Incest stories: Fitness Model Moms – Part 2
“Think about it. The house is spotless, the pool is cleaned, they fixed us dinner, and they are always so sweet to us. We know they don’t go out and try to meet girls. I bet young Bennet probably has a huge crush on his Aunt Stacey.”
“Maybe Aaron has one on his Aunt Trish,” Trish quietly suggested.
“If we take those boys out, we could even flirt with them; maybe have a little fun, you know?” Stacey said.
Trish shrugged, “I guess. If it helps them feel more at ease around women.”
“I see us at that age. Nerdy virgins,” Stacey said. “We need to help them.”
Stacey kissed the top of Trish’s head. “Goodnight.”
They fell asleep in each other’s arms like they always do.
Incest stories: Fitness Model Moms – Chapter 4
“Boo!” Stacey startled her nephew from behind. He was washing dishes after dinner the next night.
“Oh hey,” Bennet said after a small jump, continuing one of the many chores he and his cousin did without being asked.
“What are your plans Saturday night?” his aunt asked.
“Uh, well, I was going to do some studying with Aaron then log on to play – ”
“Nope! Wrong answer,” Stacey interrupted him. “I mean, yes, study. That’s very important but afterward you and I are hanging out.”
“Hanging out?” Bennet paused, setting a plate in the dishwater.
“Yep. We’ll go to dinner and maybe dancing. It’ll be great!”
“Um, I, uh,” he nervously attempted a reply.
Stacey moved past him, to the refrigerator, grabbing some water. She slapped his ass on the way out of the kitchen. “Goodnight!”
Bennet stood, mouth agape, watching his aunt in her tank top and pajamas shorts make her way toward her bedroom.
Aaron was outside adjusting a sprinkler in the backyard, testing it, making sure it worked for the system it was on. He turned the water off, satisfied it would turn on as scheduled.
“Hi,” a soft voice grabbed his attention. His Aunt Trish was standing a few feet away, barefoot on the grass.
“Hey,” Aaron nodded to her.
“Nice night,” She smiled, looking to the clear night sky.
“Yeah, not too hot either.”
“Hey Aaron, I was thinking, if you don’t have plans Saturday night, maybe you and I could spend some time together.”
“Um, well I was planning on doing some studying with Bennet and afterward,” Aaron looked to the grass.
“Play your game,” Trish smiled, finishing his thought. She took a few steps closer to him, placing her hand on his shoulder.
“Bennet is going to be hanging out with your mom so I was thinking you and I could hang out.”
“Mmhmm. It’ll be nice. A nice night out.”
“Oh. Well then, I suppose that’ll be fine,” Aaron adjusted his glasses.
“Great. We’ll go to dinner, maybe go to a movie afterward. How’s that sound?” Trish asked.
Aaron shrugged, “Sure I guess.”
Trish smiled again, hugging her nephew. “Can’t wait.”
Thirty minutes later, the two sisters were in bed, Stacey flipping through the television, Trish snuggling against her.
“I think this will be wonderful. That’s all they need – some female interaction,” Trish said.
Stacey turned off the TV and combed her fingers through her sister’s long hair. “Yeah maybe. Maybe not.”
“What do you mean?”
“Think about us at their age. Before I brought that poor guy home from school. Before we got knocked up. We were so nerdy.”
“Yes I remember.”
“I think it’ll take more than just female interaction to bring them out of their shells, to get them outside, away from their computers,” Stacey stated.
“What do you have in mind?” Trish asked.
“I’m not sure. I think we should see how things go this weekend. But I’m leaning toward playing pretend – pretending that it’s a date or we’re dating them.”
“Hmmm, I see.”
Stacey shrugged, “I don’t know. I’m just thinking out loud. I want them to be hot stud muffins like we turned out to be.”
“That may happen on its own. And besides they are. To me at least,” Trish said.
Stacey giggled. “I agree! They are very cute, but you know what I mean. I want women throwing themselves at them, I want them out there, confident, dating.”
“Again, all that may happen in due time.”
“But I want to help!” Stacey laughed.
Trish chuckled, “I know what you mean and we will.”
“We’ll see how things go Saturday,” Stacey said. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” Trish rose on her elbows, giving her sister a peck on the cheek. They rolled over and spooned, the warmth of each other’s bodies quickly guiding them to sleep.
Incest stories: Fitness Model Moms – Chapter 5
All four dressed up; Stacey and Trish picked out their son’s clothes for their “dates.” Nice khaki pants and tucked in shirts, while they wore their usual short, tight dresses, showing off a lot of toned leg.
The mothers hugged their sons goodnight; the aunts took their nephews to separate restaurants to start their separate evenings.
