Date: Fri, 12 May 2023 22:55:04 +0000 (UTC) From: Jeremy Reynolds Subject: Chapters 11 and 12 of A Shared Heart (Copyright: all rights reserved. This story may be re-published with permission, in the current or in a proofed, edited form approved of by the author.) Hello! Disclaimer: I do *not* at all condone many of the behaviors depicted in this fantasy, seeing as they occur between adults and minors. In real life, someone who does what the adults in this story do are doing something very harmful. At times some of the adults discuss the morality of adult-minor relationships. These are solely the views of the characters themselves and they only serve the purpose of furthering the story along. There is also some material related to pregnancy by way of incest, that I also do not condone. Finally, there is a reference in this story to another of my stories, "A Mother's Infinite Love." The specific reference the character makes is entirely fictional. I do not want to receive any emails with any illegal or morally wrong material. I also do not want anything like dick pics sent to me. Thank you, hope you enjoy! Please email other responses to: jeremyreynolds1234@myyahoo.com. Reminder that Nifty needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories. Please use this link to make a donation: https://donate.nifty.org/) This story features themes of bisexual incest, with depictions of parents and their teenage children engaging in sexual behavior together. There are four main characters in this story: -Evan (13 years old), and his sister, Ashley (12 years old) -Their parents, Paul and Maggie The various chapters are from their various points of view, as indicated in each subtitle. Chapter 11: Paul Oh my god I was horny. Maybe it was because of Maggie and my sexy game of Truth or Dare. I had gotten so turned on but hadn't been able to get any of "it" out, so all day today but especially tonight I had found myself gazing longingly at boys and girls we passed, some younger and some older, some with low cut blouses and cleavage, some with muscular chests and tight asses. I stared for a good while at a little girl of probably 4 or 5 years of age as she pranced around in a little yellow summer dress, her curly red hair swishing around her. Of course, I was also checking out my own children, the pretty little Ashley (oh god, she looked so cute in that halter dress) and the handsome young stripling, Evan. My wife, Maggie, looked amazing as well but the kids were something else today, whew! Evan and I had split from Maggie and Ashley after dinner and we had gone over to the arcade. That was fun, for the most part. Evan happened to be really good at several of the games so he won us lots and lots of tickets we could use to buy ourselves something. I enjoyed watching him as he played, that intense look in his eyes he'd get whenever he was concentrating, the way he'd so modestly downplay his talents, the way he'd kind of bounce around happily whenever he won big. All of it mesmerized me. One game he wasn't too good at, though, was pinball. That happened to be the one thing I was really good at. He was playing there next to me and saying how he wished he were better at it, when I suggested that I teach him a thing or two. I actually had an idea, then, about how I could go about instructing him most effectively and pleasurably. "Okay, so stay there," I told him. "And I'm going to be here behind you and can kind of guide your fingers, okay? There's also something you are supposed to do with your hips, so I can show you that too." We got into position, he in front and me behind him. I spread my legs a little so I was lower and got right up to him so that my chest was against his back and my groin was touching his butt. I placed my hands on his at the sides of the machine and pushed my fingers over his at appropriate times, whenever we needed to hit the balls away at a certain place on the array. I had my chin resting on his shoulder near his neck. "That's all there is to it," I said, after we had played together for a few minutes, with me giving him insights here and there. As we played and as I taught him, I felt my cock slowly rising in my shorts and more so as I felt myself beginning to softly push into him, into his butt. I began to imagine that we were both naked, he and I, and that my cock was sliding against his bare butt, smearing my precum all over him as we swayed together. I kept wanting to turn my head to kiss him on his neck, or to reach all the way around him, clasp him with my arms, and pull him back into me. "I think I'm getting better at this, Dad," Evan said, half-turning to face me. "You're a really good teacher." "Anytime, kiddo," I said. "You are growing so big, by the way. Hard to believe it!" "Thanks, Dad," he said, blushing. "You're getting really handsome too, you know that?" I