Date: Sat, 13 May 2023 21:21:58 +0000 (UTC) From: Jeremy Reynolds Subject: Chapter 14 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 14: Maggie "Hey Mom," Ashley said as she came into the kitchen. "Good morning." I turned around, putting the sizzling skillet behind me, and looked over at my 12 year old daughter. She looked so sunny and bright this morning, like a sun beam reflecting up off of some dewy blades of summer grass. She wore her pajamas still, a white spaghetti string top and little pink shorts. I found myself glancing down at her breasts thinking about how big they were getting, seemingly every passing day. I wore jeans and a T-shirt. I had changed out of my sleepwear just after 4 this morning since I had to take Paul to the airport for his Canada trip. I did feel pretty tired, but all in all pretty good considering everything. I sipped some coffee. "Hey, sweetie," I said. "Want some sausage and eggs? I've got some sausage on the skillet already." "Sure!" she said happily, and came over to sit at the counter. "Did Daddy make it on time?" "Yes, he did," I answered, turning back toward the skillet. I had a second one ready for the eggs. I began going around the kitchen getting everything ready to cook them. I didn't need to ask what she liked--she was like me and could only go with scrambled. We were so alike in some ways. "How'd you sleep last night?" "I slept good," she answered. Just then her brother came into the kitchen, saying, "Mmm, Mom, it smells really good in here ..." He wore his usual T-shirt and basketball shorts. He came over to Ashley and sat down next to her. "Do we have any orange juice?" he asked. "We do," I said, and brought them the jug with a couple tall glasses. I finished cooking breakfast and brought it over to my kids in large bowls with spoons, and I spread sets of plates and utensils out for them and for me. I sat down to the right of my son, who was between Ashley and me, and we all began eating. All the while we chatted about mostly trivial things like how everyone had slept and what the traffic was like that morning on the drive to the airport. I kept wondering if Ashley had told Evan about us, about the kiss we had shared that night at Garden Park, and how she had told me that she and her brother had begun exploring a sexual relationship together ... Had she also told him that I thought about him, too, in sexual ways? Would we all be able to talk about all this sometime, perhaps while Paul was away? As if reading my mind, Ashley said, "Hey, so Evan and I are wondering if we can do a special dinner tonight, the three of us, since Daddy is away. We might be able to talk and get all caught up on things ... You know, things going on lately." Evan blushed for some reason and looked away from us, out the window into the backyard or something. Ashley looked at me expectantly from the other side of him. "That sounds nice," I replied. "What should I cook?" "How about we order in?" Ashley suggested. "There's that pizza place down the road that just opened up. Looks like they have some really good stuff there." "I second that," Evan said. "Okay, that sounds good," I said. "Maybe we can play some games or something after dinner. Would you guys like that?" "Sure," they both said, though I could tell they weren't sure we would actually be doing that, for whatever reason. It did seem like they wanted to tell me something specific this evening ... I went about my day doing chores, mostly, and working on one of my writing projects. I was a budding essayist and poet and could already boast that I had been published in a major journal. I liked to write about all sorts of things, mostly pop culture or how I liked to call it, the facets of modern life. Evan and Ashley did their own thing, Evan apparently deciding to pass the time with video games and Ashley going out to play Tennis with some friends. She came back hours later looking all sweaty and announced she would be showering up. I showered, too, and blow dried my hair to make sure it wasn't going to be wet for our dinner. The three of us, Evan, Ashley, and I, exchanged texts while I was in the bathroom and they were telling me that they were fine if I wanted to go ahead and order now, so we wouldn't have to wait too long for the pizza to be delivered. They had a couple of specific requests as far as pizza: Hawaiian (with pineapple and Canadian bacon) and pepperoni and sausage with green olives on it. I approved of their choices so I ordered those using an app on my phone. By the time I finished blow drying my hair, I heard a ring at the door. The pizza had arrived! Evan was the one who greeted the delivery boy, a young man of maybe 21 who wore his hair in a Mohawk. Evan brought the pizzas into the dining room where I had laid out some plates, napkins and glasses for us, and he, Ashley and I sat down on either side of the dining table and began eating the pizzas and taking sips of Coke Zero (mine) or Sprite (theirs). At last we had all had our fill, or at least enough of everything to feel satisfied. We came at last to the part of the evening and the