Date: Tue, 9 May 2023 12:18:20 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jeremy Reynolds <jeremyreynolds1234@myyahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 7 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 7: Paul


After the kids had gone off on their own, Maggie and I had gone over to the
pool, where we had slowly gotten in up to our waists, allowing ourselves to
acclimatize to the water. She sure looked beautiful right now, radiant,
even, in the sunlight streaming down on us. Her bikini accented all her
best features: breasts, stomach, and of course her butt, so big and round
and scrumptious! She and I both still wore our sunglasses, since at least
she wasn't sure she could get her head under, due to wanting to not have to
dry her hair after.

"Well, they seem to be enjoying themselves," I said.

"Yeah, they do," she concurred. "They love it here. I do too."

"Same."

We wadded around a bit for a while and then I dunked my head. We both went
over to a deeper part of the pool, not too deep, but up to our upper chests
(at least hers). It was also a bit secluded, so I felt safe to broach a
certain topic.

"So, notice any `sons' here you like?" I asked, acting like it was the type
of question you'd overhear in public.

She smiled mischievously and said, "Maybe. Do you notice any? Or any
`daughters?'"

I was the one smiling now. I replied, "Yup to both. There's a `son' about
to use the diving board, and there are a couple `daughters' laying out on
towels, 3 o'clock."

She inconspicuously looked in those directions, seeming to be spending a
little more time with the "daughters." I had known she was bisexual for a
long time, and she had known that I also identified as such. Big deal! Our
daughter was bi now too! What was new, however, was that now we both knew
we both liked boys and girls. Maggie didn't know that I also really liked
young boys and girls, that I was a pedophile as well as a hebephile, or
that I was also into our boy and our girl, Evan and Ashley. Although I did
feel much more comfortable talking openly about this generally, I didn't
think she could handle everything.

"They're cute," she said simply, smiling back at me. "All of them."

"You like the girls the best?" I asked.

"Of those three, yeah, probably. You?"

"I like the boy," I said, glancing toward the area around the diving
board. The young man, who was probably about Evan's age, was coming up out
of the water. I admired his smooth, tight chest and stomach as he made his
way to wherever he was sitting. I looked over at the girls, and also really
enjoyed the sight of the two young ladies, both probably about Ashley's
age, laying out with their beautifully toned, tan bodies in full display
for us. They were gorgeous. What's more too is that the thought that my
wife was really into them was a huge turn on. If I wasn't careful, I may
get hard.

We had revealed our feelings about boys and girls (teenage, mind you!) to
each other a few weeks back. It kind of came up randomly one evening as we
were driving home from the store. She had said she felt like telling me
something and I said I was all ears.

"So, Paul," she began. "I had an idea for a new role play ..."

This had, of course, greatly piqued my interest. "Like, a role play for
sex, you mean?"

"Yeah."

"Go ahead."

She had continued, her words slow and measured, "I have been getting
intrigued by the idea of ... doing a kind of `Mommy and son' routine, where
the `son' is a teenager."

That sounded hot. I was instantly into the idea and said so just then. I
also asked, "When did this happen, that you started liking teenage boys?"

"It's a recent thing," she explained. "And I'm still exploring."

"I get that," I said. "You already know that I'm also into boys, girls
too."

"Yeah, and actually, I think I'm also into girls, too, like teenage girls."

Now that surprised me! I had looked over at her, my jaw dropping, and had
said, "Wow! I didn't know that at all!" I had never even guessed that we
apparently shared a new `common interest.' There was also the incest
connection here ... Or was there? "So Maggie," I began. "Are you also into
... incest stuff? Like me?"

"Uh, I don't know for sure," she answered. "Maybe?" She then quickly added,
"Not in real life, of course. Just the idea of it, I guess?"

"I get that," I said, nodding. She didn't know that I was actually very
much into real life incest also, had spoken with real incestuous lovers
online, or that I had already fondled our kids and that I regularly ogled
at them. As I've explained before though, I have no intention of doing
anything else to or with Evan or Ashley. In that sense I wasn't into incest
either, in "real life."

So that weekend we had engaged in a role play in which I played a "son" and
she my "Mommy." We had done things like this before, where she had even
worn a diaper for me, but we hadn't been explicitly playing out any roles
at the time. She just assumed I had some random fetish for diapers, I
think, at the time. Secretly I had been imagining she was Ashley as a baby,
but she didn't need to know that at the time, in my opinion!

The role play had been fun, and we had done it and it's converse, a father
and daughter role play, a few times since then. We definitely seemed to be
thriving on the novelty! We had also begun to ask about and point out to
each other all the "sons" and "daughters" we would notice around us in
public. It was like a sexy and fun little game. Little did she know that
our son and daughter were also "sons" and "daughters" to me.

