Date: Mon, 8 May 2023 02:28:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jeremy Reynolds <jeremyreynolds1234@myyahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 6 of A Shared Heart

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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 6: Ashley


We had all piled into the RV together, Mom, Daddy, Evan and me, with our
things, and had driven north one hour to Garden Park. It was the first
weekend of summer and although a part of me knew I may miss some of my
girlfriends, overall I was really happy to have successfully completed the
school year and to finally be able to relax a bit more. It wasn't just
school that I was not having to worry about anymore. It was also dance
practice, particularly all the hard work that went into preparing for
upcoming shows. Sure, I'd make good use of some of my time this summer to
ensure I don't lose any of the ground I'd already covered as far as moving
my body goes, but I was definitely excited to take a good, long break!

That break started off with this trip to our favorite amusement park,
Garden Park. It was a kind of gem in the rough (I had heard Daddy say that
once, and I think I knew what it meant!), since although it was an amazing
park in lots of different ways, it wasn't nearly as popular or busy as,
say, Six Flags. Besides great rides (including some really scary roller
coasters, and some creepy haunted house rides), Garden Park featured plenty
of games, good food, shows or concerts even, and the scenery there was
nice, it being nestled near the hills.

The RV was pretty new. Mom and Dad had bought it last year and since then
we hadn't used any of our old tents. I hadn't minded camping before,
especially at Redwood (where we would probably be going soon, on another
weekend coming up), but I definitely enjoyed some of the luxuries afforded
by RV tripping. It seems like everyone else did too. It made the drive a
bit funner too, since those of us not driving--Mom, most of the time, Evan,
and of course myself--could and would go back into the bulk of the RV to
get sodas from the fridge, go to the bathroom, play a card game on the
little dining table, or lay out in the very back where Mom and Daddy's
"bedroom" was. We all knew that technically we shouldn't be doing these
things since it was a safety risk, but we didn't care, least of all Evan
and me. Mom would mostly stay up front in the passenger seat, giving
directions or adjusting the radio from time to time.

I sat on the couch across from the dining table most of the trip while Evan
sat at the dining table. He had brought his Nintendo Switch and had played
it most of the time, occasionally sipping from a soda. I had brought a
book, a fantasy novel, but I found it hard to concentrate. I kept catching
Evan looking at me. Sometimes our eyes would meet and he'd blush. I think I
did look pretty hot though, if I may say so. I wore a blue, low-cut blouse,
push up bra beneath, my cleavage on full display, and a short, white ruffle
skirt. I had put on some make-up as well and wore my long blonde hair
really curly. Evan looked cute himself, actually, in a dark blue button up
short sleeve shirt and some khaki shorts that actually came up pretty high
on his thighs. He did have really nice legs, so muscular.

At one point, while our eyes were meeting, I asked, "Wanna play a game? I
think we have Uno--don't we?"

"Yeah, we do," he confirmed. He put down his Switch and smiled over at me,
saying, "Let's do it, sis."

I got up and went to a drawer in the kitchen and pulled the game out. It
was one of many similar games we had there. I brought it to the dining
table and sat opposite my brother and pulled out the cards. I dealt them
and we began playing.

"So ..." I began, after we had played silently for a few minutes. "So
... you were telling me a while back that you were hanging out with a girl
at school--Chloe, right?" He nodded, so I continued, "Did anything happen
between you?"

He suddenly looked so embarrassed and said, "Nah, she wasn't my type, so I
dropped all that. I mean she's cute enough but I don't like her personality
very much."

"What about it don't you like?"

"Um, she can be ... I don't know, she's just not my type is all," Evan
said, his face looking so red. He also kept averting his eyes as he
talked. "Uno!"

"Ah!"

We played for a little while longer, I managing to strategically force him
into getting more cards!

"So what's your type?" I asked, genuinely curious. Our eyes met and he
blushed again before responding:

"Oh, well, someone who's smart and kind," he began, averting his eyes a
bit. "And maybe a bit athletic or something, I don't know."

I was smart (as was he--both of us had been told we were far smarter than
most kids our ages, and far more mature). I was also kind--enough! "Any
preferences on looks? Eyes and hair color ... ?"

