Date: Thu, 18 May 2023 15:53:03 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jeremy Reynolds <jeremyreynolds1234@myyahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 17 of A Shared Heart

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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.

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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 17: Maggie


We lay there in the tub, she with her back against my front, my hands
holding her on her sides with my fingers grazing the side of her
breasts. Her hands were resting on my thighs, on either side of her. She
was leaning back all the way so that her head was almost aligned with mine,
our faces able to turn one toward the other whenever we wanted to get a
little kiss in. My breasts were squeezed up against her back, my nipples
poking into her delicate, just-massaged skin.

"Mommy, this is so nice," Ashley said, half-turning her head so she could
look into my eyes. "I could lay here with you all night, just like this."

"Me too, sweetheart," I said, and came in to kiss her on the lips.

We had some music playing, some smooth instrumental jazz, smoother than
that we had listened to earlier at dinner. The bathroom was dimly lit, only
candles giving us any light at the moment. The room was full of steam from
the hot water, into which we had poured some bubbles solution. The water
around our forms was white and foamy. On a little table next to the tub, we
had both placed our champagne glasses and some water.

"That felt so good, too, Mommy, the massages," she said.

It really had felt so good. I remembered some parts of it now, re-imagining
the erotic scene. We had gone into her room after splitting from Evan and
Paul and had sat down on the bed and made out for a handful of minutes,
sharing intense French-kisses and touching each other's body's all over. We
had decided to undress each other again, as we had before, so one at a time
we did so, pulling dresses off of each other's heads, sliding panties down,
unclasping bras. She had wanted to fondle my breasts for a moment, while I
had stood there patting her back and telling her how good a little girl she
was being (that got a little giggle out of her, after which we shared a
light kiss).

She had asked to be massaged first, so had gotten down on her back onto the
towels covering her bed. I had poured some of the oil out over her and
massaged her body from top to bottom. At her breasts, I took special care
to massage her around her nipples, and she had begun moaning and at one
point had begged me for a kiss (a request I happily complied with). When I
got down to her pelvis, I slid my fingers around her inner thighs and then
brought them up to touch her labia, which I gently massaged the best I
could.

Massaging her butt sure was fun. I had bent over it, after my initial
caresses and squeezes, and had rested my tits upon her butt and had spread
the oil with them all around the lovely white, round pillows. She had
really seemed to like it when I slid my nipples up and down her butt crack,
especially since that made them so hard!

She had massaged me next, starting with my back. Before putting any oil on
me, she had leaned over me and kissed each of my butt cheeks a few times
and then I had felt her tongue sliding up and over them, very slowly. She
had then applied the oil and proceeded to caress and massage me all over
both my butt and then my back and legs, and the back of my arms. I flipped
over and she did the same to my front, paying a ton of attention to my
tits, which she rolled around in her hands, squeezed together, grasped,
played with, pulled and tugged at (with my nipples). I had felt myself
possibly approaching an orgasm, especially when she slid her hands down to
my vagina, which I had shaved (as had she, with hers!), and as she slid her
fingers around and inside of me, her thumb grazing my anus behind once or
twice.

I didn't end up cumming, but that was okay. She and I had sat and made-out
again, slick with the oil, for several minutes before deciding to first
shower off, then to take a bath together. I had texted Paul to tell him our
plan and he had told us we were good to use the bathroom and even the
bedroom for the night. So generous! Ashley and I had then gone into the
shower and had rinsed ourselves off, after which I filled the tub, poured
in the bubbles, and we had sat down, caressing each other, which we
continued to do now.

"Mommy, can I ask you something?" Ashley asked, pulling me out of my
thoughts.

"Sure, sweetheart," I said, kissing her on the ear. "Anything."

"Thank you," she said, before continuing: "Mommy, how do you be someone's
girlfriend?"

That was an interesting question. I replied, "Well, you just have to ... be
loving toward them, and you have to try to care for them well. That's
pretty much it. Why are you asking?"

She looked shy all of a sudden, something unusual for her since she mostly
gave an impression of confidence. She said, "Well, because the other day
Evan asked me to be his, and I'm not sure what that means. I know kind of
what it means, but ... is there something special I should be doing for
him? Like something a girlfriend should do?"

"Do you want to be his girlfriend?" I asked, feeling just a little tinge of
jealousy then. Not much! Just faintly feeling it then, and only for a few
moments.

"Yes, I think I do," Ashley answered. She half-turned her head and looked
up at me, and added, "But I also want to be ... your girlfriend, Mommy, if
you want that too."

I kissed her on the lips again and moved my arms so that I could fold them
around her chest beneath her breasts. I pulled her in for a hug, kissed her
again, and said, "You can be both our girlfriends, if you want."