We got up out of the pool a little while later and headed to the
jacuzzi. The warm water felt nice against my skin even though it was hot
out now. Maggie and I sat right next to each other and I put my arm around
her. When we got in, another couple, probably about 10 years older than us,
was just getting out, so it was just us. I leaned in and we kissed a couple
times, and I whispered in her ear, "Some of these boys and girls are pretty
good-looking, but you're by far the most beautiful person here." She smiled
and said thank you very softly.

We passed another maybe one hour at the pool, mostly laying out, after
having taken quick showers just to rinse off. We decided to start heading
home soon, for dinner, so we shot a text to the kids asking if they wanted
to join us back at the RV. They declined, so we made our way back alone.

There, we made ourselves some tacos and drank some Coronas. We laughed and
made jokes as we ate, like we were kids again. That all continued as we did
the dishes and cleaned up together, and then sat down on the couch with our
beers.

"So, what do you wanna do?" I asked, turning toward my wife.

She was smiling again mischievously, and said, "Well, we obviously need to
shower, so how about we do that. Then, I was thinking ... What if we play a
little game of `truth or dare?'"

"Oh, that could get spicy!" I exclaimed, possibilities running through my
head.

We took turns in the shower, using the one in the RV since the kids weren't
here anyway. As she was taking hers, I opened the door and called in, "Hey,
I have my first dare for you! How about we wear our special underwear?" I
was actually nude still, myself.

"Sure!" she said enthusiastically. "I have a dare for us too," she added,
smiling in my direction. I briefly admired her voluptuous, naked body as
she stood there in the little shower. "How about we wear those with our
robes over top--and we keep the RV door unlocked?"

Whoa, that was spicy. Especially the part about keeping the door
unlocked. Ashley and Evan could be back any minute and who knew what our
game could lead to and what they could come in to see ... ?

I put my underwear on--a black thong that covered my penis up front but
that had only a little string on back. I loved the way my cheeks looked in
it. I also put on my robe, a short, blue, silky little thing, and tied it
loosely around my waist. I sat down on our bed in back and watched as she
got out of the shower, dried herself off, and then put on her own
stuff. Her's was a set of white lace lingerie, with a built-in pump-up bra
so that her breasts perkily displayed themselves prominently up top. Her
robe was also silky and short and she, too, wrapped it around herself.

"Ok, ready?" I asked.

"Yup!"

We went and sat down on the couch next to each other, and I reached over
and unlocked the door.

"Ok, so who should go first?" I asked.

"Hmmm, maybe ... whoever came last goes first?" she suggested, winking at
me. She knew, of course, that I masturbated pretty much every day. She
masturbated a lot also, but not nearly as much as I did!

"Ok, well, I'll take truth then!" I said.

"Hmmm, let me think ..." she said, her head cocked to the side. "Do you
have a work crush, right now?"

That was an interesting question! I felt pretty sure she was specifically
asking about how I felt about my boss, Rachel. It was clear to her and to
everyone else apparently that Rachel had the "hots" for me. She'd openly
try to flirt with me at holiday or office parties, one time when Maggie was
even present. However, my thoughts and feelings about this were
complex. "No, I honestly don't," I replied. "If you're wondering about
Rachel, yes, she is pretty, and I'm attracted to her--I'll confess!--but
no, it's not at all a crush. In fact, I think she's sometimes really
annoying. She's too ... persistent!"

"Aww, you're gonna break her heart, sweetie," Maggie said, and stuck out
her tongue playfully. I leaned in and kissed her and felt that tongue of
hers slipping into my mouth for a moment. I felt myself getting hard, both
from the kiss/physical contact and just because of the nature of the
conversation.

"Okay, my turn," she said. "Hmmm, how about ... dare?"

"Ok .... I dare you to ... remove the top of your robe and keep it off for
at least ... 20 minutes."

She looked at me wide-eyed for a moment, then looked over at the RV's door,
and said, "Oh, so if the kids happen to come in, then they'll ..."

"Yeah, catch you in your lingerie!" I said and laughed a little. "They have
seen you in your bathing suit, so what's the big deal?"

She looked really unsure about it, her face looking kind of serious too, in
flashes. She finally loosened the top of her robe and slid it off her
shoulders so as to allow that part of the robe to fall down her sides. Her
beautiful breasts were bared, looking so plump and juicy from above the
lace of her lingerie. She really has such a nice rack. Looking at her, I
was growing now to full mast beneath my robe.

"Ok, your turn," she said, glancing again at the door and then back at me.

"How about ... dare, this time?"

"Ok. I dare you to ... put some of my lipstick on, right now."