The sons were quiet and awkward around their aunts. Trish found it odd, blaming her and Stacey’s hectic work schedule for causing a rift of sorts.
“Thanks for joining me tonight. Your mother and I work a lot, so it’s nice to catch up, you know?” Trish said.
“Yeah,” her nephew Aaron dipped a breadstick, avoiding eye contact.
Trish cleared her throat, reaching to Aaron’s hand, gently placed hers on it. He flinched at first, nodded, giving his aunt a goofy smile.
A few miles away at another restaurant, Stacey was chomping down on breadsticks of her own; it’d been so long since they had a cheat meal in their strict diet.
“So you and Aaron don’t throw any wild parties while we’re away? Nothing? You just study and play games?” Stacey half-joked.
“Yeah,” the shy Bennet replied.
“Gosh, I remember 20 years ago, I was your age and miserable. I had to do something about it. I had to make something happen. I was tired of being a virgin. I got knocked up with your cousin!” Stacey chuckled.
“Uh, yeah, heh,” Bennet’s eyes darted from side-to-side, taking a small bite of bread.
Trish asking Aaron during their meal, “Are there any nice girls at school that you’ve thought about dating?”
“Nah,” he shook his head.
He paused, shaking his head again.
Trish frowned, patting his thin forearm.
“Why not?” Stacey asked Bennet the same question.
He shrugged, playing with his soup.
“You can’t be scared anymore. You’re 20. I feel bad your mom and I have been too busy to push you guys, but only you can make positive changes in your life. We can assist when needed, but if you want to get out there, meet people and socialize – you gotta really want it!”
Bennet nodded, feeling even more uncomfortable now.
“I’m sorry,” Trish sweetly said, removing her hand from Aaron’s arm at their table. “Please know that your mom and I care a great deal about you. We love you both so very much. We would hate it if you two weren’t happy. Are you happy?”
“I guess,” Aaron shrugged.
“Is there anything we can do to help you besides paying for school and stuff like that?”
Aaron’s eyes met his aunt’s for a brief second; he shook his head “no.”
Stacey sighed, “Alright. Well you let me or your mom know if you need anything, alright? We can haul you to the gym with us, we can buy you a prostitute.”
Bennet’s face turned white.
“I’m kidding!” Stacey laughed. “Only joking.”
His face relaxed with relief.
“No, no hookers, but I think you and I will be spending more time together. It’ll be kinda like dating, you know? I figured it’d be weirder if you and your mom did this,” Stacey explained.
“Yeah,” he shrugged, his eyes meeting Stacey’s again.
“Great,” Trish smiled at her and Aaron’s table. “Let’s go for a nice walk.”
Aaron’s aunt paid the bill and told her nephew where to drive. It was a nearby park where an art festival of sorts was going on.
“Have you been here before?” she asked.
Trish hooked her arm around Aaron’s, feeling him tense up, but slowly relax. They walked mostly in silence, looking at the various art display, Aaron’s hands in his pocket, his stiff right arm being held by his aunt. She watched him looking around at the displays, ignoring a few whistles from men they passed.
Trish struggled to come up with something to say to Aaron, but failed each time. Near the end of the long walk, she rested her head on his shoulder, feeling defeated, blaming her and Stacey’s work on keeping them away from them.
Stacey had a much worse time with Trish’s son, Bennet. She took him to an 18 and over dance club – a huge mistake. He wouldn’t dance, he wouldn’t do anything. Stacey hung close to him, checking out girls there, attempting to make conversation, but he was scared rigid.
Several men asked her to dance. One of them, included a friend Stacey and Trish hadn’t seen in a while, Rodney. She thought she’d show her nephew how it’s done, how they could dance if he wanted to. It turned out to be another mistake.
Rodney was looking for sex. He spun Stacy around, grabbed her hips, and ground his erection against her ass.
“Whoa! Whoa! Sorry, Rod, not tonight,” Stacey ended the dance, adjusted her hair and smiled weakly at Bennet.
“Sorry, maybe we should go,” Stacey admitted.
Arriving home a few minutes after Trish and Aaron, Stacey hugged Bennet goodnight and went to her bedroom. She joined Trish in the shower. They hugged one another, knowing the night wasn’t very good for either of them.
Speaking without saying words, they finished their shower, put on their pajamas and snuggled off to sleep in bed.
They next day Stacey and Trish were lying out by their pool. Their sons were once again cleaning it without being asked. Stacey flipped through a magazine; Trish closed her eyes, soaking in the rays of sunlight.
After Aaron and Bennet cleaned the pool, they headed inside to prepare lunch.
“They’re so sweet,” Trish said. “They do much more than play games and study. We’ve never had to ask them to clean or do chores. We certainly never ask them to fix us food.”