Keeping It Together

"Oh...so you'd like to have seen me doing that too huh?" I said joking with her not at all being serious, though the look in her face took on a whole other aspect. "Surely sis...you've seen plenty of other men, or done..."

Mandy interrupted me before I could finish, "I never have," she said almost quietly, shocking me. "Not even once, except for dad," she then added, blushing...but you obviously heard me say that. By the way...where were you anyway?"

"Standing just outside the door," I finally admitted to her.

"So you heard everything then?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," I grinned now feeling like I was back on equal footing with her once again, trying to press my advantage in a still teasing way, my intent to make her as embarrassed or as uncomfortable feeling as she'd made me feel earlier. "So...you get off on seeing dad jerk off? And what's up with asking mom if I had a big cock anyway? What's up with that?"

Mandy ignored my first question, but she answered the second, or rather asked it again, putting me on the defensive when she did. "So...do you?" She asked point blank. "Not that I have much to compare it to even if I saw it," she added. "But I am curious now...especially after what mom said. Do you think it is...in comparison to other guys?" she asked honestly curious.

"You can't be serious here!" I retorted trying to laugh it off. "How the hell should I know? I don't run around looking at other guys' pricks either you know!" The problem was, I had to shift in my seat, my erection now giving me fits as I sat there. With the direction this conversation had suddenly gone in, Mandy's nipple's had in fact hardened even more than they'd shown to be earlier, now poking stiff and straight against the thin tightly stretched material of her tee shirt. And not only that, I then noticed that she too had to reposition herself, tucking her legs up and beneath her as she sat on the small little couch. As she did, I saw what looked like to me a small little dark spot forming in the crotch of her panties though she quickly pulled the hem of her shirt down in order to more properly cover herself. As I looked away from her there, back into her eyes again, I knew that she knew, where I'd been looking.

"Chicken," she teased.

"Oh yeah right...get real Mandy," I responded back.

"Chicken," she said again. "Come on Danny...mom saw it."

"Yeah well maybe she did...but not on purpose," I responded back. "Tell you what, next time I jerk off, I'll leave the bathroom door open for you, and then maybe if you're lucky."

"Fine, you do that, and maybe the next time I am...I'll leave my bedroom door open too, and maybe if you're lucky..." As weird as this conversation was beginning to sound, I decided that maybe we'd best end it before it got even stranger, or before I made a move on my own sister. It had been a while since I'd slept with anyone, and now those old horny feelings were returning, and not just the need for stress relief kind of needs were telling me it was time to end this before anything happened that one of us might actually regret.

"It's late," I said standing up, momentarily forgetting that Mandy might notice my predicament, which she did. "I think maybe it's time to go upstairs to bed," I said regretting I'd said that the moment I had.

"Is that an announcement? Or an invitation?" Mandy asked, which I took as simply a way of her teasing me back without really being serious about it. I skirted her question just as she'd managed to skirt mine earlier.

"I'll check on mom, see if she needs anything before I hit the sack," I stated turning.

"Well, you might want to do something about that before you do," Mandy told me. "As vulnerable as she is at the moment...she might take one look at that and forget who she is," she said smiling, pointedly looking at my crotch. Though admittedly, she did have a point.

"I'll just peek my head in," I told her.

Mandy burst out laughing, "Which one?"

Once again I reached for one of the throw pillows, but Mandy was already up and over the back of the couch before I could throw it at her.

"See you in the morning big brother," she said grinning, and then blew me a kiss goodnight before disappearing down the stairs to her room. I shook my head, and then slowly made my way back up the stairs to my room, though as stated, intending to stop by mom's room in order to check on her first before doing so.

I noticed the light was still on underneath her door, though she'd often fallen asleep with the bedside lamp on before. I took hold of the doorknob intending to just peek in on her when I heard what I thought was the sound of her crying. I hesitated, not wanting to intrude, yet concerned for her just the same. Part of my coming home was in order to be there for her when she needed me, which I decided at that very moment, might just be one of those times. I turned the doorknob, opened the door and stepped in. Just in time to see mom lift her hips up off the bed, the sound I now heard not one of her crying, but groaning out her pleasure as she came. The sight of a bright blue vibrating toy embedded deep inside her pussy as she arched her back freezing me in place.

Now I know how she felt.

My eyes went from my mother's cunt to her face, her eyes were open looking at me as I stood there. And though I know she was as surprised to see me as I was in seeing her, she was so locked in the throes of orgasmic bliss at the moment, that she could no more of jumped up and pretended to be doing otherwise as I'd been able to do when she'd walked in on me. And like her, I was mesmerized at what I was seeing. I could have easily stepped back, and then out of the room but I didn't. Though she let go of the toy she'd been using on herself, it remained inside her as she finally spoke.

"Dan..."