"Okay, no sweat. Show me which one you want me to use." This really was no
sweat. I had actually tried putting some of the stuff off before, as a
kid. I guess having the kids see me like that could be weird, but
whatever. They have a sense of humor!

She went to the bathroom, her top still hanging down at her waist, and came
back with some dark red lip gloss. I immediately took it and spread it on
over my lips and puckered up. I didn't bother to go to a mirror. Good
enough!

"You look good," she said, suppressing a little giggle. "Honestly though,
not bad."

"Thanks, girlfriend!" I said, in a gently kidding tone. "Ok, your turn!"

"Dare again!" Maggie said immediately. "Dish it out!" She playfully hit me
on the shoulder.

"Ok, I will!" I clapped back. "Umm, I want you to ... get down on your
knees in front of me, put your head under my robe and ... pull my cock out
of my thong and lick it all over two times!" Now that was a dare!

"You're so naughty!" she laughed, looking over at the door and then back at
me again. "I'll go fast."

She did as I had instructed, getting down on her knees, ducking beneath my
robe, pulling me out of the thong, and then licking me with her soft,
textured tongue all the way up and down and around my cock. She didn't do
it twice--she did it maybe 4-5 times, and licked down on my balls too. She
also gently sucked me at the tip, her lips around the head of my penis. I
was definitely leaking precum, so she must have been licking that up as she
went. It was all incredibly hot. Especially since at any time the kids
could come in!

But then it was over and she was sitting next to me again. We shared a
series of kisses, during which I could taste my own precum in her mouth. So
hot!

"Whew! That was something!" I exclaimed, feeling kind of out of breath
almost. "Anyway, my turn ... Truth!"

"Ok ..." she began, and she suddenly looked kind of serious, nervous too,
as if she were worried about the response she'd get to whatever question
she asked. I started to feel nervous too, seeing her like this. "Are you
... attracted to Ashley?"

I was shocked. She had asked a question that normally I would have answered
definitively in the negative and vehemently so ... but, she had disclosed
her attraction to young teens of both genders to me not long ago. Besides,
I was still kind of buzzed and feeling horny. I guess she might have also
found out eventually about some of this ...

"Yes, I am," I said, and stared into her face and eyes to gauge her
reaction. She looked remarkably "chill," actually, something that surprised
me. I added, without hardly thinking in advance, "I will go you one
further, baby. I'm also attracted to Evan. And I've been attracted to both
of them for a long time ... since they were little kids. Yes, I'm a
pedophile."

Whoa! Had I just told her all that? What was I thinking? She-she could
never accept that! Could she? Was this the beginning of the end of our
marriage? Racing thoughts and questions ran through my mind then and I
almost felt myself beginning to panic.

She reached out her hand, placed it on mine, and said very gently, "I
already knew. Or was pretty sure I did. It's not something I've liked to
think about very much, but I've ... noticed how you look and act around
them, especially lately but even when they were younger. It's ok. I know
you can't help it, sweetie. As long as you don't act on it, there's no harm
in it."

"Well, Maggie, I have kind of acted on it a few times" (as I said this her
eyes went wide, and I almost saw anger swelling in her face) "but not
directly. I just mean that I kind of touched them inappropriately a few
times over the years, like on their butts and privates, not very much
though, and I've never exposed myself or anything like that."

She sighed, and said, very slowly, "Well, I know it's not my turn but I'll
go ahead and tell you a truth of my own ... Evan has seen me naked. It was
a few weeks ago while I was in the tub. For some reason he was ... also
naked and was in our room. We saw each other, and then he left."

Wow! This was a bombshell! He had seen her--and she him! What did all this
mean? "Oh wow," I said, feeling like I definitely needed to catch my
breath. "Do you think he was ... peeping on you?"

She shook her head and said, "No, I don't think so. He didn't know I was
home, I think. He looked surprised seeing me. One thing though is that he
was ... really hard."

Oh man! I felt almost jealous just then. I had seen him naked, of course,
but not recently. What ... what did she think of all this? Why was she
telling me this? Wait a minute ... "Maggie, was this right before you asked
if we could do the mother-son role play? Were you--or was I ... playing
Evan?"

She closed her eyes and nodded, yes.

Wow again! This was ... wow, just so much to take in. She ... she was
thinking of him when we were together doing that! It was .. actually a
really hot idea. So naughty, dirty, filthy, wrong!

She opened her eyes again and explained, "Yes, I'm also attracted to Evan,
a lot actually. I've tried pushing those thoughts and feelings and urges
away, but it hasn't worked ... Also, like you, I'm also attracted to her,
to Ashley. I've had a little ... almost a kind of crush on her for a long
time, since she was small. So yes, we are both pedophiles, and I guess
we're both really turned on by our own kids ..."

Before I could say anything else, the RV door opened.