dinner that I had been awaiting all day, where it seemed like Ashley and Evan both wanted to do some good "catch-up." "So Mom, Evan and I are wondering if we can talk about something with you, something kind of ... private, I guess," Ashley began. She sat next to her brother and they both sat across from me. Ashley wore cute blue-green overalls with a brown shirt beneath up top, and Evan was dressed in a button up plaid shirt and was wearing brown corduroy pants below. I was wearing a low-cut blouse with jeans. No doubt my neckline was low enough that they could see the tops of my breasts really easily. I had noticed at least Evan glancing at me down there, as we ate. "You can tell me anything, sweethearts," I said, truly meaning it. Ashley looked over at Evan, and Evan over at her. Then he looked over at the wall behind me while his sister met my eyes with hers. I shuddered for a moment, feeling electrified by her gaze all of a sudden. She was so beautiful. "Okay, so, Mom," she started. "I told Evan everything ... about what we talked about on the Skylift, and about how you and me kissed, and all of that ..." My eyes must have widened, but I was for sure raising my eyebrows a little in surprise. I had wondered if this topic would be broached tonight, but I hadn't expected everything to be said so directly, as she was saying it now. She seemed so self-confident, especially compared to her brother. I found that to be a very attractive quality of hers. I did think Evan's shyness was cute though, for him. "Okay, so he knows that ... I know, about you two ...?" I asked, pointing from one of them to the other. "Yes, he does," Ashley confirmed. She looked over at Evan, and then back at me, and said, "And actually, Mom, we, um, are wanting to kind of explore our relationship a bit more ..." She looked back at me and added, "We know the risks, and we're going to be careful." "If that's what you both want to do, I will support you, completely," I told them. I meant what I was saying too. As long as they were both consenting to it, and as long as they were careful and responsible enough about it, I didn't have any problem with them doing whatever they wanted to do together. "Consider wearing a condom, okay?" I added. Evan looked so embarrassed, and so did his sister now, too, actually. They apparently hadn't talked about this at all yet! Good thing they were telling me so that I could provide my motherly advice about sex! By the way, whew ... the idea of the two of them having sex, brother and sister, Evan and Ashley ... that all made me feel really horny. If we kept talking about this, I might be getting a tad wet down there. "We are wanting to take, um, whatever this is between us very slowly, we think" Ashley said. "We know it's weird to be with your sibling like this, but what we are starting to have is really special, to me, at least." She and Evan exchanged a long look, smiling at each other. "Yeah, Mom, I think I'm ... in love with her, with Ashley," he said, swallowing hard, looking from her to me. "I don't know if she's there yet, but I am." He carefully, almost timidly, placed his arm around her back and rubbed her shoulder with his hand in a gentle show of affection. "You're so sweet" Ashley said, smiling shyly over at him and reaching up to caress the back of his hand. She turned back to me and continued, "Anyway, Mom, we both also ... Well, I told you on the ride that night. We are both, me and Evan, very, um, attracted to you, too ... And I, at least, would be open to ... I don't know, doing something special with you too." She looked back at Evan, who was blushing again, his face so red, his eyes darting around the room nervously. She turned back again to me and said, "I can ... even see us all being together, at the same time, maybe. You should, um, read a story that Evan wrote and that I read last night. In the story, all three of us are together, and it's ... really nice." Whoa. Was my daughter asking me if I wanted to have a .... threesome with them, with my own underage children? Did I hear her right? My face must have been showing my disbelief or maybe shock because Ashley went on to say the following: "Mom, that's a lot, and I know Evan probably also thinks this is a lot." Evan did indeed look really uncomfortable talking about this, very anxious, and he kept looking at his sister, seeming to wonder what she would say next! However, he also seemed excited, that's for sure, and there seemed to be a sort of glow coming from his eyes whenever they met either Ashley's or mine ... I found myself feeling bashful at his gaze, more and more as the conversation went on. Ashley said, "I am not saying we should do that. I'm not saying I think we should do anything right now or even ever. I'm just saying that I'm open to it if that happens or something like it. I don't know how Evan feels about all this ..." He finally spoke, his voice sounding dry, "I, um, I'm also open to it, Mom, and Ashley ..." Before I could say anything myself, in response, Ashley went on, saying, "There is something else we wanted to ask you about, Mom. So Evan