It was my name yes. And I knew that. And I knew she was speaking to me when she said it. But it was the way she said it that initially threw me. And maybe because of that I acted the way that I did. Irrationally perhaps, foolishly, even stupidly, but for a moment I became my father. Don't ask me to explain it, because I can't. I simply walked over to her, her hands coming up towards me as I stood by the side of the bed. I don't even remember undressing myself, but in the next instant I was naked, crawling into bed beside her, reaching down, removing the toy still captured between her legs, and tossing it across the bed away from us. I felt the head of my prick slip between the wet slick opening of her sex, and then slip easily inside her. Mom's hands encircling my back, her pussy coming up to meet me gathering every inch of me inside her as she did.

"Oh...Dan!"

**

It's not like I had a lot of experience. I didn't. I'd only been with two women my entire life, though I'd never heard any complaints either. But what little I did seem to know, appeared to go over rather well as I made love to my own mother. And as we did, at least at that moment, she wasn't, and I think she wasn't seeing me as her son either. We were just two people coming together seeking assurance, love and compassion from one another. The passion and intensity we felt was more cleansing than anything else. Sliding in and out of my mother's cunt was far more intimate a sensation than any I had ever known. Feeling her heat, her softness as she grasped me, milking me, clenching me with the muscles of her cunt was beyond belief. It wasn't long before I felt her tensing up, knew without any doubt she was hovering on the edge once again. I drove into her as deeply as I could, felt her quiver, and then unleashed a torrent of my spunk inside her at the exact instant I felt the inside of her pussy liquefy around me as well.

"Oh Dan! Dan! Yes baby yes...cum in me, fill me, fill me up with your seed, fuck me baby...fuck me!"

I lay there for the longest time just holding her in my arms until she was soundly, and contentedly asleep. Even then I stayed with her for quite a while, only slipping out of her bed when it neared morning. Quietly I slipped off into my own room, mixed emotions of what I had done bouncing around inside my head. Had it not been for my own exhaustion, I'm not sure I'd have ever gotten to sleep.

Morning came, and with it the bright sunshine pouring through my open window, waking me. The house was quiet however, even though it was late, late in the morning at least. The fact it was also Saturday should have had the normal sounds of mom as well as Mandy busy at work doing the usual house chores that they did. My own waiting for me outside with the lawn needing to be mowed. I hurriedly dressed and made my way downstairs into the kitchen area, wondering what I might expect to find, and nervously so when doing. To my surprise, I found a note propped up against an empty coffee cup waiting for me.

"Thought I'd let you sleep in a little, have a cup of coffee, wake up...and then get the lawn mowed for me, Love mom." She'd included a smiley face, which in a strange way was much of a relief to me. I didn't know what to expect, or how she might react this morning after last night, but at least I was confident she didn't hate me because of it.

But that still didn't solve the problem of what I was going to tell my sister or try to explain to her what had happened, if I even could. But I knew that I had to. I wasn't about to lie to her, or make any attempt at keeping this a secret either. Though I also decided a lot of that would be up to mom. Most likely, that was a onetime thing...something that would never, ever happen again anyway. And if mom were more inclined to let it go at that, and never speak or mention it again, then I'd do that as well. And in that case perhaps, there was no reason why Mandy should ever know what we'd done.

I realized then that the two of them were no doubt down in the basement doing the laundry. Something mom always busied herself with every Saturday. Not only did she wash and fold all the clothes, she ironed them too, even though the rest of us always found that unnecessary as we either did it ourselves, or bought clothes that really didn't need any ironing. In a way, it was therapy perhaps for her to do so.

I soon finished my coffee and then headed outside to have a look at the mower, check it out, and then do the yard. As I passed by the tool shed, I glanced over at the side of the house saw the downstairs window light was on, and knew that's where in all likelihood the two of them were, busily folding clothes or some such. I stooped over peering in, figuring if nothing else when they saw me, to wave and let them know I was up and about. Once again I had another surprise waiting for me when I did that.

Mom was indeed ironing...all she had on was a robe, though it was open at the time, and I could see that she was obviously naked beneath it. I then watched as Mandy came walking into the room with a bundle of recently dried clothing which she sat down on the table and proceeded to sort out into piles to be folded, or ironed depending upon how mom seemed fit. Mandy wore only the briefest of panties, her pert young boobs fully showing as she leaned over the table and began rummaging through things. This was honestly the first time I had ever seen my sister's exposed breasts before, and I could only stand there and stare at them, not to mention having another look at my own mother as she likewise stood, her robe opening from time to time as she ironed. I was glad that no one else could have possibly seen me, or they'd have thought me to be a Peeping Tom, which I was. Laying flat on the ground, just barely poking my head up enough to see into the window, I lay there spying on the two of them listening to their conversation as I did so since the window was partially open.