"Uh, not really," he answered, sounding unsure of himself. "Maybe blonde? I
don't know."

"Like me?" I asked with a smile, feeling amused at how embarrassed he was
becoming. "I mean, blonde like me? And like Mom?"

"Sure, why not?" he asked, shrugging.

"Uno!" I called out. A few seconds later I was putting down my last
card. "I win!"

After our game, I went back to my spot on the couch and tried reading again
while Evan got back to his Switch. I got bored after a little while and
made my way up to the front where Mom and Daddy were.

"We almost there?" I asked.

Mom glanced over at me and smiled, saying, "Almost, sweetheart. We're only
a few exits away." She looked really good right now, even with the seatbelt
on. She wore a blouse with a "V" neck that went down low enough for us to
see her cleavage line (I took a few glances ... Mom had really nice
tits). She wore jeans below and had also put on a little make-up. She had
her hair pulled back in a ponytail.

"We should get there right when it opens," Daddy said, glancing back at me
for a second. I noticed his eyes went first to my cleavage, sneaky ... He
wore a boring ole T-shirt and shorts, with Tevas sandals attached to his
feet.

"Y'all want to check out that new roller coaster with me?" I asked.

Daddy shook his head and said, "Nah. It's not that I'm afraid, but those
things don't do good things for my stomach!" He chuckled.

"I'll pass too," Mom said simply. "How about you and your brother go on it
together?"

"I'd go!" Evan called out from the back.

"You two can go off and do lots of rides together if you want," Mom
suggested. "We don't have to stay all together all day. Dad and I may want
to hit up the lagoon at some point. I'd like to work on my tan!"

That sounded fun. The "lagoon" in question was a big pool area near the
center for the park. I had brought my swimming suit, of course. I didn't
know if I wanted to swim today, though. But ... getting to see Mom in a
bathing suit again ... that intrigued me. I did like looking at her. Maybe
I could just sit there by the pool for a bit.

We took the exit for the park and made our way to the campground area
nearby. We first stopped by Subway and picked up some sandwiches, which we
planned on bringing into the park and eating later for lunch. We parked the
RV and Daddy set about taking care of many of the various tasks related to
"setting up camp," and the rest of us helped him as best we could and then
just sat around talking.

At last, we went to the park and waited in line to get our weekend
tickets. We had brought some coupons that we had collected during the
off-season. With them, we were able to secure some pretty good discounts,
apparently! We got into the park and began walking around and trying to
decide which rides to go on first, or whatever else we wanted to do. Mom
and Daddy had brought their bathing suit stuff and had put all of that in a
locker where the pool was. Evan and I had both decided not to do the pool
today, but that we would join them there at first and hang out for a bit
before going out on our own.

We went on an older wooden roller coaster, then a newer one that featured
some really sharp turns that made you feel like your cart was going to fly
off. We went on a ride that either shot you up quickly or raised you slowly
and then dropped you from up high. All four of us had sat on the same side
next to each other, I next to Mom and Evan between Mom and Daddy. I might
have been imagining it but I thought I saw Mom looking at my
breasts. Later, as we went into free fall, her hand shot out and landed on
my thigh and she kept it there for a while until we were almost on the
ground again.

"That was something!" she had said, smiling at me. "I always get so freaked
out when we're going up, don't you?"

"Yup!" Afterward we went and ate our lunch at a picnic table at a little
park.

"So, are you having a good time yet?" Daddy asked between mouthfuls of his
sandwich.

"I am," I responded. "I always have fun here, Daddy."

"Good. Otherwise I'd ask for a refund!" he joked. I chuckled despite
myself. "Anyway," he continued, "I think Mom and I will head over to the
pool after this. We'll probably sit around for a while before getting in,
until our food settles. Are you sure you don't want to join us in the
water?"

"Nah, we're good," I said, then looked over at Evan and added, "I mean, I'm
good. Unless Evan wants to ... ?"

He shook his head and said, "No, I'm good too. We can hang out with you
though."

We all made our way over to the pool where Mom and Daddy changed and where
Evan and I sat on chairs at a table that was covered by a wide umbrella.