told me that he likes to, um, cross-dress, basically. I might be saying something wrong, but basically he likes wearing women's clothing, like bras and stuff. He has worn some of my stuff before but he's getting too big for it now, and, um, we were wondering if maybe you could lend him--or us, I mean--some things of yours, since you're bigger than me and we think he'll fit in your stuff. In fact, he was trying to try on some of your things that day you two saw each other naked ... Hope that's okay that I told her, Evan!" She looked at her brother nervously, but he seemed to think she had explained everything alright so far. That came out of left field! It did explain why he and I had caught each other naked the other day, of course ... But did this mean that he was trans? I started to ask, "Evan, are you ...?" He replied before I could finish, saying, "No, I'm not. I'm as cisgender as you can get, Mom. Believe me, I know that I'm a boy, and nothing will change that. I just, I don't know ... I just like the feeling I get sometimes when I put on that stuff. It's kind of ... exciting, I guess. I told Ashley about it and she said she wants to see me all dressed up around her. So that's why we're asking about this." Wow. This was all so ... new and strange, to me, this last part. I had been thinking and talking about incest and adult-minor sexual relations with Paul and of course with Ashley for several days (or weeks, with Paul), but my son wanting to wear my clothes? That was different. Not bad, though, not at all. Just different, and something I'd probably have to adjust to, in addition to having adjust to whatever else was going on. Wow, if Paul could be here now, hearing all this ... "Sweethearts, give me a second to reply ..." I said, feeling out what I was wanting to say, and doing so in as careful a way as I could at the time. "So, first off, I'm totally, fully supportive of you two, so long as you're being safe ... But I don't know yet if I'm ... open to doing anything--again--with either of you, or with both of you ... I won't say I'm closed to it, to that as a possibility ... But anyway, of course you can use some of my clothes, Evan. In fact, I'd like to see how you look too. Maybe me and your sister can help you choose some things? We can ... all get a little dressed up, if you both want! It'd be like 'ladies night' or something. We could always come back here and play some cards or something after that? Hearts again?" As I spoke all this, I grew more excited thinking about it. It sounded really fun, actually, and didn't necessarily even involve anything sexual. I loved dressing up myself. It was great to see that the three of us shared a common interest! "I like the idea," Ashley said. She turned to Evan and asked, "What about you, sweetheart?" He nodded and smiled with an open mouth at us. He said, "I love it. Let's do it." So we were agreed. I asked if they wanted to head up to my bedroom with me right now, to peruse my dressers and closet, and they both enthusiastically agreed. I led them upstairs to my bedroom and began pulling items out to see what they thought. I started with some bras. I handed Ashley some push up bras of various colors, one with little red and white polka dots, another with black lace, a third blue with black straps. I tossed in a couple with pads and one that was strapless. "So, let's um ... How about you try them on?" I asked, biting my lip a little as I tried to think all this through. "I mean, without your shirt on ..." Evan pulled his shirt up over his head to reveal his bare chest. He had a remarkably muscular stomach, for his age, and his pecs were nicely shaped for a bra; they, too, were fairly tight in places. He didn't have any hair yet. "Try this one first," Ashley said, handing him the blue push up bra with black straps. Evan dutifully obeyed, sliding his arms through the straps holes and reaching back to clasp it behind. He dropped arms to his sides and asked, "So what do you think?" Ashley reached out and cupped one of his pecs, and adjusted the padding up front a bit. Since it was a push up bra, it did actually "push up" his "breasts" and brought them together pretty nicely, creating a hint of cleavage, just a hint. "I like it," I said. "So do I," Ashley agreed. "How about we try one some of the others too." He slipped off that bra and tried on the others, one at a time, looking pretty good in all of them in my opinion except for one of the padded ones for some reason. He really looked good in the strapless one. I glanced down a few times at his groin and saw that he had tented in his pants and there was a small, dark dot where precum had started to seep through. He must have been pretty turned on, by the bra-wearing but maybe also because of all the touching and fondling his sister and I were doing. He chose to keep on the black lace push up bra, saying he thought he liked it the best of all those he tried. "Wanna try on some panties now?" I asked. He and his sister exchanged a look, her seeming nervous and she smiling at him sweetly. She said, "I think you should. We can, um, close our