From: Bistander <vallucanbe@gmail.com>

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My Neighbor's Incest Part IX

bistander

It’s Too Late

"Okay, yup, I'll be waiting for you."

"Are your parents gonna be home soon," Susan asked.

"No, they'll be out for a few hours. I can't wait to see you." I placed the phone down and let my mind ponder what news Susan might have for me. She would be at my front door in a few minutes. It was strange the day before, in the driveway, when Mrs. Davis wouldn't tell me whatever news there was. Then again, everything about my relationship with my neighbors was strange.

I had decided to let the thing about Mrs. Davis thinking Jasmine was my girlfriend go for now. The whole situation was too complicated and letting her think I was good for her daughter was fine with me. It provided a cover for Susan and I. Although, if we all ended up in the same room, that would make for some uncomfortable moments.

For now, I was just going to listen to my wonderfully sexy girlfriend tell me the news and then finish what her sister interrupted yesterday. I'm not sorry she did, because if she hadn't, I would have been humping Susan when her mother came home. That would have crushed Mrs. Davis. She would have seen her sweet young daughter being not so sweet. Plus, she would have thought I was cheating on her other daughter. What a twisted soap-opera life I'm living.

The doorbell made me smile at the thought of my true love standing on the other side. I swung the door open ready to hug Susan. In unison, the two sisters greeted me, "Howdy neighbor."

I felt something between disappointment and resentment until my eyes focused, then my heart raced. The siblings stood shoulder to shoulder, both with that too familiar cat ate the canary grin. I took in the Playboy fantasy photo shot and tried not to overreact. Jasmine was wearing denim overalls with holes in the knees. The absence of a shirt and bra allowed her oversized teen tits to protrude from each side of the chest flap. Susan was wearing tight jeans and a wife-beater shirt. A material bridge stretched from one erect nipple to the other. I saw Susan’s red tit crowns through the stretched fabric. My mouth watered.

"Trick Or Treat." The sisters held out their hands.

"You're a little late for Halloween, but what trick are you going to do for a treat? Other than, cause a wreck in front of my house." As I spoke, my eyes went back and forth from Susan to Jasmine.

Jasmine glanced over each shoulder and then turned to Susan. She planted her lips over Susan's and gave her the most erotic kiss I had ever seen. As Jasmine pulled her mouth away, Susan's tongue was being sucked out of her mouth. Jasmine turned toward me gleaming from ear to ear, the ways she always did when she wielded her sexual powers over me. "Now, where's our big fat treat?"

Jasmine's kiss left Susan looking scared and dazed. Kind of like that first time the three of us got together. I made eye contact with Susan, trying to ask if she was alright with this. She smiled and asked, "Are you going to invite us in before your parents come home?"

"Sure, come in. I thought you were coming over to talk to me, but I'm not sure I'll hear a word you're saying." I was hoping she got the hint that I was unclear about what was going on. As they walked in I pointed toward the living room.

Jasmine said, "Don't worry, we'll clear your head before you have to listen."

Susan's already plump nipples stretched her shirt a little more as she walked past me. I imagined my tongue circling each mound as my lips pulled them inside my mouth. I smiled, proud to have her as my girlfriend.

Jasmine's dimples grew with a genuine, sweet smile. My heart fluttered without regard for the confusion I had about my feelings. I slipped my hand around Jasmine's back, inside her farmer's suit. We walked behind Susan into the living room. My hand traveled south until Jasmine’s round ass was in my grasp. No panties, no surprised there. Jasmine pushed her ass back to encourage my groping, then smiled lovingly, pointed toward Susan, and removed my hand from her rump.

"I'm sorry to intrude on you, but I can't stop thinking about what happened yesterday, and Susan said I could watch. As long as I kept covering for you two." Jasmine moved the ottoman against the couch.

Susan sat on the ottoman looking almost as nervous as I felt. Jasmine's hands went to work on Susan's button and zipper. I stood motionless, trying to figure out how I felt about Jasmine watching. Jasmine tugged her sister's jeans past her hips like a mother undressing their youngster. It seemed strange, but as Susan's fine pubic hair came into view my erection indicated it didn't care.