"I do," she said. "I love him. I love you, too. But how do I be a
girlfriend to both?"

"You don't have to do anything, cutie pie," I said, loving how sweet and
cute she was being right now. "Well, all you have to do is try to love us,
Evan and me, the best you can. That's all it requires."

We lay again for a while, I caressing her stomach, the sides of her
breasts, her arms, enjoying feeling every inch of her skin.

"He was asking me about marriage, Mom," Ashley said then, breaking the
silence. "He said he wants to marry me someday ... and start our own
family."

Wow, they were moving fast ... I admit that did concern me a bit, so I
thought I should say something:

"Ashley, I know your feelings towards each other are very strong," I
began. "And that's okay, sweetie. I would just advise you both to be very
careful, too. I mean, you don't want to rush into things like that, if you
can help it."

"He does seem to want to rush sometimes," Ashley observed. "I know it's
because he's so in love with me, and he just ... knows what he wants, I
think. Or at least he did know what he wanted ... Now, though, things could
be different, with you and Daddy and all that ... Will he want to be
Daddy's boyfriend, too? Or yours?"

This was definitely all pretty confusing, but to me it didn't seem to
matter as much, or shouldn't matter yet, at least. We were all still
exploring all these facets of our new relationships with one
another. Whatever happened, happened. We could enjoy the process though, in
the meantime.

I was about to share my view with her when she said, "I think he wants
... me to have a baby with him, Mom. Is that ... possible?"

I had suspected this would come up. I had advised them before to use a
condom, partly to prevent a pregnancy, or mostly for that reason. Yet
... Paul had done his research and he said that the chances of a baby born
to siblings having any birth defects was only slightly higher, and that
much of the cultural understanding about this was misguided, as it was
about so many other things.

"Well, sweetheart," I began my reply. "That's a decision you and Evan will
have to make on your own someday. There are risks involved, as with
anything, so you'll want to be well-informed. I'd say in the meantime just
be careful."

"Okay ... Do you think I'd make a good Mom?"

"Of course you would, sweetheart!" I said, chuckling and hugging her closer
to me.

"Is it easy to be a mom?" she asked seriously.

"Umm, sometimes," I answered. "Sometimes it's not easy. But it's always
worth it. It's been worth it to me because I have you, sweetie, and Evan. I
would do or give anything in the world to have you in my life. I have loved
you both so much, since I first laid my eyes on each of you."

She and I kissed for a little while, our tongues sliding up against each
other, our lips pushing and sliding passionately between us. Below, I was
holding her breasts, one in each hand, and was beginning to pull at and
gently pinch and squeeze each of her nipples.

We went back to sitting there again for another little while, and then she
asked, "Mommy, can you show me how to please a woman?"

I thought she'd never ask ... Just kidding!

"I can definitely show you, honey," I answered. "I'll show you a few
different things. You ready to get out?"

She nodded and then reached down to pull the plug up at the bottom of the
tub. The water slowly began draining. In the meantime, we both got up and I
turned on the shower, just for a few moments so that we could rinse off the
bubbles. That done, we dried ourselves with our towels, wrapped them around
our torsos, and went out into the bedroom. We decided to allow ourselves a
few extra minutes to dry, so we lay there against the pillows, our towels
still around us, side by side, while I flipped through the channels on the
TV on the wall until we found something suitable, a romantic comedy playing
on TNT that night.

A few minutes later I was getting up and rummaging through some of my
drawers, pulling a few things out to prepare us for what would happen
next. I placed those things on the side table and went back to watching the
movie with Ashley. She and I smiled over at each other and made little
comments from time to time. She was so pretty, in the light from the TV and
from one of the lamps beside the bed on her side.

"Okay, are you ready for me to show you some things?" I asked. She nodded,
so I reached over to turn on the other lamp, the one on my side, and I took
the things I had put on that table and laid them out for her on the bed. I
pointed at them in turn and explained, "So here are just a few things
.... First, this little purple thing over here is called a 'vibrator.' It
vibrates when you touch a button--see?" (I showed her.) "What you do is you
put it down where your vagina is, you find your clit--you said you know
what that is, right?" (She nodded.) "Good. So you put it kind of against
your clit, or clitoris, and it vibrates and makes you feel really, really
good. You can enhance the effect by making these little circles around your
clit."

"That's cool," she remarked. I almost laughed at how nonchalant she was
being right now, as if she were trying to make it seem like she knew what
this was all about already. How cute.