eyes or turn around if you want, while you're changing into them." She glanced down at his crotch for a moment. Evan nodded and said, "That works ..." Ashley and I turned around and rummaged through my panties drawer, pulling out some of various colors and cuts, including a thong, just for fun. Behind us, I could hear Evan unzipping his pants and pushing his pants and underwear down to his feet and removing them and putting them to the side. I kept wondering if I could sneak a peek somehow ... Without turning around, Ashley handed him some dark panties, one with black lace that would go well with the bra he had chosen. "Ok, I'm ready," Evan announced. We turned to face him and checked him out. The panties--these the black ones with the lace--fit well on him, overall, except that of course his penis was causing the front to jut out so much that from above we could see where the shaft met the rest of his body. I also could see a few stray hairs poking up above the hem of the underwear. "That looks good on you," I said. "I know you're, um, hard right now, but they should fit you perfectly when you're not." "Can you turn around, to let us see the back?" Ashley asked. Evan complied and showed us his backside. I was right: this pair suited him well. His round, bubbly butt cheeks were so nicely framed by the lace fabric of the panties, shaped so wonderfully overall. Ashley reached out and fondled one of his cheeks, her thumb trailing into the space between, from what I could tell. "It looks good on you, sweetie," she said. "Your butt looks amazing." "Yeah, it does," I said. I hesitated for a moment and then reached out and touched his other butt cheek, feeling it bounce against the touch of my fingers. "You're made for these, Evan." "Thank you," he said, half-turning to smile sweetly at us. "I think so too. I'll keep this pair on." Whew, he looked really good ... I found myself admiring that toned young body of his, framed so sexily by the bra and panties. I felt myself beginning to get a little damp down there in my "lady parts." I wondered if Ashley, too, was getting wet. She looked to be enjoying taking in the sight as much as I was. She kept looking down at his cock, too, sticking out so conspicuously from the front of the panties. "Can we try on some other stuff, Mom?" Ashley asked, pulling me from my trance. "Like some dresses and skirts and things like that? What do you think would look good on him?" I thought for a moment and decided to compile a number of distinct "outfits" for him to try on. I selected a few dresses, and then went through and found some skirt and top combos he could try. I laid them all out on the bed for Evan and Ashley. "I'll try this one on first," Evan said, pointing down at a gray ruffle hem cami dress. Ashley and I watched as Evan slipped it down over his head and covered the black underwear. It fit him pretty well, for the most part! It came down to about mid-thigh and, as soon as Ashley helped him adjust the area around his bust, the strappy top part of the dress accentuated his features pretty nicely. It was so ... interesting, seeing him in the dress. I liked it, but it was so new, all of this. "I like it," Ashley said, touching the ruffle hem, her fingers sliding over it to his thigh. "You're cute." "I agree," I said. "You look really pretty, Evan." He blushed and turned a couple times to show us all its sides. His butt looked especially good. He tried on a few other dresses and combos of skirts and tops, looking good in most of them. Finally, he decided: "I'm going to go with the first one. I like a lot of them but that one was so comfortable." Ashley and I waited for him to put it back on, and, again, Ashley helped him adjust it up top so it fit a bit more perfectly on him. She and I looked at him as he rocked and moved around, his eyes batting at us shyly, his cheeks red from his blushing and smiling. He looked so ... happy, so comfortable, so ... I don't know, joyful. All the while as he had tried on the dresses, and even now, his penis continued to jut out so obviously. Some of the dresses and skirts made it easier for him to "hide it," but not this one. He was pressing outward so prominently above the ruffle hem. My pussy had grown substantially wetter as we went, as I and his sister checked him out. "How about we put on something too?" Ashley asked, glancing over at me. "Do you have anything you think would fit me well?" "Hmm, yes, I think so," I said, my mind searching for something specific. "I have something that would probably work perfectly!" "Great!" Ashley said. She turned to her brother and asked, "Hey, could you possibly step outside for a few minutes, while Mom and I change?" Evan simply nodded and left the room, smiling as he went. He shut the door behind himself. Ashley and I went to the back closet and I rifled through some of my other dresses. I found it, what I thought she could pull off: a white backless skater dress Paul had bought me years before but which I never wore since it was a little small on me. For myself, I chose a pink summer dress with a plunging frilly neckline and