Jasmine pulled Susan's pants by the end of each leg, straight up. Susan's slit and butt hole greeted my lustful eyes. I had fucked Jasmine in front of Susan, but this was different. I was going to make love to Susan while her sister, who I had done the same to, was watching. It seemed unnatural. I pulled my pants down anyway, knowing I couldn't resist the tender body before me.

Susan's innocent smile greeted me as I knelt between her legs. Jasmine was to my right, staring down at her sister's crotch as my dick approach the tiny hole. The audience made me nervous like it was the first time. A shiny line of wet appeared on my throbbing head as I dragged it between Susan’s puffy lips. She purred when I brushed over her clit. Jasmine and I made eye contact. It seemed as if she was begging me to shove my cock into her sister. I shivered and went back to staring at Susan’s pussy.

Jasmine slid her hand down my back, stopped on my ass, and pushed me forward. Susan’s eyes darted back and forth from me to Jasmine, and her legs opened further. I applied more pressure, and Jasmine shoved me. The sight of my cock head plunging into Susan's body took my breath away. Susan bit her lip, and Jasmine gasped as if she felt it.

I pushed deeper and let the miraculous sensation of being inside another person engulfed me. Jasmine panted. "Fuck, that is the hottest thing I have ever seen,” Jasmine said. “I think I'm gonna cum."

The outburst broke the moment Susan and I were sharing. I pushed all the way inside her tiny body. Susan’s hole clamped down on the base of my dick. Jasmine placed her hand on Susan's stomach as if she were trying to feel my cock inside her sister. I drew out and slowly pushed back in until my sack draped the space between Susan’s pussy and ass hole. Jasmine’s hand was in her pants. I moved in and out of Susan, imagining what Jasmine's fingers were doing between her legs. Susan’s insides insides tightened like a fist, yet the flood of juices eased the way for my plunging cock. I went faster and deeper inside Susan’s trembling body.

Jasmine laid her head on Susan’s belly. Her beautiful face was within inches of where my cock hammered her sister's gushing hole. I watched Jasmine’s eyes, and her lips, thinking about kissing her, or pulling out so Jasmine could taste her sister on my cock, or blasting Jasmine in the eye, and cover her face with cum. I hated Jasmine because I loved her right there in front of the girl I was in love with.

The feeling that marked the moment I wanted to make myself slow down came, but as always, I was powerless to break the magical rhythm. Jasmine moaned, and my balls screamed, pull out, but I kept fucking Susan. She felt it too, and her eyes grew, but she didn’t tell me to stop. I yanked back, my dick sprang up, and a burst of cum flew. A second one skidded between Susan’s tits and ran down her neck. Jasmine’s face intercepted a glob. I grabbed my cock and pressed it down against Susan’s groin. Jasmine stuck out her tongue and collected the rest of the creamy fluid pouring from me.

Still panting, Jasmine licked her sister's chest and neck clean. I watched in amazement as Susan used her lips and tongue to clean Jasmine’s face. The sister’s shared a kiss so passionate it made me jealous.

"Thanks, little sister, that was the most incredible thing I have ever seen. I'll be wet for days thinking about it. Thank you for letting me watch."

Jasmine turned to me. "Thank you, too.” She kissed me, sending her tongue deep in my mouth. I tried to look as puzzled as I could, even though Jasmine's kiss didn't surprise me at all. “I'll leave you love birds to talk now," Jasmine said and walked toward the door.

When she was gone, I said, "That was weird."

"Considering what you know about my twisted family, was it really?" Susan's words summed it up.

After Susan wiggled into her pants, I gave her a tee-shirt to put over her erotic see-through shirt. We went to the kitchen, I pulled out a chair for her at the table, and pushed it in to meet her as she sat. I hadn’t planned on trying to be a gentleman, it had happened naturally.

“I’ll get us a drink,” I said and slid my hand across Susan’s back.

I put two glasses and a Coke on the table and sat facing Susan. “Tell the news." I acted like I cared, but all I really wanted to do was kiss her. Susan’s face was glowing.