"Hey sis," Evan said, looking at me for a moment before averting his eyes
shyly. "I forgot to ask, but are you hanging out with anyone? I mean, any
guys?"

I smiled warmly at him and said, "Not at the moment, no. Maybe I haven't
found the right guy or ..." I paused for a moment, asking myself if I
should continue my train of thought or should drop it there. I would go
forward with it, I decided: "... or girl."

At that, he turned to look into my eyes, his widening as an overall look of
surprise, then remembrance, came over him. "Oh? Girl? I forgot you are also
into them!"

I blushed and answered, "Yeah, I am. I mean, I do like guys too, sometimes
more or sometimes less. But yeah, I am pretty sure I'm bisexual."

"Cool," he said. "I knew that."

"That's cause I told you guys at dinner that one night, silly," I said, in
a slightly mocking tone that I was sure he took as a kidding one. "I
haven't told anyone else about this though, just you and Daddy and Mom."

"Thanks, for that," he said. "And actually, how did you know you liked
girls? I don't remember you telling us about that, before."

Just when I was about to explain, Mom and Daddy came over, Daddy calling
out to us to announce their arrival. "Hey! Sure feels good out here right
now, doesn't it?" he asked, pulling a chair out for himself and taking a
seat in it. He wore only his bathing suit, a dark blue pair of surf shorts
that had yellow lines going down vertically on the sides. Mom sat down next
to him. She wore a hat and had donned some big sunglasses. She wore a loose
white shirt over her chest with a tie-dyed skirt over her legs. Daddy's
chest sure looked good right now, I have to confess. He was either
naturally hairless or he shaved. Regardless, he was smooth and tan (a
surprise given we had just passed through winter and the beginning of
spring!) and his chest was tight and muscular, evidence that he had gotten
back into working out. I found myself staring over at his pecs, feeling
like reaching out and touching them to see how hard they were.

"What are you talking about?" Mom asked, smiling at each of us in turn. It
felt like she knew we were talking about something "juicy."

Evan looked over at me and said, "Nothing. We're talking about friends is
all."

I nodded in agreement. It's not that Mom and Daddy didn't know about my
bisexuality--I just didn't want to get into that topic right now since none
of us had talked about it since that night I had "come out."

We all went with them over to the side of the pool where we laid ourselves
out on some lounge chairs next to each other. Mom eventually pulled the
shirt over her head and removed the skirt. As she did so, I half-turned
toward her so as to watch her behind my sunglasses at an angle I thought
might not give me away. Her big breasts shone brightly white in the summer
sunlight, managing to be so full and heavy but also perky and young-looking
somehow. Her bikini bottom clung tightly between her legs, the back of it
snug up between her butt cheeks. I glanced over at Evan and saw him staring
at her butt, seeming to not even be trying to hide it. I guess it was
natural for a teen boy to be staring at such a beautiful older woman. That
I was also checking her out ... well, couldn't I be horny and hormonal
also? I was "precocious," I'd been told. Everyone thought both Evan and me
were older than we were.

We all lay like that for a while, I trying to read my book for a bit and
Evan just sitting there staring at the water. I noticed he kept glancing
over at all of the obviously attractive ladies there, some in the water and
some lounging out as we were. I found myself feeling weirdly jealous of
them. I knew that was silly, since he was my brother, but still ... I felt
myself wanting him to look at and to notice me. Maybe tomorrow when we swam
and I could don my own skimpy little suit?

Some time passed like that until I felt too hot to stay under the sun. I
got up and asked, "Well, Evan, do you want to go on some more rides with
me?"

"Sure," he said.

"You two be safe!" Mom said, smiling at us. "We'll be here if you need
us. You can also text."

"We'll be getting into the water soon though," Daddy added. "So if we don't
answer, that's why. Do you want some money?"

He gave us a couple $20 bills and both of them said their "See ya later"
and Evan and I were off. We went and rode some of the newest and scariest
rides including the new one I had asked them about earlier. I thought it
was pretty fun. Besides that, we got sodas at one point and brought them
with us to a little concert that featured a jazz ensemble. It was nice to
get out of the sun for a while and the music was fun, so we ended up
staying to watch a second show! I got a text about half through the second
show from Daddy saying they were going to go back to the RV to get some
dinner, and we could join them unless we had enough money to get some of
our own food in the park tonight.