off-shoulder sleeves. "What do you think?" I asked Ashley, holding the little white dress up against her. "I think it will look great!" she said, looking excited to try it on. "What do you want to wear?" I placed mine in front of me and made a "voila" gesture with my arms. "Very nice," she said. "You'll look amazing in that." There was an awkward moment of silence between us then. She and I looked at each other, she looking nervous and anxious though she was trying to maintain an easy smile. I realized what was going on and spoke up: "Can we both change in here? It's fine with me, if it is with you, too, sweetheart." "Yeah, sure, Mom," she said. I watched for a moment as she unbuttoned her overalls where their straps met the rest of the material, one strap at a time. She pushed everything down to her waist, so that only the tan shirt she had underneath covered her chest. She smiled up at me shyly and pushed the overalls the rest of the way down so that she was standing there in that little shirt and in some blue panties below. As she did all this, I slowly began removing my own clothes, starting with my jeans. Now I, too, stood there in panties, but with my blouse above. Ashley pulled her shirt up from the bottom until she had it over her head. She tossed it to the floor, revealing a burgundy-colored padded bra covering her increasingly large, young breasts. I followed suit, pulling my blouse up and away from myself in one motion, letting it drop to the floor by my feet. I was wearing a tan, strapless push up bra. "Hey ..." Ashley said, her eyes traveling down from my eyes to my lips, my neck, and then down to my breasts. Her eyes traveled back up again though pretty quickly, and they looked like they were almost glowing in the dim light of the closet. "Hey," I said back. I, too, gave her a good look, up and down, and brought my eyes back again to hers. We both stepped toward each other, very slowly, and when we met in the middle I placed my hands down onto her hips and spread my legs so that we were almost at a level, height-wise. She put her hands up onto my shoulders. We leaned in toward each other until our breasts not only touched but were pressed and squeezed against each other with only the fabric of our bras between. It felt like two sets of full, soft water jugs were pushing up against each other. I swear I could also feel her nipples against mine. Mine were definitely hardening now, while she and I maintained our embrace. Ashley looked up into my eyes, then down at my lips, then back up into my eyes. I, meanwhile, looked down below her face, upon the sight of her beautiful little boobs against mine, feeling mesmerized by the sight of them mashed together like that. I finally broke my gaze and again locked eyes with her. I felt a kind of magnetic force pulling my lips down to hers. They met, soft on soft, in a firm but gentle embrace. We were sharing a romantic, sensual, meaningful kiss, as we had done already a few nights before on the ride at Garden Park. This time, however, the one kiss turned into two, and two into three, and so on. Our lips collided affectionately as we kissed, at times it seeming to be a kind of mutual caress, at other times a massage. These kisses were also very wet, much wetter than the other had been. I felt her tongue dart into my mouth at one point, and I slid mine into her own mouth in return a moment later. I wanted to go on but I remembered that my son, her brother, was waiting for us outside my room. I pulled my lips away from hers, the sound of soft smacking in the air around us, and looked down into her big, blue eyes, such pretty eyes. She licked her lips and said, "Mom, I really enjoyed that ... I love you." "I love you too, sweetheart," I said. "We should, um, get dressed. Evan's waiting." She nodded and left my embrace, causing our breasts to gently fall back into their former places, snug in our bras. She began putting on the little white dress as I put on my summery, pink one. All the while we glanced at each other, occasionally smiling. Her cheeks were red. "Evan looks good, doesn't he?" Ashley asked. "Yeah, he really does," I agreed. I then asked, "Are you wet, too?" Ashley laughed a little and nodded, saying, "Yup. Oh yeah. You?" "Oh my god, I'm soaked!" I said. "I got wet as we dressed Evan. And wetter again back here with you ..." "Same," she said. We presented ourselves to each other in our dresses, both of us giving and receiving compliments. She looked really cute in her dress. I was so glad it fit her and fit her so nicely! I would definitely be letting her keep it. It was low cut on her, in an almost a "V" shape, and her breasts came together nicely in the middle. The hem came far up her thigh, showing off her gorgeous legs. "Whew, you're sexy," she told me, her hand on her hip and her lips spread in a smile. We both headed over to the bathroom and looked at ourselves in the mirror, and yes, I did look pretty sexy if I may say so. The off-shoulder sleeves were a nice touch, and, like Ashley's, it too was low cut and, partly thanks to the push up bra I wore, my own breasts met