asked, bringing my hands back to rest them on his hips. "Thanks," he said simply, turning back to play the game again. However, he added a moment later, "I'll be lucky if I look anything like you, Dad." "You think I'm handsome too?" I asked, caressing his waist, my thumbs on his butt cheeks. He half-turned, blushed, and said, "Yeah, you're a stud, Dad." I swear that he was pushing his butt into my penis as we continued to play after that. I slid myself against and around him periodically as I tried to move our hips together whenever he needed to do any leaning with the machine. I asked myself, hardly daring to, whether he was getting "into" this, the closeness, my cock against him ... Surely he knew I was hard, that I was enjoying this, right? I wanted to reach around to touch his front, to see if his penis was also hard, to confirm my suspicions ... I resisted, of course, and once I realized we may be finishing up with this game soon I let go of his hips and backed up a step or two. I took little glances down at myself, at my still somewhat tented shorts and at the damp little spot I had left behind there. I adjusted myself, very carefully so as not to be caught, so that my still semi-hard penis was pointing upwards and tucked behind my belt. I couldn't think of anything to do about the spot. Maybe I could run over to the bathroom and splash some water on myself and pretend I had had an incident at the sink? Yes, actually, that's what I would do! "I'll be right back, Evan. Gotta hit up the bathroom." I did have to go pee. Thankfully my dick had deflated a lot more at this point so I didn't need to keep it tucked up. A couple minutes of washing my hands at the sink, and a few splashes later, and I was out of the bathroom. I saw Evan counting the tickets we had gathered. "Are you all done?" I asked. "Oh, I had a mishap in the bathroom," I added quickly, gesturing toward my groin. He looked down at me, at my crotch, then smiled and said, "It happens." He seemed to know what had actually happened ... Or maybe I was reading too much into it! I glanced down to inspect the front of his shorts but couldn't see anything. "So are you done playing?" I asked. "Yeah, I think so," he answered. "What should we buy?" We went over to the prize stand and took a look. They had a lot of little things, toys and trinkets, candy, and tons of stuffed animals. "Can I buy something for Ashley?" Evan asked. "Sure, of course!" He spoke to the cashier and pointed up at a big stuffed "kiss" emoji, one of the yellow ones you'd find on your phone's keyboard. The cashier took it down and handed it over. We had some leftover tickets so we also bought a pack of Hershey's candy bars. We could share that with Maggie and Ashley. "Well, son, what should we do now?" I asked as we left the arcade and started heading toward the park's center. It was getting darker out, the Sun seemingly about to set. "I texted your mom earlier but I didn't see that it was delivered. Sometimes the signal is bad here, especially if they're still watching the show. I've had a lot of trouble in that part of the park!" "Hmmm, can we go back to the campground?" he suggested. "I'm game. Maybe we can watch a movie or something." "Yeah, something like that," he said, smiling over at me. After we had left the park, he half-turned to me and said, "It's been a while since we had some good alone time, Dad. It feels good." "To me, too," I agreed. "And it seems like we used to be able to tell each other anything," he pointed out. "I want that again, Dad. I miss that ... and I miss you. Hanging out with you alone tonight made me remember a lot of things." A moment later he added, "I remember idolizing you. I thought you were the smartest, toughest, handsomest man in the world ... Truth be told, I still think you're in the running for all those things." He blushed. "That means so much to me, son," I said. "And we can be close again, like we used to be. I miss that too." I reached out and put my arm around his waist and pulled him in close. I looked over at him and asked, "We used to cuddle a lot too. Do you remember?" "Of course," he said. "Maybe ... we can try cuddling again tonight?" He looked forward again as he said it, appearing to be focusing on the path ahead. I couldn't believe what he was saying! I literally had a hard time believing I had heard him right, or that I wasn't hallucinating! As we continued to walk toward the campground, my arm still around his side, I kept repeating, in my mind, what he had just said, as if saying it over and over again would help it to become a reality. Then we got back to the RV. Inside, he sat down on the couch and gently placed the emoji stuffed animal to the side. I went to the fridge and looked in, seeking something to drink. Seemed appropriate for the situation. I could calm my nerves, at least. Maybe he'd want