"Okay, now this thing right here," I said, touching the thing. "This thing
is called a dildo. You see how it's long and kind of rubbery? What you do
is take some of this stuff we call lube--see this little bottle?--and you
get it all wet with it, and yourself too, if needed, and then you slide
this up into your vagina. It's supposed to be kind of like when a man's
penis is inside of you, but you don't need the man to use this!" I
chuckled. "Oh, and this thing over here, it's pretty much a dildo but it
has this little vibrator thing on it, so you can actually have this part
inside of you while the other part is up against your clit. That's my
favorite toy."

"These are toys?" Ashley asked, blinking confusedly.

"Yeah, of course these are toys!" I said, feeling amused. "You don't have
to be a kid to play with toys. And sex is all about having fun, and toys
help with that. It's like you're a kid again when you're having sex, but
more interesting."

"That is interesting," Ashley said, seeming to be deep in thought all of a
sudden. "Do you want to use one with me, Mommy?"

"Yeah, let's go ahead and try this one first," I said, grabbing the
vibrator. "How about ... I lay back against the pillows, over here, and you
sit in front of me between my legs. And you can put the vibrator on your
finger, and I'll kind of guide you as you try to use it on yourself. That
work?"

She nodded and asked, "Should we take off our towels ...?"

"Oh, definitely," I said, chuckling and winking at her. She was so cute!

She and I both knelt on the bed in front of each other and, at the same
time, we each removed the towel around ourselves and tossed it from the bed
onto the floor. We were naked again, and both of were staring openly at
each other's bodies. I scooted forward, slid my arms behind her waist to
hold onto her butt, and pulled her into me, her hands coming up to hold the
outside of my arms. Our lips met in another long series of make-out kisses
while our breasts mashed together between us, our nipples sliding against
each other. She slid her hands down my butt after a minute, so we were both
kissing and touching and squeezing each other's butts all at once. I felt
myself growing ever wetter and I suspected the same was the case for her.

We got into position, with me laying against the pillows and her sitting in
front of me between my legs, her back to my front. I helped her get the
vibrator onto one of the fingers of her right hand, and I held onto her and
guided her down to her vagina. She and I slid the vibrator around a bit
between her labia, which were, indeed, extremely moist, until I could tell
that we were touching her clit. She confirmed as much when she let out a
low moan.

I pressed the button on the vibrator and the thing came to life on her
finger. I continued to hold her there, guiding her back to her clit
whenever her finger would stray. After a few minutes of this, I began to
move her finger around in very small, steady circles.

"That feels really good, Mommy," she said, practically gasping. "Ohhhh
... Ohhhh ... Mommy ...."

"Can you do it yourself for a minute, just like we have been doing it
already?" I asked, with a kiss on her ear.

She nodded, so I released her finger, pulling my hand away from hers,
allowing her to use the vibrator on her own. She seemed to be really
getting the hang of it! She had no idea how this would change her life! I
decided to enhance her experience by reaching around to play with her tits
again. I lifted them and squeezed them together, and pushed into her
nipples with my thumbs, or used my thumbs or another finger to poke and
pull at them, more so as we went.

"Ohhhh ...." she moaned, her hips beginning to gyrate. "Mommy ... Ohhhh
... Keep touching me ... Keep touching my tits, Mommy ..."

Her moans became increasingly loud and drawn out, and were even becoming
desperate sounding, as if she were in agony. I knew that agony well, the
precursor to a world-shattering climax!

Sure enough, it came--or she did, rather. Her whole body convulsed and
shook against mine, and she practically let out a yell. She moved the
vibrator away from her pussy and half-turned so that she could face me. We
met in an embrace and shared intense kisses, probably some of the most
intense we'd ever experienced together. I felt almost like I was drinking
her saliva, at times, and I was sure that some of mine was probably
dripping from her chin.

Ashley calmed down a few minutes later, her eyes closed as she gave me
little kisses on my neck as she held and fondled my breasts with her right
hand. I, meanwhile, had reached down her back and was caressing her butt.

"Mommy, that was ... so incredible!" she exclaimed, meeting me for another
set of little kisses on my lips. "I love you so much, Mommy. So much!"

We made out a little more before she looked at me and asked, "Can we do
you, now?"

I smiled down at her and said, "How about we try the dildo out? Do you want
to sit behind me, this time, and you can help me with it?"

She agreed heartily, so we switched positions so that she was lying propped
up against the pillows and I was in her arms, my back to her front. She
looked down at my body, reached out and held the bottoms of my breasts in
her little hands, and said, "I like this view, Mommy. Your boobs are so
big, and nice, and fun." She moved them around in every direction and
pushed them together a few times.