together to create some amazing cleavage. Below, my legs shone nicely as well. Evan would be blown away! "You ready to show him?" I asked. We were still standing in front of the mirror, looking at each other and at our own reflections. I noticed then how alike we looked in so many ways ... Both blonde, busty (for her age), shapely, with classic hourglass features and plump behinds. We also shared those large, pretty blue eyes. "Yeah," Ashley said, in response to my question. Yet she reached over and took my hand in hers and brought it up to kiss the back of it. She looked at me through my reflection and said, "You are so beautiful, Mom." "Thank you," I said. "So are you." "I just want you to know, Mom ... that although I really enjoy being with Evan, and I do love him deeply, more and more, I, um, also feel something special for you," she said, caressing my hand with her fingers, our eyes locked. "I think I've always been kind of in love with you, since I was a kid." I felt so much love for her then. Memories of times with her floated through my mind: trips we'd taken together, practices of hers I'd played piano for, her giggles as a cute little baby who I used to cuddle with and feed, the baths I'd given her ... Maybe I always loved her too, come to think of it. There was something motherly there, of course, but maybe "something else." "Ashley, you're so beautiful to me, inside and out, and ... you'll always be special to me too, my baby girl." I turned to her and she to me and I held her again at the waist. I looked down into her face again, saw so much love there, and I leaned down and kissed her very softly and fairly quickly compared to our previous kisses. This one was especially meaningful though, to me at least. We went back into the bedroom and opened the door but didn't find Evan. We went down the hall to his room and found him inside half-laying on his bed, still looking so lovely in that little gray dress. He was reading through one of his notebooks, one of those I had told Mom about. He looked up at us when we came in and smiled and said, "Wow, you both look great." "Thanks," Ashley said, swishing her dress a little. "You still look so good, too, Evan," I said. I saw that he still had the large bump at his groin, his penis poking up against the skirt of the dress. A quarter sized, dark spot had developed now, his precum. He must be so horny ... Seeing all this made me hornier too. "We should put make-up on!" Ashley said, looking from Evan to me. "Have you ever done that, Evan?" I asked. "No, but, um, I'd love to," he said shyly. We all went back into my and Paul's bathroom and I broke out the make-up boxes I had, several of them. Ashley helped Evan choose some foundation, mascara, eyeliner and blush, along with lipstick, and she chose some items for herself. I did the same and began working on my face while Ashley applied everything to her brother and explained what she was doing throughout, as if she were trying to teach him, a boy, a thing or two--and she was! He seemed to be eating it up! Finally, the three of us were all made-up tastefully. Evan wore a bit more blush and his lips were red, while Ashley's eyes looked darker and she wore pink, sparkly lip gloss. I also darkened up my eyes a bit, the mascara especially really bringing out my blue eyes and long lashes, and I wore the darkest red lipstick I owned. It really made my lips pop! "We're hot," I said, as we all looked ourselves and each other over in the mirror. "I agree," Ashley said. She put her arm around her brother's waist and pulled him in for a side hug. She pulled me in next, so that she was sandwiched between the two of us. "So, want to play hearts or something?" I asked. "Yes, please!" Ashley said, practically yelling. We all went down to the dining room where we sat, me across from the two of them, and I dealt the cards. We played, talking and laughing all the while. I had gone into the kitchen early on and had chosen a chilled white wine and had poured some for myself. I sipped at it and enjoyed that warmth in my stomach and the buzz in my head. They both drank some of the Sprite that was left over from dinner. Ashley won the first game and Evan the second. I was in the lead now, as we played the third game. I noticed that Evan's hand had found its way onto his sister's thigh. Seeing that definitely drove up my horniness. I didn't know how much longer I could last, sitting here giggling with them flirtatiously while they got to feel each other up across from me. Finally I threw down my cards and asked, "Anyone else tired of this game? Want to sit on the couch together?" Ashley and Evan both nodded and threw their cards down too. The three of us got up and made our way, glasses in hand, to the couch in the TV room. "Evan, you sit in the middle," I instructed, pointing the way. He obeyed, sitting up mostly straight as one normally would. The hem of his dress rode up a lot. Mmm, he had nice legs for a boy. Ashley and I sat on either side of him and we sat at angles so that we were both able to face him. Ashley had her knees bent, her calves resting on