one too? "I think I'm gonna have a beer ..." I said. "Want one?" I and Maggie had already been offering beer to Evan and Ashley for about a year now, Ashley more recently, and they had both partaken gladly and did so more often these days. But there was something they hadn't tried yet ... "Or what about some whisky? I know it's a lot stronger, but I would just be giving you a little bit." "Hmm, ok, Dad." I got the bottle of Jim Beam out from the cabinet under the sink along with a couple of glasses. I put some ice in both of them and poured some out for both of us, much less for him. I also went to the fridge and pulled out a Coke. "You can add some of this if you want," I said as I handed him the glass and the can. I sat down next to him and took a sip of mine. "Whew! That will add hair to your chest! That's the kind of thing my dad used to say a lot." He smiled at me and took a little swig of his own--and abruptly coughed a few times. "Yeah, that's strong, Dad!" "You'll get used to it," I advised. "Take smaller sips." We sat there drinking and talking about whatever and I felt myself getting increasingly buzzed. He, too, started to show some of the signs of mild inebriation: red cheeks, less inhibition, elevated mood, somewhat slurred speech (only with certain words). His body language shifted as well. Whereas before he was still kind of "closed off," despite having "opened up" a lot after we left the arcade, now he had his legs spread wide and he was turned toward me. I thought then that he would make such a cute little drunk. He also began to reach out and touch my leg, just a tap here and there as we talked. Maybe he was wanting to cuddle sooner rather than later ... ? I felt like broaching a topic that had been on my mind recently. "So, Evan. Are you interested in anyone? I mean, like a girl?" He got even redder in the face and averted his eyes, looking so embarrassed all of a sudden. He replied, "Well, yeah, there is someone. It's pretty recent though." Hmm, intriguing! "What's she like?" I asked. "Well, she's a little younger than me, and she has blonde hair and blue eyes--um, kinda like Mom, and Ashley." Sounds cute. "Have you guys kissed yet?" I asked. "Uh, yup, we have, kind of a lot, actually." "Have you had sex yet?" He got really embarrassed then, laughed nervously and said, "No, not really. I mean, maybe ... ?" "What's the furthest you've gone?" I asked. "Well, we, uh, took a shower together once, and I, um, ejaculated between her legs--not inside of her or anything like that." "Wow, that's a big deal!" I commented. We sat there in silence for a little while, sipping and glancing at each other. I thought about what he had said earlier about us getting closer again, and us telling each other anything again ... A question came to my mind, then, which sounded kind of crude as soon as I asked it: "How big is your dick? Like, when it's hard?" Speaking of hard, mine was definitely stiffening up again during our conversation. I was vaguely aware that it would likely cause my shorts to tent, but I guess I didn't care at this point. He might even like seeing me hard ... Again, he looked so embarrassed. He was blushing a lot and kind of half-smiling. I kept taking glances at his groin to monitor any growth developing down there. He answered, "I don't know, maybe 5 inches?" "You've never measured it?" I asked. "Uh, no ..." "Wanna measure it now? I have a ruler over here. We can measure mine too, so I can show you how to do it." After I said all this, I felt instant regret. What was I saying? He wouldn't go for this! But oh, it felt so thrilling to be asking him about this. It was such an indulgence! "Um, wow, Dad," he said, blinking a bit. He bit his lip, looking unsure about how to respond. "Well hey, it's important to know your size. You'll want to warn girls you're with about it so they can get an idea about whether they can tell you can fit in them," I said. I was making all that up, obviously. It may not have been obvious to him, though. Either that, or he'd see right through my façade ... and he'd take me up on the offer! He seemed to be thinking it over a bit more, facing a kind of battle inside, and then he slowly said, "Uh, ok, Dad ... Can we, um, lock that door?" He glanced at the RV's door. I immediately reached over and locked it. "Ok, I'll show you on mine first," I said. I got up and went into the kitchen to our "junk drawer" and pulled out a ruler I kept in there that doubled as a level. I brought it back with me and sat down again on the couch next to my son. "So let's see ..." I unzipped and unbuttoned my shorts, slid my fingers under the waistband of my boxer briefs, and slid everything down almost to my knees. My cock was now on display, at full mast, pointing up at the RV's ceiling. I noticed there was a glistening drop of precum on my tip. I thought that I