive things with her tongue, and then she stopped for amoment. "This is just for you" she said. "You don't have to waitfor me". "I want you know," I said, panting a little. "Maybe later" she said, taking me into her mouth again. Shepushed my legs apart and pulled my knees up, and then she began exploring thecleft of my buttocks with her fingers. "I'm going to explode soon," I said. "Not yet," she replied, and then began again. She moved her headslowly up and down, beginning with the tip, and then pressing until nearly thewhole length of my length had disappeared. I couldn't find the words, only noises. Then I exploded, and she stayed with me for another minute, prolonging theorgasm, keeping me going until I could only cry out and collapse back onto thebed. Finally, cradling my testicles in a hand, she laid her head on my bellyand kissed it softly, "How are you?" she asked. "I can't make a fist," I replied "You hardly need to," she laughed. We remained that way for amoment, then she climbed onto the bed with me and lay on top of me nestling herhead onto my shoulder. She turned her head to me and whispered "wait till I tell Beth".