the couch. Of course, our dresses also all rode up a lot. I think Evan noticed, since he looked down at my legs and then down at his sister's (more sneakily with her!). I put my glass down on the side table so that all of our hands were free. "So, Evan, you've fantasized about us, huh?" I asked, gazing down at him and smiling mischievously. He blushed and said, "Um, yeah, I have." "Tell me about one of them," I asked. "Tell us, I mean." I glanced over at Ashley who looked almost as intoxicated as I was, though hers wasn't partly the result of having drank wine. "Okay ..." he began, looking from one of us to the other. "In one of them, with both of you in it, we're all three of us at the lake, Redwood Lake, in a boat we've rented. We, um, decide to go skinny dipping, since we forgot to do the laundry. We all get naked and swim for a bit, and then decide to just lay out and kind of relax, still naked. You, Mom, put sunscreen on Ashley's body, all over, front and back, while she's still naked, and she does the same to you. Then both of you do it to me, all over myself ... One thing leads to another and then we're all, um, kissing and making out, I guess, naked. After that we have sex." Mmm, that sounded fun .... He really had quite the imagination on him. I wonder what else he has on him, what that cock of his would feel like in my hand or in my mouth ... "That's so sexy," Ashley said. She had placed her hand again on his thigh and had begun sliding it up to and then under the hem of his dress. "You are so smart, sweetie pie ... Isn't he, Mom?" "Yeah he is," I said. I began tracing the straps of his dress up top and sliding my finger beneath the one on my side. "Tell us about the sex scenes," I requested next. "In detail." He swallowed hard, looking from Ashley to me, and then said, his voice sounding really dry, "Well, you are both holding my, um, penis, putting sunscreen on it, and then you, Mom, begin to, um, kind of rub herself against it, like, with your, uh, breasts. You then take my, uh, dick and you put it between your breasts and you begin squeezing them together with me in the middle. Ashley though, sits on top of me since I'm laying down, and she brings her breasts down over my face and I began sucking on her nipples. In this one, I, uh, reach an orgasm and spray both of you with my stuff ..." "That's so ... erotic," I said. I slid first one and then the other of his straps down away from his shoulder, so that it looked like he was wearing a sleeveless dress. Ashley, meanwhile, had pushed up the hem of his dress so far that I could see the bottom of his black panties, where his balls must be. "Evan," I said now. "Baby, you're so hard right now ... What do you like about all this?" "Um, well, being in the ... in your clothes like this makes me feel really good," he explained. "But also, um, you both are really beautiful ... especially right now." "Thanks," I said, sliding my fingers along the bottom of the neck of his dress, grazing the top of his black bra. "Do you want to touch my boobs, sweetheart?" I asked. His eyes grew wide and he swallowed again, and said, even more drily than before, practically stammering, "Uh, yeah, um, I do, Mom ..." "Call me Mommy," I said. "Both of you." I looked up at Ashley and she nodded. Below, she was now sliding her hand so far up the bottom of his dress that she surely must be touching him now. I could see the wet bump moving around a bit, up and down, according to the motions of her hand. "Okay, Mommy," Evan said. "Can I ... ?" He brought his hand out and touched the bottom of my cleavage line and pushed his finger up along the crack. He brought that and the rest of his fingers down over the middle of one of my breasts, from the top to the part where my neckline ended. He pushed in a little, seeming to be fascinated by the soft billowy plumpness he could feel there. "They're, uh, so nice, Mommy." I brought my hands up to my off-shoulder sleeves and pushed them down my arm. As I did so, the bottom of the neckline on the dress went down also until my tan push up bra was revealed. I slid my hands behind my back and unclasped the bra and allowed my breasts to fall freely upon my chest above the scrunched-up neckline of the dress. I was bare now, showing my son (and daughter, of course!) the tits from which they had both fed not too long ago. I looked up at Evan and then at his sister and saw that they were both looking down at me, their mouths half-open. I swear I saw some drool on the bottom of Evan's red lips. He reached out and lightly touched one of my nipples, the one closer to him. He pressed it along its side a little, seeming to enjoy feeling the slight resistance. I could feel myself, my nipples, hardening against his touch. This continued when he swirled his fingers around them, on the surface of my big areolas. "You used to suck on these, baby," I said. I reached my arm out and placed my hand on his shoulder and caressed him. "Maybe, if you're good, you can suck on them again ... Would you like that, baby?" He looked up at me and nodded, saying, "Yes, Mommy. I'd like that a lot." As