had a pretty nice cock. It sure was fun to play with it, too. Evan was looking down at it with a kind of wide-eyed fear on his face, mixed in with intense interest. Truth be told, I couldn't confidently tell which emotion was wining out in him ... I was hoping it was the interest. "It's simple. All you do is make sure it's erect all the way, like this, and then you put it next to the ruler, like this, and there you go. I'm at 7.5 something inches." As I explained all this, I held my cock and did all the motions I was describing. I turned to him and said, "You next?" He looked so nervous, and bashful, and I wondered if he would actually do anything. He looked down at his crotch and said, "It's, uh, not all the way hard right now ..." "I can help with that," I quickly said, without thinking. "Go ahead and show me." He unzipped and buttoned his shorts and grabbed the waistband of his underwear, as I had done, and he pushed everything down to about mid thigh. His young cock came into view. It was semi-hard, more hard than not, and was pointing up at an angle. He had some hair but not nearly as much as I had whenever I didn't shave, and his balls were nice and big. "I'm going to help you out," I said again, very softly. I reached down and took the shaft of his cock in my hand and I began rubbing it with my thumb and tugging his skin up just a little bit. At first it looked like he might try to stop me, but he stayed his hand and looked on as I touched him. It was fascinating, seeing him and touching him like this, all while my own penis was still in full view and was still extremely hard. As I touched him, sure enough his cock grew harder and finally I was confident it was fully erect. "Wow, Dad," he gasped. "This is so ... strange ..." "Do you like it?" I asked, looking into his eyes for a moment. He looked over at me, in the eyes, and then glanced down at my cock. A drop of precum was sliding down my shaft over a vein. He looked up at me again and said, "Yeah ... I, uh, like it ..." "Evan, you really are such a good-looking boy," I said. "I love seeing you naked ..." I looked down at his penis and saw a little precum seeping up out of his tip and knew that I could risk taking this a little further. I said, "We can kiss if you want, sweetheart ..." My heart was racing so fast, all of a sudden. I felt like I was with him on some kind of roller coaster that was taking us somewhere fast. He didn't say anything, just kept looking at my face, then he looked down at my cock, then down at his. Finally, I decided just to go for it. I leaned over and kissed him on the lips, a good, long, sensual kiss, one tinged with alcohol. I was about to keep going into some more kissing when he pulled back very abruptly and stood up. I let go of his cock and it bounced back against his stomach. He pulled his briefs and shorts up again and then stood there looking down at me. "I'm sorry, Dad," he said, looking pale. "I ... I can't. I just ... I'm going to go to the bathroom, the one over there." He pointed outside. "No, I'm sorry, Evan," I said, truly feeling regret for what had happened, at how I had gone too fast. I pulled my underwear and shorts back up. "I ... I don't know what got into me. I'm really sorry." "It's ok," he said. "It's ... That was just a lot, all at once. I ... We'll be ok." He left me alone in the RV to think about everything that had just happened. I decided I needed company, that Evan and I both needed it. I shot Maggie a text to let her know we had come back here, hoping she'd reply and say she and Ashley were heading back. Chapter 12: Maggie As we walked up to the RV, we saw Evan sitting outside on a lawn chair looking down at his phone. He looked up at us when he heard us approaching and said, "Oh, hey!" He sat up straight. "What are you doing out here?" I asked. "Where's Dad?" "He's in there," Evan said, pointing behind himself. "I just felt like getting some fresh air." "Okay." I suspected there was more to the story somehow; something had happened while we were away. Of course, something had also happened between Ashley and me ... I was still kind of coming down from whatever "high" I had experienced with her on the Skylift ride. I had enjoyed kissing her, had really enjoyed it, probably enjoyed it too much. I was asking myself what this all meant for our relationships, mine with each of the kids, and really what it meant for the whole family, all these revelations. Everything would be different from here on out. As we came up to Evan, I imagined he and Ashley in that shower she had told me about, naked and caressing each other's bodies, kissing. I also found myself imagining myself with them, their upturned faces gazing up at me as they held me around the waist. "How did your night go?" Evan asked. "It was fun," Ashley answered, and took a look over at me. "Show was good. We went