Evan and I actually weren't hungry yet anyway, so we texted back that we'd
get something here and would see them later tonight. They told us to be
safe again and to "have fun!" We would!

It was beginning to get dark and we decided to hit up a little restaurant
on the other side of the park. To do so, we would get on the ski-lift type
ride, the Skylift, that would also grant us excellent views of the whole
area as lights on roller coasters and the Ferris wheel turned on. This was
always my favorite part of the day whenever we visited Garden Park. It felt
like such a relief to have the sun go down and there was a certain kind of
"vibe" at night that I really liked.

"You want to go separately, or go together?" Evan asked while we stood in
line.

"Oh, of course we can go together!" I had said, laughing and hitting his
shoulder playfully with my hand. "That'd be absurd to go in different
lifts!"

He smiled but suddenly appeared really nervous, more than he had been all
day from what I could tell. Poor guy ... Was he feeling shy about being in
the lift with me? I didn't know, but in any case I certainly felt like I
had some associations with this particular ride, as I explained before. One
night while riding it, years ago, Mom had placed her hand on my thigh on
it. That wasn't a big thing, obviously, but at the time it had kind of
blown my mind, that and how closely we had sat together on the log ride
earlier. I had felt "something" or other for or toward her, in those
moments.

We got into the lift and it began raising us into the air, the cables
overhead moving silently. Indeed, the scenery was becoming really pretty,
all the colors of the different lights coming on while the horizon to the
west was draped over with majestic oranges and reds. Above us, I could see
stars beginning to come out.

From time to time the ride would stop, possibly to allow staff to help a
handicapped rider to get into a lift. It did so now, when we were about a
third of the way across the park. Evan and I sat there next to each other
listening to the sounds of laughter and roller coaster-inspired wails off
in the distance below and around us.

Evan broke that silence between us. Without turning toward me, he said,
"So, sis ... I had something really weird happen to me a little while
back. I thought maybe I could ask you about it?" He turned to look at me
for a brief moment, again seeming nervous.

"Of course!" I said in that playful mocking voice again. I then said more
seriously, "You can tell me anything, Evan."

"Okay, well ..." he began. "I woke up one night at, like, 2 or 3 o'clock,
and I had to go to the bathroom. I got out into the hall and I saw that Mom
and Dad's light was on. I was curious so I went over there and I could hear
them talking to each other. I thought I heard some ... kissing too, and
stuff. And they were saying some weird things, kind of ..."

I was really curious myself now, intrigued by all this. "What were they
saying?"

"I can't remember exactly, but I think they were saying things about Dad
'playing a son,' and Mom 'playing a Mommy.'" He turned to look at me,
seeming like he wanted to watch my reaction.

"That's really interesting," I said, feeling unsure about how to
respond. "But .... So, um, do you think it was a sex thing? Like a weird
'role play?'" As I asked this, my fingers went up in an "air quotes"
gesture around the last words.

"I think so, but I'm not sure," he answered, again looking away.

I hadn't really thought too much about Mom and Daddy having sex. I mean
that I hadn't ever really pictured it. Now I did, seeing in my mind's eye
the two of them on their bed, both naked, Daddy on top of her, sliding his
penis in and out of her while he called her "Mommy" and she called him
"son." The thought, or the image, maybe, did kind of turn me on in a weird
way. They were ... kind of kinky, apparently. I had looked up stuff about
this on the internet one time.

"So they're into some weird sex stuff, huh?" I asked, partly to myself, not
expecting an answer. "That's okay, though, right?"

"Yeah, I guess so," he replied. "But ... that's not all ... You see,
Ashley, I, um, went into Mom and Dad's bedroom a few weeks ago one time,
without my clothes on--since I, uh, needed to get some toilet paper and
didn't think anyone was home--and I, uh, didn't know that Mom was in their
bathroom taking a bath ..." (he paused for a moment, and looked over at me,
again seeming to want to gauge my reaction to all this) "... She was naked,
in the bathtub."

