Date: Tue, 05 Mar 2024 19:40:09 +0000
From: jordynstories.moonbeam932@simplelogin.com
Subject: Playing with my children - Ch 007

Playing with my children.

CH 07 AUTHOR NOTE: This is another chapter in the ongoing story about
Meghan and her two young children.  She has a ten-year-old daughter and a
thirteen-year-old son.  The three of them explore some consensual sexual
situations throughout this and upcoming chapters.  (Please note that
Chapter 07 ends in a bit of a cliff hanger!  But Chapter 08 should be
posted in a day or two.)

This story is a complete work of fiction.  Nothing in this story is based
on a real-life scenario.  The characters are fictitious and any resemblance
to real life people is merely coincidental.

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{Chapter 007 -- De ja vu}

If you asked me why, I'm sure I would have no way to explain it, but I felt
so electrified over what I had done with my children that fateful night
that I didn't even attempt to touch myself.  I had fallen asleep with my
arm resting on my daughter's peaceful body, ignoring the pleasant buzz
between my own legs.  But for the next few days, I could not stop thinking
about the events of that night.  Not only witnessing both my children
having orgasms, but contributing to them had been a rousing experience.

Needless to say, by the time the following weekend arrived, I was extremely
charged up.  Sexually.  If it hadn't been for that, I doubt what happened
next would have occurred at all.  It was Friday and the three of us were
just finishing dinner when I spoke casually into the room.

"Why don't you two take a bath together again tonight?" I suggested.  I was
standing by the sink, rinsing Sophie's plate before putting it in the
dishwasher.

"Why?" Brandon asked.  When I glanced over my shoulder at him, his face was
scrunched up like he had just eaten something sour.

Shrugging and trying to play it off like there were no ulterior motives, I
made up a lie on the spot, "It will save on our water bill."

"Ok," my daughter chimed in, clearly not seeing anything wrong with my
idea.  When I looked at her, I saw her older brother glance her way.  His
cheeks looked a little red, so I knew he was probably thinking about what
happened last week.  Did he want to look at his little sister naked again?
I hoped so.  I knew I did.  My body gave an unexpected shudder which I
covered up by grabbing the next dish and submerging it under the water.

The children went to the living room to watch tv while I finished cleaning
up from dinner.  Afterwards, I did some laundry and vacuumed the main
hallway.  By the time I finished doing my usual Friday night motherly
duties, an hour had gone by.  Walking back into the living room, I glanced
at the clock and saw that it was nearly eight o'clock.

"Alright, kids," I announced to the room.  Both heads swiveled my way and I
said, "It's time for baths and bed."

Brandon frowned at the clock, but Sophie just hopped off the couch without
a second thought.  It was earlier than usual and he knew it.  But then his
head swiveled toward his little sister and he stared at her as she skipped
down the hall toward the bathroom.  A few seconds later, he got up off the
couch and followed her without a word of protest.  Could my suspicions be
right?  Did my teenage boy have a thing for his little sister?  A mom could
only hope!

Shortly after that, I heard the water running as they began filling the
tub.  I decided not to disturb them for the time being.  In the back of my
head, I worried that it might look a little suspicious if I was in there
from the start.  Secretly, I was hoping to have a similar repeat of events
from last weekend.  Even though I knew it was morbidly wrong, I was so
obsessed by thinking about what had happened, I couldn't help myself.

After twenty minutes, I just couldn't wait any longer to check on them.
Heading down the hall, I stepped into the bathroom once more.  A fleeting
sensation of de ja vu swept over me when I saw the two of them sitting in
the tub.  My son had his eyes fixed on his sister's flat chest, not even
bothering to glance toward me when I came in.  That seemed like a good sign
to me.  Their bodies were gleaming with water and, as I had hoped, neither
of them had gotten their hair wet yet.

Walking up to the tub, I stared down at my two children.  "Want me to wash
your hair?" I asked out loud.

"Sure," Sophie answered, exactly as I had expected.

Smiling to myself, I squatted down beside the tub and then helped my
daughter dunk her head under water.  When she came back up, her hair was
drenched.  Glancing at her brother out of the corner of my eye, I could see
him openly staring at her little boobies.  He hadn't said a word since I
walked in.  The water was covered with soap suds, so I couldn't get a
glimpse between his legs to see if my suspicions were correct.  But the way
his eyes roved his sister's body seemed to tell me the obvious truth
anyway.