on some rides after and then hit up the Skylift." "Ready to go back inside?" I asked. "I'll be in in a few minutes," Evan replied. "Me too," Ashley said. I left them outside and went into the RV. I found Paul sitting at the dining table looking down into an almost empty glass. Looked like whisky. "You drank a little, huh?" I asked. He answered slowly, haltingly, his voice coming out a little slurred, "Yup ... Gave some to Evan too ..." "Okay... Was that fun?" "Maybe, I don't know," he said. Something was definitely "off" about him right now, both he and our son. "Did something happen, Paul?" I asked and sat down in the seat across from him at the table. "I mean, between you and Evan?" "Well ... I'll tell you another time," he said. "I'm too buzzed right now to speak clearly, or even think." "It's okay. Let me know whenever you're ready." I got up and went to the back to change into my pajamas. I came out again and found Evan and Ashley sitting on the couch together, Ashley smiling down at what looked like a big yellow "kiss" emoji. I was glad to see Evan smiling again, with her. I noticed how shy his smiles and glances had become around his sister. And actually, I wondered if he would begin acting like that around me. We would see. He did look really cute doing it, that's for sure. Paul was standing up and leaning against the kitchen counter, a glass of water in his hand. He still looked pretty intoxicated and kind of down, but better than he had looked a few minutes before. "Hey, sweetie," I said, and came up to give him a hug. I could smell the strong alcohol on his breath as I got in close. He wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my back. "Hey," he said softly. "I'm going to get changed and brush my teeth." He let me go and went on down the hall. "Did you win that?" I asked, pointing at the stuffed animal. I sat down at the dining table but turned toward them. "Yeah, me and Dad did," Evan said. "I got this for Ashley. We also got a bunch of candy bars. Dad put them in the freezer." "Thanks, Evan," Ashley said, smiling at him really sweetly. "That was really thoughtful of you." "It really was," I agreed. We talked for a bit about what games Evan and Paul had played at the arcade, and Ashley and I talked about the show and which songs we had liked best. Paul didn't come back in. I could hear him in the back watching something on the TV. "We should probably get to bed soon, sweethearts," I suggested, standing up. "You can use the bathroom after I brush my teeth. Dad has already gone to bed." I started to step away, but stopped and turned around and held out my arms and said, "Want to do hugs?" One at a time they each joined me in an embrace, first Evan and then Ashley. I held onto both of them for a long time, pulling them in close and allowing each of them to lay their heads on my breasts for a moment. Afterward, I smiled down at them on the couch and said, "I love you. Goodnight." "We love you too, Mom," Ashley said. Evan nodded in agreement. In back, I found Paul had indeed gone to bed. Although the TV was still on, he had clearly fallen asleep. I suspected the alcohol had helped him to nod off. I turned off the TV and got under the covers next to him and turned off the lamp. I lay there for a while trying to sleep, thinking about everything that had happened tonight and wondering about what, if anything, would happen next. Finally I fell asleep. Nothing really remarkable happened that next day, besides a conversation I had with Paul after we got back home that evening. He had been in a better mood in the morning and we had all had breakfast together and then went into the park for about an hour just to hit up some of the rides we'd missed the last two days. After that we came back and had lunch, then packed up everything and drove back down to where we live, about an hour and a half drive away. Of course I continued to ponder what I had been thinking about before, and I also continued to notice that there was definitely a lot of new "chemistry" between Evan and Ashley, and I guess between Ashley and me as well. Between Evan and Paul, too, there was something different. Not as much "chemistry," though there did seem to be some of that there, too. Outwardly they were both behaving pretty normally with each other. There was just a different "quality" about everything now. I knew I had to ask Paul again to tell me what had happened last night. I finally got my chance at home, hours after we had arrived and unpacked and showered up and everything, and had gone back into our bedroom to go to bed. We lay there next to each other, the TV droning softly. I decided I'd bring up what I thought we needed to talk about. I wondered if we would have enough time since we had to get up early tomorrow morning because he had a business trip to Toronto and would be out for three