I leaned over and grabbed the dildo and the lube. I explained, "Okay, so
see how I'm rubbing this stuff all over it, like this? That's to make it
easier for it to go inside me. I won't put any down there though since I'm
already wetter than wet--thanks to my little baby girl, cutie pie." She
leaned in and kissed me on the cheek when I said that. I continued,
"Anyway, do you want to help me hold it for a second?" She reached out and
held a part of the big, silicon dildo, my hand under hers, closer to my
body. I moved it and our hands down to my pelvis, parted the folds of my
vagina a little bit with my other hand, and then started to slide the toy
up into myself, enjoying feeling it filling me up but making its way in
very comfortably. As I--or we--did all this, I explained, "So we basically
take this and put it inside of a tube down there, like this ... Now for me,
it's probably much easier to fit this inside of me since I'm used to it,
and this one is only a little bigger than your dad's penis. Anyway,
basically you should put it in, then pull it out, then in again, and out
and so on."

"Do you think it would fit in me?" Ashley asked.

"Probably not, or if it did you would have to use a lot of lube," I said,
as I began to slide the dildo in and out of myself. I felt increasingly
turned on but felt like I needed to say a few things more in answer to her
question: "But even then it would be painful at first. Now Evan's, his is
smaller, still kind of big though, but I bet you could fit his into you
pretty easily especially if you try to stretch yourself out using a smaller
one of these. See how the other dildo and vibrator toy is smaller? I bet
that could fit inside of you, actually, if you want to try it ..."

"I do, Mommy," Ashley said, her hands still holding the end of the dildo
with me as I pulled it out, pushed it in, and pulled it out again, and did
this several more times over the next few minutes, feeling myself all the
while growing more and more aroused. I kept thinking about Evan for some
reason, too, imagining this was his hard cock pumping into me ...

"Can you touch my boobs, baby?" I asked Ashley.

She let go of the dildo and brought her hands up again onto my breasts and
resumed her caresses, her squeezes, pinches and pulls, until I was
thoroughly aroused and felt myself growing very close to having an
orgasm. I let her know through a series of louder and louder moans: "Ohhh
.... Ashley, my baby girl, my girl, my daughter ... Ohhhh! .... Baby, I'm
getting closer, and closer ..."

Bang, I arrived a few moments later! My body rocked with pleasure, shooting
up through me from my crotch. I could feel it all over, pleasure tingling
over my skin, up in my brain, on my fingertips, in my nipples, in my anus
... It was everywhere, all at once! I moaned and pulled the dildo out of
me. It lay slickly between my legs, causing a little puddle to begin
forming on the covers below. I struggled to catch my breath while Ashley
bent over and kissed my neck and the side of my face, over and over again,
her hands holding my tits and her fingers squeezing my nipples which were
feeling more and more sensitive as time passed after my orgasm.

"Whew, that was intense," I said, feeling myself finally coming
down. "Ashley, that was a huge, huge orgasm ..." I turned to her and kissed
her on the lips several times, relishing the taste of my daughter. I looked
at her and said, very intently, "I love you so much, baby, Ashley."

"I love you too, Mommy, so much."

We kissed and caressed each other again for several more minutes. At the
end of all that, I asked her, "Are you sleepy? Or could you try the other
thing once?" I gestured toward the dildo/vibrator combo.

"I want to try it," Ashley said, kissing me once more. "Can you do it for
me, my love?"

"Of course I can," I said. I noticed that she had called me her "love"
again. I loved that!

I instructed her to get down on her back against the pillows while I sat on
my feet in front of her, between her open legs. I took the dildo/vibrator
and smeared lube all over it and then brought it down to her vagina. I used
one of my hands to open her up a little, and then used the other to slide
the "penis" part of the toy into her vagina between the folds. She made a
loud gasping noise, almost sounding like she was in pain. I looked down at
her and asked, "Are you okay? Is that too much?"

She shook her head, no, and said I could continue.

I turned on the vibrator and guided it toward her clit, which I couldn't
see in the dim light but which I could feel out based on how I had helped
her pleasure herself before with the other vibrator. I began to move the
dildo in and out a little but also focused on her clit, hoping to maximize
the pleasure she would experience. After a few minutes of this she began to
moan more loudly and to call me sweet nicknames and all that, as she and I
had a tendency of doing in these pre-orgasm moments. Finally, she reached a
climax, her second of the night. I collapsed into her arms and we just
touched and hugged each other, her wrapping her legs up around my waist,
her feet against my butt.

A few more minutes passed and we came down from her climax. We lay there
caressing each other, entangled together beneath the sheets, watching
something random again on the TV. It wasn't long before we each began to
get sleepy and before she actually did fall asleep. I flipped the TV off
and settled in next to her, wondering at all the joy we had experienced
together.