My son was just as aroused as I was.  I was certain of it.

Grabbing the shampoo bottle, I squeezed a liberal amount of it into my
hand.  Then I started greasing Sophie's hair with it, working it gently
into a lather.  For the next five minutes, I made sure every strand of her
long hair was cleaned thoroughly.  Using the cup that sat on the side of
the tub, I started rinsing the suds out of her hair.  She had her eyes
closed the entire time and I could tell she enjoyed how it felt to have her
hair washed by someone else.

Once I had my daughter's hair washed, I couldn't help but start running my
hands over her little body.  I played off the pretense that I was making
sure she was clean everywhere.  I had residual shampoo on my hands and, as
I ran them across her skin, it felt slippery and smooth.  Of course, the
entire time I petted Sophie's body, I paid attention to Brandon's reaction.
He was being extremely subtle, but I couldn't help but notice him squirming
where he sat on the other side of the tub.  His eyes were glued to his
sister's young flesh, observing what I was doing.

After a few minutes of caressing Sophie's skin with soap, I told her to
stand up.  Her eyes were closed and it seemed to take her a minute to
comprehend what I was asking.  After a brief hesitation, she complied and
stood in the tub.  Still watching her brother, I could tell his eyes had
just zeroed in on his sister's little cunny.  Taking advantage of the small
amount of soap remaining on my hands, I started rubbing my daughter's lower
body while my son watched.  My hands slid lightly over her belly and back,
and then slid lower onto her butt and then into her crotch.  My fingers
gently glided over her pussy lips as I snaked my hand underneath and
smeared soap along her perineum.  She shivered at my touch but didn't say a
thing.

Finally pulling my incestuous hands away from my daughter's body, I glanced
toward my son.  His nostrils were flaring slightly and he was so obviously
aroused it wasn't even funny.  I smiled to myself, happy with the result of
bathing my daughter in front of him.  It dawned on me that I was heavily
aroused myself.  My cunt was dripping juice down my leg and my entire body
felt on fire.  I absolutely loved how it felt.

Breathlessly, I turned toward Sophie and asked, "Do you want to wash your
brother's hair?"  I'm not even sure why I made the suggestion, but I knew I
didn't want this bathtub scene to end just yet.

"Sure," my daughter chirped immediately.

Turning toward Brandon, his eyes were glued to his sister's naked flesh.  I
asked gently, "Do you mind?" and he shook his head immediately without ever
pulling his eyes away from her.  That made me smile.

Handing Sophie the shampoo bottle, she stood and stepped forward, in
between her brother's legs.  Then she upended the bottle and squirted a
sizable glob of it onto the top of his head.  Standing right in front of
him put her chest at eye level with her brother and he was staring at her
flat boobs and nipples unabashedly.  Of course, he probably didn't realize
just how obvious it was so there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

My daughter handed me the shampoo bottle and then proceeded to work the
soap into his hair, creating a white lather just like I had done on her own
head a few minutes earlier.  Watching her work her hands on my son's scalp,
I found it cute how she clumsily "massaged" his head.  But Brandon
certainly didn't seem to care.  His attention was still fixated on her
body.  I watched his eyes slowly traverse the naked distance from her pussy
to her chest, over and over again.  He was ogling his sister's body and I
was certain it was turning him on.

Sophie pulled her hands away with a smile, happy with her work.  My son's
hair was full of soap suds.  Handing her the plastic rinsing cup, she
leaned down and dunked it in the water.  Then she lifted it above his head
and poured it on his hair.  Brandon closed his eyes as the water cascaded
down his face, taking some of the suds away.  My daughter repeated the
process several more times and suddenly, her eyes opened wide when she
glanced down.

"It's doing it again!" she exclaimed.

Following her gaze, I saw that the foamy suds surrounding my son's body had
moved aside while she rinsed his hair.  There was an unobstructed view of
most of my son's lower body.  Right between his legs, clear as day, his
little four-inch erection stood at full attention beneath the water.  And
it was twitching like mad.