days, and I had to take him to the airport. It was an important enough topic to discuss before he left. "Hey, Paul," I began. "Can you please tell me what happened between you and Evan last night? I really want to know. I know we have to get to sleep soon, but still ..." He sighed heavily, looked into my eyes, looked away, and then back into my eyes again before responding: "I think maybe I had a bit too much to drink, I don't know, but I kind of ... well, we showed each other our penises. I touched his ... and I kissed him, on the lips." He averted his eyes again, looking ashamed. I could barely believe what he was saying. I say "barely" though because hey, I, too, had had an ... interesting encounter with our daughter last night, in which she and I had also kissed. Strange things were happening in our family, that's for sure! "Did he ask to see you, `down there?'" I asked. "Um, no. What happened is that we were drinking and I asked him about whether he had a girl he liked and he said he did and told me about her" (as he said this, I wondered if Evan had been describing Ashley) "and I asked if they'd had sex, and he said they had, and then ... I asked him how big he was, you know, like how long. I told him it was a good thing to know, so he agreed to measure it with me. We measured mine first and his wasn't fully hard yet so ... I said I'd help him out." "And that's when you touched him, and kissed him?" "Yup," he confessed. "He hardened up pretty quickly, and ... he seemed to be into it. I even noticed a little, um, bubble of precum on his tip. I asked him if we could kiss, and he didn't answer--but then I just leaned in and we did it, we kissed. I swear it, too, that he kissed me back. I got the sense that he really liked it. And he kept looking at me, at my penis. In fact, all night he was giving me these looks, and saying things about how he missed how we used to tell each other everything and how we used to cuddle. I thought for sure he was wanting this." "Hmm, ok," I said, unsure how to respond. Should I tell him about last night, now that he had shared something so personal with me, on his side? But I had told Ashley I wouldn't say anything. "Anyway," he continued, "he didn't want to kiss again and he said he felt strange. So I apologized and then he went outside. That was it." "You said he liked it at first?" I asked. I was wondering about that since I knew about Evan and Ashley. Could Evan also be bi, like the rest of us? And had he really been giving his dad "looks" all evening? "I don't know for sure, but yeah, he seemed like he liked everything, at first, but we were drinking and all that, so who knows?" He looked pretty confused about it all, confusion mixed in with embarrassment and shame, in addition to whatever excitement he still had. That came out more when he said, "I know one thing: I really liked it, myself. Kissing him, and touching him ... whew, it was something. I was so turned on, and I get that way again whenever I think about it, or him." He looked up at me and asked, "Is that how you feel about him?" "Yeah, I think so," I answered, still pondering all this all the while. "I do feel that, for sure. For both of them, Ashley too." Did I want to tell him about last night? It hit me just then that I had promised not to tell anyone about Ashley and Evan, not about Ashley and me. I decided that I should tell him, sooner rather than later. It seemed like he had more he wanted to say though, so I just listened. "Am I ... a monster?" he asked, and put his palms up against his cheeks, looking so anguished. I was about to respond when he continued, saying, "I mean, it's one thing to have the thoughts, and urges, maybe, but it's another thing to act on it. I acted on it. And I did it without knowing if I truly had his consent." "Paul, I have something to tell you myself," I started., trying to measure my words carefully. "Last night ... Ashley told me that she has ... feelings for me. She ... likes me. I told her that I liked her too ... And we, um, well, we kissed." He blinked a couple times, seeming not to comprehend at first. "What?" he asked. "Did I hear you just say that you kissed Ashley? Oh my god!" I nodded. "It's true. And ... like you with Evan, I liked it. A lot." He sat up against the headboard. His whole expression changed; no longer did I read shame on his face. Now I read intense interest and even some happiness, with hints of the kind of expression you'd see on someone who just won the lottery. He said, "Wow! Just, just ... wow! I can't believe this! You kissed--kissed!