I was definitely at a loss now for what to say and my face must have shown
my surprise at all this because Evan added quickly, "It was a total
accident and it only lasted a second, but yeah, it was pretty ... weird
still."

"Huh," I said simply. Meanwhile, the ride began moving again and we
continued to make our way over the park. I tried to imagine the scene he
had just described to me: him standing there naked, she laying there naked
nearby in her tub, both seeing each other in such a state. I felt kind of
confused by it all and was wondering what this had to do with the other
stuff he had just told me. Then it hit me, and I asked, "Do you think
they're doing a sex role play of you and her?"

He looked so embarrassed then, his face seeming to grow a red seeming
bright enough to see in the increasingly dark evening air. "Um, maybe. I'm
not sure."

"Wow, that would be so weird," I remarked, feeling at a loss again. "I
... How would that make you feel, if that were true?" I turned to him and
he to me, our eyes meeting again.

"Well, that's the other thing ...." he began, surprisingly capable of
maintaining eye contact now. "I, uh, think ... Well, I think I'm attracted
to Mom now."

If I was at a loss before, I was even more so now! Had I heard him right?

"Yeah, it's weird, I know," he added before I could say anything. Again he
averted his eyes, seeming to look toward the now brightly lit Ferris
wheel. "I know you probably think I'm a freak, but it's true. I thought
that maybe you would understand, but I don't know. It's not like I want to
do anything with her--she's my Mom. It's just ... thoughts, mostly."

I felt bad then, about how I had reacted. I may have made him think I
thought he was a freak, something that definitely wasn't true. Especially
since I too had my ... freakishness, I guess. I decided to clue him in a
bit: "You're not a freak, Evan, believe me. I ... I am actually also, um,
attracted to Mom."

He was the surprised one now! He looked at me and blinked several times and
asked, "What? You?"

"Yeah," I said, averting my own eyes now away from his. "I mean, she is
... a very beautiful woman, and I think she's really pretty. I ... I find
myself looking at her sometimes, in a kind of sexual way even ..." I turned
to look at him, our eyes meeting again. "Evan, it's ... it's okay that you
like her. You like who you like, right? You can't help it?"

He slowly nodded and looked like he was about to say something but we were
now at the end of the ride on the other side of the park. We hopped off and
made our way down to the restaurant, ordered some burgers, fries and sodas,
and went over to a secluded picnic table away from the families and couples
seated more toward the center of the dining area there. We began eating,
making small talk from time to time.

He must have felt that we were safe, then, because he suddenly asked, "Do
you mean what you said earlier, Ashley? I mean, about not helping it? About
who you like?"

"Of course," I affirmed again, wondering where he was going on with this
... "Why?" I asked.

"Because, well ..." he started, dropping his burger and clasping his hands
in front of his mouth for a few moments. He continued, his eyes meeting
mine directly now as he spoke, "Well, I, um, kind of like you too, Ashley
..." (I might have looked surprised as he said this, but it was mostly
because he had said it right now and that it was so out in the open now,
confirming my suspicions.) "... I have a, um, big crush on you. Like, I
think about you all the time, or almost all the time. I think you're
... really beautiful, inside and out ..."

He seemed to feel some regret or uneasiness then, as would be expected at
such a moment. I felt bad seeing him that way. Yet some, or a lot, of this
was kind of ... new, and strange to me, since I was beginning to realize
how deeply he apparently felt about me. I had known he had had a little
"thing" for me but not a "crush" kind of thing. How did that happen? I
didn't know I was "crush-worthy" or that he would let his feelings for me
develop that much. He was being so ... vulnerable right now. Maybe I could
reciprocate?

"That's ... so sweet," I said, staring into his eyes. "I actually ... think
that you're really handsome, Evan, and cute. You're ... I've thought that
for a while now and I've noticed how you look at me sometimes and I find
myself ... liking it, and liking you, too. I don't think it's a 'crush' but
I ... definitely like you, Evan."

His face lit up so much in the dark that I wondered for a split second if a
spotlight or something had landed exactly in this spot! He looked so happy,
then shocked, and then both happy and shocked. The contrasts were kind of a
lot for me to keep up with, so I may have been giving him some weird
expressions myself at the time.