Susan inhaled. "Okay, you want the good news or the bad news first?" Before I could answer, Susan continued, "Well, the bad news kind of makes the good news not so good. So, it probably doesn't matter."

Susan's innocent, childlike face replaced her sexual glow. Suddenly, she purged her emotional pit in one fast sentence, "My mom is having a baby, and my father hasn't been home for three days after they had a huge fight."

Susan exhaled and looked up from her clasped hands. Her eyes scanned my face as if she was trying to read my look. I wondered if she could see the death grip on my heart, while I forced a genuine look of concern to my face? Shit, I coached myself inside my head, look concerned, look happy, just don't look terrified. The blood drained from my face. I held Susan's hands. "Wow, a baby. That's great. She was trying, wasn't she? Don't worry about your dad, he'll come back, right? It was just a fight." I hoped my face was more assuring than my stupid run of words.

"Joe, your face is white. Am I supposed to believe that? Has your dad ever left for three days?" Susan's words dazed me as she seemed to be trying to read my mind.

I quickly pulled her up by her arm and made her sit on my lap. I gave her a warm hug as I considered the feelings I might have if my dad had actually left for three days. I kissed her cheek. "Susan, why did you wait three days to talk to me? And, why wouldn't your mom have told me about the baby?" My second question was stupid, but my brain wasn't working. My mind was flashing images of Mrs. Davis's chest at Halloween and at the car yesterday. I knew her tits were bigger.

More blood drained from my face as I considered Chris might not have told me because she knew something. I thought I might puke.

"Joe, I didn't know about the baby until I heard them fighting. I didn't want to say anything until I knew something more. Finally, yesterday, mom told us not to worry. She said, 'sometimes people have big fights, and it's best that they put some distance between them.' She promised he was coming home soon." Susan didn't look like she had been convinced by her mom's words.

She continued, "then, she told us she was pregnant. She told me to tell you. I guess she didn't want to tell you because she didn't think we knew yet." Susan sounded like she was trying to come up with something to explain her mother's odd statement to herself as she spoke. It made no sense, and it scared me.

Susan turned my face toward hers and kissed me. "Joe, you look more upset than me."

I kissed her and squeezed her tight. "I'm just concerned because you seemed concerned."

After talking for a few minutes, I ushered Susan to the front door. "My parents will be home soon."

Standing on the front porch with a hand firmly on each shoulder, I put on what I hoped was my most convincing face. "Susan, don't worry. Everything is going to work out just fine."

I wrapped my arms around her and picked her up by her butt. Our lips and tongues consoled each other in a passionate embrace. I could have gone on for a long time, but I broke it off. "You better go before they come home."

I raced into the house like a chicken without its head. I put the glasses in the dishwasher and ran into the living room to see if there was any evidence of fornication. I turned the stained side of the ottoman toward the wall and flipped the cushion on the couch. I could take care of that tomorrow. I sat on the couch going over what it was like making love to Susan, while Jasmine watched. This was far better than thinking about something else.

I woke up to the sound of my parents coming into the house. I was dreaming I was married to Mrs. Davis. I was sitting with her, Susan, Jasmine, and our baby girl. Except, even though she was a baby, she looked Susan's age. I shook off the crazy dream and went back to being a fourteen-year-old boy. That's all I was, a boy.

A few days had passed since Susan dropped her bombshell of information into my life. A couple of restless nights and worried days, but this day I was feeling fine. I had gone over it a million times in my head. I had finally convinced myself that with all of Mr. and Mrs. Davis' trying, the chance that I dropped the magic seed was almost impossible. I also convinced myself that it didn't matter anyway. Nobody, including me would ever know even if it was mine. There was no way Mrs. Davis would allow anyone to know she let her fourteen-year-old neighbor impregnate her.

It had been hard work, but I had brainwashed myself into pretending it never happened. Mr. Davis leaving had nothing to do with me. Susan was my true love and I was going to focus all my emotional energy on her.

Jasmine's foot interrupted my conversation with my friend Bobby when it connected with my ass. "Hey stud. Susan wants to talk to you after school, so make sure you stay home and wait for her to call you."