--Ashley? That is, oh boy ... that is so hot!" "Let's be quieter, honey," I urged, since he was speaking much more loudly now. "But anyway, yes, it happened. I told her that I thought we should be careful and ... I guess take things slow, if take things at all. She agreed." "So you might do it again?" he asked, more in a whisper now. "I am not planning anything, if that's what you mean," I answered. I suddenly felt a little ashamed, actually. "I wouldn't want to even, um, think about doing anything more, without first discussing everything with you." He nodded, and said, "Well, you have my full support, if you do have the opportunity again." "I don't know if or when I'll ever have an opportunity again, though," I explained. "Or if it's the right thing to do, acting on my--or our, for that matter--attraction to Evan or Ashley. They're minors, for one, and sex creates such powerful feelings. We'll be risking everything we already have with them if things take a turn for the worst. Aren't you concerned about that?" He nodded again, and said very seriously, "Yes, I am concerned. Which is why I do think we would need to be really careful, to be sure we're only acting on anything if they give us their enthusiastic and ongoing consent, which I believe they're capable of doing." Good to hear that he had also thought these things through a bit. I still felt unsettled though, feeling like we were basically making excuses to harm our children for our own self-benefit. That prompted another question from me: "Paul, why should we act on our feelings anyway? Is it just a sex thing? Can't we do role plays and things like that instead, you and me?" He replied, "Good question. Really good. But let me tell you something. So I have mentioned this before, but you know that erotic stories website I look at sometimes? Nifty? There's a story on there called `A Mother's Infinite Love,' and it's in their lesbian incest section. Anyway, I reached out to the author and found out that it was all totally real, all of it. I know because I did a couple video conferencing sessions with them, with the two women described in the story, and their kids, three girls, two of them twins. The events in the story took place several years ago so they're all adults now, and they felt like telling their story. The two mothers are legally married but they are all in a relationship together. It's hardly believable unless you've actually talked to them as I have. I haven't spoken to them for a while, but I tell you, Maggie, the love they shared with me, the love the women had for their girls, the love the girls had for their mothers and sisters ... that was something I'd never seen before. There was this kind of magical closeness they all had, this kind of extreme bonding together, this deep, deep trust and feeling of safety. I've spoken to a few others, on another site--a father and son pair included--and every time it's the same." He looked so sincere, so convicted about what he was saying, extreme though it seemed to me. He took my hand and continued, "I think we can have that with them, too, or maybe we can, if they want it too. I really think I--we--can love them like that, as they so deserve. I'm not saying we should do anything else. I actually don't think we should do anything again until we are sure we have their total consent. If we never feel we do, we should leave it be. If we do, though ... I, for one, would risk everything to have that intense love, for them and for us." I sighed, thinking it all over. "That was quite a speech, Paul. That's amazing about the women and their girls. I'm happy for them and for whoever else you talked to who have experienced all that. I ... find myself yearning for something like that, too, that closeness. I can't say though that I personally would be able to do anything else sexually, with Ashley or Evan. I mean, even if it seemed like they consented. I don't know though. I just can't know until I'm faced with that decision again. I'll respect your choices though. I really will. So long as I know everyone is being safe and respectful." "Thank you, Maggie," he said. "I am the luckiest man in the world, to have you. I love you and always will, believe me." He leaned over and we kissed, then embraced each other in a long hug. "Ok, goodnight, sweetheart," he said afterward. "I set our alarm for 4:05. That should be early enough!" "Goodnight!" I reached out and turned off the lamp on the bed stand. I lay there for a good while thinking about all of this before falling asleep. I kept asking myself: would--or could--I act on my feelings again, with either of my kids? It felt so simultaneously right and wrong. There was a kind of deep rightness to it somehow, maybe a deep tapping into of that source of "infinite love" Paul had been telling me about. But objectively, and I guess morally, it also felt so ... questionable, at the very least. Yet the taboo of it, the forbidden fruit it presented to me, the lure of being able to defy society and to embrace an older, wiser law ... all that added to my yearning to be with them, to deliciously enjoy a love that transcended all boundaries.