"You ... you like me, too?" he asked.

"Yeah, I do ..." I answered as calmly as I could.

"Wow, that's ... that's ..." he said, appearing to hunt for the
words. "That's so ... I don't know what that is ..."

"It's okay," I said then, very seriously. "That's what it is. It's okay,
Evan. We're okay, both of us."

Maybe we didn't know what to say or do then, but in any case we both went
back to eating our burgers, stealing glances at each other and occasionally
smiling. I was feeling myself becoming more comfortable as we sat there,
with him, and with the big secrets we had just revealed to each other ... I
also found myself wondering what all this meant, for us, for our future as
siblings. Did he--or did I--want to ... do anything about this? The idea of
us ... kissing, or something ... was kind of turning me on right now. I
felt myself growing excited, maybe at the possibility that something could,
or might, happen ... ? Was I going nuts?

"Hey, do you want to go on the Ferris wheel?" I asked, half-asking myself!

"Sure, that's another good one to do at night," he said.

We walked over to it, stood in line, feeling a bit awkward since we weren't
talking, and then got into our own compartment. It began lifting us up,
stopping every so often. When we were about half-way up and had stopped for
a moment, I asked, "Can we sit next to each other?"

He looked ... scared, almost! But he nodded, so I got half-way up and moved
over to his side and sat next to him. In a seemingly natural way, he put
his arm around my back and rested his hand on my shoulder. I placed one of
my hands on his thigh, directly on his skin. I turned to him and asked, "Do
you want to kiss, a little, Evan?" I could hardly believe myself that I had
asked that question!

He licked his lips and nodded, his face looking pale all of a sudden. He
and I passed a moment looking down at each other's lips, it feeling like
there was this weird electricity between us just then. Finally, we both
leaned in toward each other and our lips met between us. His lips felt so
soft against mine and so ... inviting. I was sure this was his first kiss
and it was certainly mine. We allowed our lips to linger there for a few
moments, just pressed gently against each other.

We pulled back part of the way, both of us, and our eyes met. He had this
... almost dazed look in his eyes and on his face, like he was lost in some
kind of trance. We leaned in again and our lips met a second time, and this
time he had his mouth slightly open so that when he kissed me one of my
lips briefly entered in between his. That was a wetter kiss, so as we
pulled away again I felt a little saliva on my bottom lip. I licked it up.

"I really liked that, Evan," I said, smiling softly at him. I had hardly
noticed it as we kissed, but my hand had traveled up his thigh a bit closer
to his groin. Meanwhile, his hand had kind of dropped down so that tips of
his fingers lay very lightly on the top of my breasts. Looking down at
where my hand was on his thigh I could see that his shorts had tented and
there was even the beginnings of a little wet spot showing up.

"I did too," he replied. "I have wanted to kiss you like that for a long
time, Ashley. I ... have dreamed about this, and ... fantasized about it."

We met again in a third kiss, and this time it lasted much longer, becoming
more of a series of bigger or smaller kisses in succession. These kisses
were even wetter than the other ones had been--and speaking of wet, I could
tell that my crotch was growing moist, the more we kissed. I could also
feel it in my breasts, in my nipples, and I found myself wanting him to
touch me there ...

Suddenly, though, he pulled back and looked around wildly, saying, "Oh no!
We're almost at the bottom again!"

I reached out with my other hand, touched his face, and kissed him again
but this time on the side of his mouth. I said, "It's okay. Let's take this
slow, whatever this is. We don't want to hurt each other."

He looked disappointed for a moment, but then nodded and said that he
agreed. Just then we were at the bottom and the staff person was opening
the little door.

"Come on, let's head back to the RV," I said, standing up and taking him by
the hand. He got up and followed me out of the compartment.

Our hand holding didn't end there, though. We held hands all the way out of
the park and into the camping area. It felt so ... comforting, strangely,
holding his hand like that. He and I stole smiling glances at each other
from time to time. When we actually got to the RV though, we let each other
go, smiled one last time at each other, and then he reached out and opened
the door.