At first it was pretty mundane, Mandy asking mom which clothes were ok to simply fold, and which one's she insisted on being ironed. As nice as it was for me to be looking at the two of them, I nearly got up in order to begin mowing the lawn. The last thing I wanted to do was make things worse for myself, getting caught her spying on the two of them. But that's when I saw mom put the iron down and turn towards my sister.

"By the way, thought you should know, I slept with Dan."

I felt glued to the ground, unable to move, to breath, waiting for the bombs to go off.

"So...you took my advice then?"

"What?" I said to myself as I lay there. "What the hell she'd just say?"

"I did...and you were right, I needed that, needed it more than I realized I really did. I just hope your brother doesn't hate me for it because I did." Mandy laughed.

"Oh I'm pretty sure that's not something you need to worry about," Mandy told her. "If anything, he's probably worried about whatever it is your thinking knowing him. Though I don't mind telling you, I'm a bit jealous of you myself. I tried seducing him myself, a little anyway, but he never really picked up on it, or he was too shy to act on it, either one. But it was only fair that you slept with him first anyway. Now...I just need to find some way of convincing him to do the same with me."

You could have knocked me over with a feather, though I was already lying down, and felt too damn weak in the knees to even stand up if I'd been able to. It was obvious they'd discussed this, and more importantly, it was evident that my own sister wanted to sleep with me as well! If I'd been confused before, I was even more so now. Not that the thought of that didn't intrigue me, it's just not something I had ever considered doing before, let alone act on it. But the biggest surprise of the day was yet to come.

I then watched as mom opened her arms, Mandy stepping into them giving mom an affectionate hug. Ok, nothing out of the norm there, just mother and daughter being affectionate, even if they were both damn near nude while they were.

"Like I said, you were right about me needing that," Mom said once again, "But...you were also there for me when I needed you two. And though I never expected anything like that to happen, nor had I ever considered the possibility of enjoying the pleasures of another woman, especially my very own daughter, I'm just as equally glad that that happened too," she now said. I watched in total disbelief as my mom and sister kissed. Kissing not as family, but as lovers would, deeply and passionately. At the same time, seeing my sister's hands come up, grasping my mother's slightly larger, but equally soft breasts. Mom's too then came up to cup and fondle my sisters as the two of them continued to stand there kissing one another, fondling one another's tits. I simply couldn't believe what I was seeing or hearing.

It was about that time that I saw my sister suddenly drop to her knees in front of mom, though she had disappeared from my sight in doing so. It didn't take a rocket scientist to understand what was happening however, especially by the look on moms face as she reached over to hold onto the ironing board with one hand in order to steady herself. Her eyes now closing, her mouth opening into an oval as she stood there licking her lips.

"Fuck the lawn!" I said standing.

I walked back inside the house and stood there in the kitchen trying to collect myself. Whatever fears, worries or concerns I might have had, suddenly flew right out the window I'd been looking in. I turned and headed down the stairs. Quietly I made my way down the hallway, stopping just outside the open door of the laundry room where they both still were. I took off all my clothes, dropping them into a pile just outside the door. My cock was hard, angry looking and swollen beyond belief. I stepped around the corner of the door, somewhat surprised, and pleased to see my sister's back facing me, now naked as well as mom was the one down on her knees licking her. I approached as quietly as I could, coming up from behind. I reached around, cupping my sister's breasts, causing her to jump as I did so.

"Feel good?" I asked kissing her neck, looking down towards mom just as she looked up.

"Well, I guess that takes care of that little problem now doesn't it?" she said smiling, and then went right back to licking my sister's quim.

Mandy giggled, allowed herself to breathe a sigh of relief, and then reached down, finding my stiff hard cock which was pressed against her ass at the moment, fondling it.

"Yep, just as hard and as big as daddy's," she exclaimed without even looking at it.

"Yes it is..." Mom agreed. "And speaking of which...since we're obviously all aware of one another now, maybe we should take this someplace a bit more comfortable than in here?"

I still had one or two questions to ask...but those could wait until later. I soon followed my sister and mother down the hallway, Mandy's bedroom being closest, and with the biggest bed as well. I collapsed in the middle of it with mom and my sister on either side, the two of them soon licking, sucking and lapping away happily at my dick together. There was no denying the fact that never in a million years would I have ever thought anything like this to be possible, but here I was. And soon, I'd be fucking one and then the other, over and over again as often as I wanted, and whenever I wanted.

Just watching Mandy as she licked mom's pussy, me fucking her from behind was enough to have me blowing my first load in no time. Watching mom lick my spunk out of my sister's cunt, with me then fucking her in the exact same position...well, I lasted a bit longer that time, though not much.

Things are indeed different now, I'm glad I came home. But then again so are my mom and my sister. Moms certainly in a much better frame of mind now, she's even talking about dating again. Some day. But for now, she's content to keep things between the three of us, as am I. As is Mandy.

And to be honest. I'm not sure I'd have it any other way.