Family Secrets

“Mom? Are you okay?” Tammy finally noticed she hadn’t spoken a word at all.

She took a second to refocus her eyes, “I’m still trying to understand it, Tammy. I’m fine, though, just processing.”

They both stood up, Dad taking Mom’s arm and guiding her toward the stairs. “We’re going to try to get some sleep. Try to behave yourselves for a while, please?”

We answered in unison, “Yes, sir.”

They headed upstairs. I waited until they hit the landing before I whispered to Tammy, “What the hell just happened?”

She exhaled deeply, like she’d been holding her breath the entire time. “I don’t know.”

“What do you want to do now?” I had no clue what to do next. I was still confused about what just happened.

“Start moving your clothes over. That’s our room now.” She was pretty certain about that.

“You think that’s going to be okay?” I wasn’t so sure it was a good idea. “Dad didn’t say we could.”

Tammy was quick to point out, “He didn’t say we couldn’t. He just said use birth control and be careful. As far as I’m concerned, if they didn’t say no, they said yes.” Tammy logic can be something else.

As we headed up the stairs as quietly as possible, we heard an unmistakable sound. It was a moan. It was loud. And it was graphic. “Oh, god, fuck me, Mitch. Fuck your sister real good.” Mom is the only one who would call me that when we were younger. I always preferred Mitchell.

“Is that what you want, Tammy? You want your brother to fuck you real good?” Dad.

Holy fucking shit. I looked at Tammy. She was biting her lower lip, so yeah, she heard that, too. They were role playing us. That’s when it hit me, Mom was fantasizing the entire time we were in the kitchen. They had an incest kink. Damn.

I must have been giving Tammy a funny look because she looked at me and asked “What?”

I just sort of blurted out “You with your pregnancy thing and now this. Shit, what the fuck is wrong with you people?”

“LIke fucking your sister is normal? Really?” She exaggerated being indignant.

“Comparatively? Hell, yeah. At least I’m not pretending,” I could act morally indignant, too.

She grabbed my hand. “Then let’s get to it for real then.” I could tell from the look on her face she was pretty aroused already. I was up for it. Definitely up.

I made sure to close the door to the room this time. She helped me pull my shirt up over my head and tossed it on the bed. I took her shirt off. I spun her around and unhooked her bra and before it could hit the floor, she spun back and was wrapped around me, tongue eagerly exploring my mouth.

I sat her down on the edge of the bed as we broke for air. She grabbed the band of my pajama bottoms and underwear and yanked them down to my ankles. She grabbed my cock and started stroking it to spread the precum around. She looked up at me, smiled and practically inhaled my dick. My first blowjob. Later I found out it was her first one, too. It was almost as much fun as fucking her. She apparently did a little studying online, too.

I let her go until I could start to feel an orgasm building. I pulled her to her feet, turned her around and pulled her panties down so she could step out of them. I then had her crawl onto the bed on all fours so I could take her from behind. We found we liked it ass up, face down better than all fours, since I could stroke harder. This wasn’t making love, this was straight up animalistic fucking. I could feel her playing with her clit as I pumped back and forth. I came first, trying to drive her head into the mattress. She came a few strokes later. It made her toes curl and she grunted and screamed into the pillow.

We took a nap after that. We did get most of my clothes moved in by nightfall. At dinner, everybody just sat around and looked at each other. I’m pretty sure they heard us going at it. Her ass and my pubic area were pretty red from the repeated slapping together of our bodies. Plus, Tammy gets loud when she’s having a good time.

After that night, things settled into a routine. Tammy’s room became our room. Her computer and stuff was moved into my old room and we set up two little work areas. That’s when I found out she was into creative writing, too. I had no idea. She let me read some of her stuff and I thought it was pretty good. There was other stuff that she worked on but she acted kind of secretive about it, so I didn’t press the issue.

We applied to the state college and were accepted. The four of us drove up a month before school started and found a two bedroom apartment. It wasn’t too small, the rent was reasonable and it was close enough to school and the grocery store. Given that there were a few people we knew going to the same school, we needed to get a two bedroom to keep up appearances. Our parents helped us move in. Mom gave us a webcam as a housewarming gift. It took two days to christen every room. We most definitely had fun with it, though.

We quickly found that living on our own was very much different from living with our parents. After a couple of misunderstandings about who was supposed to be responsible for what, we got into a groove that worked for us. Tammy became an outstanding cook. My cooking wouldn’t kill you but sometimes you wished it would. What can I say, it’s an art and I’m definitely not an artist.

We went home to visit regularly over the breaks. I took a part time job at an electronics retailer, doing computer set ups and upgrades. Tammy waitressed for a year and then did tutoring for high school kids part time. We kept to ourselves, all our neighbors thought we were married, and life was good.

When we graduated, I got a programmer/analyst position for an insurance company in San Antonio. Tammy studied and got her state certification on the first try and she went to work as a high school English literature teacher. After a year living in an apartment, we bought a small house in one of the outlying residential areas. Our parents would come to visit every so often and we tried to get home for the major holidays.

On the eve of the new school year after we bought the house, Tammy announced she wanted a baby. We figured that it would be best, at least timing wise, to try starting around the beginning of October so she would hopefully deliver early in June. Summers are miserable when you’re in your third trimester in south Texas. Summers are fucking miserable for everybody in south Texas.

Sure enough, Melinda Susan was born June 9, a healthy baby girl. She looked just like her mother, just a little longer in the legs. Her sister Jamie Anne was born almost exactly two years later, June 6. She resembled Dad, except for the height. When Jamie was born, we bought a new house in a different neighborhood, closer to where Tammy was teaching.

Mom came to help Tammy with both girls. Dad would come down for a couple of weeks in the beginning but then had to go back to work, as he finally made watch commander with the sheriff’s department.

Over the years, the girls grew up as beautiful as Tammy and Mom. They graduated high school without incident and were enrolled in Texas A&M in Corpus Christi. Far enough way to be on their own but close enough to drive home when they wanted.

We had never told the girls about our relationship. They never asked why they only had one set of grandparents, which we thought would be the trigger question. The subject just never came up.

Until the summer break between Mel’s junior and senior year. Jamie had just finished her freshman year then. They had an apartment, much like we did, because it was just easier to study that way.

I happened to remark one morning to Tammy that the girls seemed to have gotten closer since Jamie went to Corpus to go to school. Tammy was noncommittal. I didn’t care, I was just glad they still got along after living with each for a year with no buffer.

One Saturday, Tammy dragged me to some mall to buy clothes for work. After being dragged around for the better part of a day, we finally finished and headed home. Pulling into the driveway, Mel’s Honda was still in the driveway. Unloading Tammy’s purchases, mostly my clothes, we were hauling bags upstairs. The house appeared to be empty and I figured the girls had gone out with some of their friends.

They did not. The girl’s rooms were to the left at the top of the stairs, with Melinda’s room on the right and Jamie’s room on the left of the hallway. At the top of the stairs, we could hear moaning and low voices coming from Mel’s room.