Bobby's mouth hung open as Jasmine's lips touched my ear. "Here comes Stacy. Just play along."

Jasmine wrapped her arms around my waist and her tongue around mine. She kissed my neck and took my ear in her teeth. I'm not sure if her passion was an act, but my lust wasn't as my hands found her round ass cheeks, and I pulled her into my body.

"I said, play along, not do me in the hallway." Jasmine's voice in my ear registered a wave of pleasure all the way to my toes and my cock filled.

I could feel my dick pressing into her warm body as we held each other tightly. Then, Jasmine kissed my cheek and stepped back. "I got to go, lover. Don't forget Susan's call later." She spun and headed toward her class as if she had never seen Stacy.

Bobby watched her round butt dance its seductive waltz down the hallway. I glanced in the direction of Stacy. She was leaning against the lockers staring in the same direction as Bobby. I would hate to see her hurt, but I sure hoped that worked. As much as Stacy was hot and a threesome with her would be a freshman's dream come true, I didn't want to do it.

As the bell rang for class, Bobby looked at me with a dazed look. "Did that just happen? You have some explaining to do!" I smiled and we headed in opposite directions for our next class. I tried to pretend I didn't have a hardon and that there was nothing real to that encounter with Jasmine. "Just play along." That's all I was doing.

I sat in class wondering what Susan wanted that was so important. I wish she went to my school, so I could run into her during the day. I thought of the perfect place we could sneak off to at lunch. My thoughts were interrupted by Mrs. Parker's voice, "Please come to the front and write out your answer on the board, Joe."

Thank god my dick was laying flat as I stood up. I had no idea what the question was, let alone the answer. How stupid I suddenly felt must have been vividly displayed on my face. "Joe, please try and pay attention! We are talking about the meaning of Thanksgiving. Can you tell the class what Thanksgiving means to you?"

"A five-day weekend." My already snickering peers burst out laughing as my perturbed teacher scolded me with her eyes. Good thing I didn't say what I was really thinking.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Parker. I guess I'm already in the holiday spirit. I feel very blessed to have a great family, friends, and neighbors. I'll spend Thanksgiving with them giving thanks for all the wonderful things we have and the freedom we enjoy in America." I was so full of shit I was sure the class could smell me. Instead, the whole class stared in amazement.

Mrs. Parker said, "Very good. I didn't think you were listening."

After the forty-seven-minute class ended, I eagerly got out of the chair and headed for the door. I was hoping I could avoid Bobby and make it to my bus. I wanted to get home so I could wait for Susan's call.

"Bobby, it was a joke. Please don't take it seriously and don't tell anybody. I don't want any rumors starting." I sure didn't want to have to deal with that getting around about Jasmine. Surely, it would make it back to Susan eventually.

"Dude! If a rumor was going to start, that's the one you should want! There is no way I am going to believe that was all an act. Not that I know much about making out, but I know enough to know when someone is pretending. You two were sizzling. I mean, I almost caught fire watching." Bobby's words only served to remind me of the months of conflicting feelings and my twisted love triangle.

"Well, then I better sign up for drama class because that was all an act to get someone jealous. Jasmine’s my neighbor and that's it. Let's face it buddy, she's hot and almost sixteen. What would she want with me?" My statement wasn't completely true, but I often asked myself that question.

"So, what's up with her sister, Susan, who you have to be home for her call later?" Bobby never struck me as being that smart, but he did pay attention.

"She's my girlfriend." I hoped the shock on my face wasn't as obvious as the look of surprise on Bobby's face. I hadn’t thought; my answer came out easily. It felt right when I said it, but then I didn't want to have to explain it.

"Okay, you're right, you’re a natural. Take drama because I totally could have believed that, the way you said it."

Bobby's sarcastic tone made it clear he didn't believe me. He could buy that I was going with Jasmine, an older girl, but not a younger girl. What a double standard, I thought, an older girl can hook up with a younger boy and it’s fine. God forbid an older guy does a younger girl, then it’s taking advantage of her. Don't try to explain it, I told myself. "I'll sign up next year for that drama class. I'm not sure what Jasmine was talking about with Susan. She probably needs help with math. I tutor her now and then. Her mom pays me pretty well." I felt sad that I had just lied about my girlfriend.