he touched me, my daughter pushed the bottom of his dress up all the way, up and over his cock, so that we could see it jutting out there in the front of the black lace panties, straining against the fabric. Ashley slowly pulled the panties down so that his cock came into view, springing back. I had seen it before, a few weeks ago, but it looked truly magnificent up close. It was nowhere near as large as Paul's but it was still pretty big for his young age, maybe 6 inches long and a couple wide. It was hairy in a few places, as one would expect on a pubescent boy's cock. His balls were big and heavy-looking where they rested on the couch below. The head of his cock almost looked like it was pulsing, like it might burst any minute. There were globs of precum glistening at its tip, drips of it sliding down his glands. "Mommy likes looking at your cock, son," I said. "So does sister," Ashley said. She reached out and took it in her little hand around the middle of the shaft and rubbed it with her thumb. Ashley looked up at me and said, "Mommy, I drank brother's cum last night, after I sucked on his big cock." "You're being a good sister," I said. As Ashley rubbed him and as she and I exchanged our dialogue, Evan began to touch and fondle my boobs with more of his hand. He cupped me from the bottom at one point, my nipples against his palm, and squeezed me. As he did so, I felt a burst of pleasure in my soaking pussy. He did it again and it had the same effect a second time. He brought his other hand up and began to touch and caress both of my tits, occasionally pushing or pulling at my nipples. I couldn't resist anymore: I slid my hand down the length of my dress and up under the bottom until I could cup my crotch. I slid my panties to the side and brought one of my fingers down into my slick pussy until it rested against the side of my clit. As Evan continued to touch me, and as I continued to watch his sister touching him, I began to push against myself with slightly more pressure and in more rhythmic movements. Ashley looked over at me and saw what I was doing. Inspired, she mimicked me, slipping her own fingers beneath her dress to her young little pussy. I wondered, then, if she touched herself frequently. And had she ever touched herself thinking of me? If not, she would soon, if I had anything to do about it! I also wondered what hers looked like, how much fuzz might have developed and how moist and juicy it would be against and around my fingers, or maybe my tongue ... As she touched herself, she began sliding her hand up and down the length of Evan's cock, down to the balls, where she would press lightly, and up again to his glans where her hand would no doubt get freshly moistened by his precum. After just a few minutes of this, all three of us were moaning. I looked over and saw that Evan's eyes were closed and his mouth was open in an "O." Ashley had her eyes open but she was biting her lip and had her eyes locked intently on her brother's cock. She began to stroke him more quickly, her hand slipping and sliding upon him, lubricated with his precum, his skin moving up and down against her grasp. Speaking of, Evan began to grasp my breasts, squeezing them more and more firmly together. This all elicited even more moaning from me as I felt myself approaching an orgasm. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Evan exclaimed suddenly. Ashley and I watched as strings of his cum shot up from the top of his pulsating cock. They flew up above him and some of it landed on his chest and stomach and some of it made its way to his sister. One of those strings struck her neck just above her breasts where it would no doubt drip its way down into her cleavage. The sight of all this was enough to put me over the top also. I moaned one last, long moan, my body convulsing all over as pleasure coursed through me. On the other side of my son, Ashley also moaned, less loudly but powerfully all the same. She, too, had climaxed. Up until just that moment she had continued to stroke her brother, up and down, her hand even wetter now since she was now lubricating him with globs of the cum he had shot off. We all slowly came down from our orgasms, settling back down into the couch. We did not pull apart from each other, however. Instead, Evan came in to embrace me, his face resting against my breasts while with his hands he held my waist. Ashley embraced him from behind, her arms wrapping all the way around to his chest while she rested her heaving breasts against his back. I held Evan around the waist. I began to collect my wits again several minutes later, my mind clearing up from the orgasmic high. I looked down at the scene, at the red, exhausted, made-up faces breathing more softly as time passed, at their disheveled dresses, at the cum spots on their fabrics and at the drop of Evan's semen on Ashley's chin ... I looked down at all this and felt so happy all of a sudden. Joyful, actually. I had no idea where, if anywhere, all of this would be going from here, but in any case in this moment I was so, so satisfied. I hoped they were too.