"It's well, not good. So who helps you with English?" Bobby punched me and added, "See you tomorrow." We headed for the buses.

My thoughts rolled with the school bus, I'm not much older. Susan was older than her years, and if it wasn't for what I did to her bald pussy, who would care? Mrs. Davis did have an issue with it, though. Maybe it was the potential for what we might do? A big smile came to my face as I thought of all the things we had already done. Soon enough, nobody would care about the age difference; in the mean time, we could keep doing what we were doing in secret.

Once I was sitting by myself waiting for the phone to ring, I felt something beyond anticipation. More like anxiety about what might be so important that I had to wait for Susan's call. I jumped up to beat my mother to the phone out of habit, even though she wasn't home. I tried to apply my best macho tone to my voice, "Hello," hoping it was actually Susan.

“Hi, it’s me,” Susan said.

Even though there wasn’t anything I wanted to do more, I acted like I had better things to do. "So, what is important enough for me to be waiting on your call?"

“Joe, I wanna come over and tell you something,” Susan said. “Do you think you can actually listen?”

"What are you implying, that I can’t keep my hands to myself long enough for you to tell me?”

“Exactly, but if you want me to finish telling you—”

“Okay, okay, I promise, but hurry, I'm on pins and needles now."

Finally, I would hear the end of the story Susan started in her backyard, months ago. She had hinted about it again, and Jasmine had mentioned it, but neither would finish. My mind had tortured me for weeks after Susan told me her father had walked in on her and Jasmine touching in such an inappropriate way. I had imagined everything from him scolding them, to him taking out his giant cock, and punishing them.

My heart raced as I waited for the knock on the door. Why tell me now? I wondered why Jasmine had mentioned her cousin's coming and how it related to the events of that week at Aunt Jane's house. I knew whatever happened had an impact on Susan, and she didn't want to talk about it. She told me Jasmine taught her about giving head, but she never told me with whom. I was ready to know everything about my first true love.

As soon as I opened the door, I grabbed Susan's ass and tried to make out with her. "Funny, Joe, and what's with the manly voice when you answer the phone? You trying to impress someone?"

"Yeah, I was hoping it was the Avon lady. I think I got a shot with her." I wrapped my arms around Susan to keep her from whacking me, then didn't want to let go, but I did. "Ouch, you hit hard for a little girl."

We went to the living room. Susan sat on the couch, and I sat on the ottoman, facing her. I didn’t want to seem too eager for the story, but considering everything I already knew about her and her family, what else there could be? "Okay, I'm ready to hear everything about you." I bet that sounded too eager.

Susan took a deep breath. "Joe, so much has happened since that day in my backyard when I started telling you this. Probably, this isn't even important, except Aunt Jane, Jesselyn and Jeremy are coming for Thanksgiving."

Susan thought for a minute before continuing. "I was so shocked by what happened at my aunt's house, I had to tell someone. You're the only person outside of my messed up family that knows these things about me."

I thought about defending her family but kept silent.

"I was scared I might be gay. I enjoyed what Jasmine did too much, but when I saw you, and—You know what we did. I knew I wasn't." Susan nervously scanned my face.

I smiled at the memory of controlling Susan’s orgasm with my tongue. Her nectar filled my mouth, and she closed her legs on my head. I licked my lips, imagining the taste. Wow, and so much had happened since that day in the back yard.

"It wasn't just that, there was something else that scared me. Remember I told you my dad sat next to Jasmine after walking in on her fingering me?" The question seemed rhetorical, but I remembered differently.

"I thought you told me she was about to put her hand in your shorts when he walked in?" I had pictured that scene a million times after she left me hanging that day in her backyard. It didn't matter to me either way, but I bet it would have made a difference to Mr. Davis.

"Sorry, I might not have told you exactly how it happened. Remember, I was really paranoid that you were going to think I was gay." A self-conscious smile appeared as Susan looked to me for approval.

"He just sat there next to Jasmine without saying a word, for what seemed like a lifetime. I saw his huge thing bulging in his shorts and I didn't know what he was going to want to do to us. I was scared. I knew at that moment I didn't want him. I never wanted him to do anything to me or Jasmine again." Susan took a quick breath and kept going. "I thought about you. I know I told you I wanted him to, but that wasn't true. Well, not completely. I didn't know what I wanted. I didn't know what was normal."

Susan never looked up from her folded hands. "My father sat there, looking at us, and I knew it wouldn't be normal. I thought about how excited I got watching him and Aunt Jane and it made me sad. I knew we weren't normal."

"When he finally unloaded what was on his mind, he said, 'I heard you watching us earlier, and I'm sorry.'" Susan seemed more uneasy than I had ever seen her as she considered her next words. "He said he was sorry, that it was wrong, and he shouldn't have done it. That was the promise he made to our mother. That’s why she agreed to have another baby. She wanted a divorce last year because of the way their life was going. Especially, the way they let it affect me and Jasmine. They had a deal they wouldn't sleep with anyone other than each other. He made us promise we wouldn't tell Mom about Aunt Jane. "

I exhaled heavily, thinking about what I had done with Jasmine. Susan mistook my anxious guilt as judgment. "Joe, you think my family is messed up? Are you sorry you ever got involved with me?" Tears filled Susan's eyes, and a few runaways tumbled down her cheeks, but I could tell she was holding back a saltwater flood.

“No, no, not at all.”

"My father was so sweet, and he promised he would never act that way again. It gave me hope, I wanted to be normal, I wanted our family to be normal. I promised myself, promised I wouldn't act the way our family acts, but I'm just like him." Susan held me, jerked with a sob, and started crying on my shoulder. It reminded me the way Jasmine cry after I cheated on Susan with her.

"Hey, take it easy." I didn't have any other words to console her with.

Through sobs and tears, Susan said, "I'm as bad as he is. I'm just like the rest of my family. All my promises were wiped out in a split second."

I brushed some tears from Susan's face and tried not to show my concern about what might have happened. She snuffed hard. "Are you sure you want to hear this?"

"Yes, it's okay, just tell me. I want to know everything about you. I love you." I tried not to say those words too often, so they would stay special, but what else could I say?

"I walked into our room the next day to talk to Jasmine some more about all the things my dad told us about our family. Jasmine was on her hands and knees, and Jeremy was kneeling behind her, fucking her. I should have just turned around and left the room. But, I didn't!"

"He stopped and stood up and I just stood there staring at his dick. My legs trembled and my inside burned, but I told myself, no, that's your cousin. I could feel the heat from his cock on my hand as he stood next to me. He kissed my lips and touch me between my legs and I forgot every promise."

"Jasmine helped me down on my knees with her, in front of Jeremy. She told me she was going to teach me to give great head. We took turns sucking him. We each gagged and stuffed him down our throats like we were going to win a prize if we got it all the way down. It seemed so natural while I was doing it. Jeremy's cock filled my mouth with his cum and it seemed normal."

"Then I sat there and watched him fuck Jasmine. I enjoyed it. I never thought about my promise." Susan exhaled and more tears streamed down her face.

"Joe, are you mad at me? Do you hate me? I'm so messed up." Her face was flushed, and she shifted uneasily on the couch.

"Susan, I'm not mad. You think all of a sudden I'd pass judgment? I don't have any sisters, so I can't say what I might do if I did. My dad doesn't have the temptation of having two hot daughters, either." I wasn't saying I thought it was normal, I just didn't want her to feel bad.

"Would you have sex with your mother?" Susan's question caught me completely off guard, and it showed.

"See, it's not normal. I want to be normal. I want a family like yours . . . but it's too late. You see how I am? I'm messed up like my family. It's incest, Joe!" Susan's sadness and conflict showed on her face like wrinkles on a hundred-year-old lady. She hated what she loved, and I should have hated myself for enjoying my girlfriend’s dysfunctional family the way I had.