“I can’t believe you came home without telling us!”

“That’s your response? Jeezus, Mom!”

Maureen was still trying to tie her robe off as she paced the kitchen. Her cuck husband, Alan, sat in a chair in the living room, his face in his hands. He was only wearing underwear; a throw pillow was falling on his lap.

Their curly-headed, brown-eyed daughter stood against the door jamb between the rooms, arms crossed below her bust. Tears were streaming down her angry face. Her wet eyes were fixed on a paint chip hole on the opposite side of the doorway.

“You were… having sex with—no, my brother was fucking you. And by the sounds of it, not the first time.” She rounded on her father. “And you! You were letting it happen! Covered in your own... fuck, Dad!”

“Rebekah!” Maureen chastised.

Her daughter turned back, her face a sneer of humor. “Really? You’re going to call me out for bad language?” She slowly walked toward her mother, wiping her tears away with the sleeve of her hoodie. Now, inches away and at exactly the same eye level, her face went from shock and anger to severe disappointment.

“You are not the people I grew up with. This is not how my family operates! I’m going over to Jennifer’s. When, and if, I feel like talking, I’ll call you. Don’t you dare try and stop me.” She pushed past her mother, literally, with her shoulder, making Maureen stumble slightly. “And you have Caleb’s cum on your neck!” The slamming access door to the garage was a punctuation that Maureen did not want to read.

“I’m going after her.”

Maureen’s eyes snapped up at the sound of her son’s voice. He was coming down the stairs, pulling on a T-shirt. Dressed in workout pants and his Converse All-Stars, he was a man on a mission.

Both mother and father made to voice some type of protest. “Guys, think about it. I’m her twin brother. We share something neither one of you will ever understand. And she’s pissed at me more than she is at you. Trust me. I’m our best bet.”

“But you’re supposed to leave in the morning.”

He put his hand on the doorknob to the garage and smiled as best he could at his mother’s terrified eyes. “Colorado can wait. Family first.” He opened the door, then turned back. “Sorry, poor choice of phrase.” The door closing was less aggressive, more of a comma.

Maureen fell into the kitchen chair and wiped her face and neck with a napkin. “What have we done?”

Alan’s hand was on her shoulder, gently squeezing. “We made a choice to live the way we wanted. She will come around. It’s our Becky-baby.”

Maureen scoffed and patted her husband’s hand. “Have you looked at her body lately? They’re twenty-two years old, Alan. That sexy-ass woman is not a baby.”

She took a deep breath and shivered slightly. Her ridiculously overactive libido had her imagining her two children in sexual congress. She squeezed her hand tightly, letting her fingernails dig into the butt. She internally answered her earlier question. What she had done was fuck up the people closest to her.

***

“Becker, wait! Please!”

Caleb was taking a huge chance by literally stepping in front of her Hyundai. Even with the headlights on, he could see how upset she was. Her white-knuckled hands gripped the wheel with confused and unfocused anger.

“Get out of my way, you freak. Who the fuck are you anyway?” She honked. “Get out of my way!”

“I am your brother. Turn off the damn car. We need to talk.”

“Are you pulling that thirty-minutes-older bullshit again? Seriously, Cale, I... I can’t stay here.”

Rather than respond, he placed his hands on the hood as if willing the vehicle to turn off. After thirty seconds of listening to the engine idle, Rebekah screamed in frustration and turned off the ignition. Her eyes were closed, and her forehead was against the steering wheel. She was trying not to cry too loudly.

His voice was calmer but still a little louder than normal because of the closed window. “I know you are hurt, and I don’t blame you. The whole thing freaked me out when I first found out. But what you saw was not a bad thing.”

Her blanched face turned and stared at him as if he was completely out of his mind.

“Hear me out. Please.”

She turned away, but did not tell him to stop. She slumped back in her seat, her eyes still closed. A moment later, she heard a click of the passenger-side door handle. With an exasperation he had heard for twenty-plus years, she unlocked the vehicle, and he slipped inside.

They sat in silence for what probably turned out to be five solid minutes. And when one thinks of those three hundred seconds, it’s a really long time to be quiet.

“Do you know what a cuckold is?”

Her voice was slow to catch up. “A whah- yes, yes, why do you -?”

“That’s what Dad is to Mom now. They’ve been doing it for years. It was a mutual decision that they both wanted, and they say it has changed their lives for the better. Once I found out, I realized I couldn’t stop it. And that if I loved them, I had better do my best to understand it.”

“And having wet, loud sex with our mother, your mother, led to understanding? That’s so fucked up!”

“It was. It’s not anymore.”

“You were fucking Mom while belittling Dad, who was jerking off! Cum was everywhere.”

Okay, he thought, confirms how much she saw. “Sure… a little fucked up.”

“A little?! And you didn’t think to warn me?! I thought we were best friends!” She hit the center console with a closed fist. “How long have you been doing this? Oh my God! Was I here when it was happening?” She recoiled back against the door.

“No! No… It’s only been six weeks. Since I got back.” He was surprised that she wasn’t saying you shouldn’t do that, just that you should have told me.

She shook her head, still not quite comprehending. She put her hand in her hair and clenched her eyes as if straining to remember a page in her Premed Anatomy 101.

This was a key moment. If he could get her to comprehend, he might be able to salvage something of their relationship. Before she could formulate another question, he leaned forward, his voice earnest.

“Mom has always been highly sexual. You know that. We’ve been embarrassed by it several times. And trust me, it drove me crazy horny as a teenage boy watching what she wore and how she behaved. But we didn’t know that secretly she was going out with other men. And that Dad was not only aware, he was arranging it all.”

“What?!” Eyes wide open, she leaned a bit closer to him.

“Yeah, that’s what he does as her cuckold. There’s even a color-coded calendar. So, no pulling punches here, Becker. Dad arranges her schedule, Mom goes and has sex with other men, she comes back, he ‘reclaims’ her, and they wake up the next day happier than they were.”

Her science brain fired up. “I think I might understand that part. I studied something in my Psych seminar about this kind of behavior.” She quickly shook her head so her curls could sweep away the logic. “Fuckin’ jeezus, Cale. That doesn’t excuse nor explain anything about what you were doing up there.”

He swallowed and soldiered on. “I found out one night when she came home. I had my suspicions, and she couldn’t deny it. You could actually see…evidence on her.” His sister made a gross-out face, and he wanted to laugh, but that would completely destroy the tenuous hold. “I confronted her, and she admitted it; and the next thing I knew, we were kissing, she was on my lap, and I was…inside her.”

“Just like that? You make it sound like you were following a recipe and ‘insert erection into creamy mixture’ was the next step!”

He let out a laugh burst.

“Fuck you! You had incest! That’s ill-LEE-gull, and do not call out my choice of words.”

“I know it is, but you know me. You know how I am with people; how I am with girls or women, I should say. I’m not a user or a bad guy.” He took her hand in his and was happy to see she did not pull it back.

She had stopped crying and was trying to connect what she had seen upstairs to the brother she knew. He is, and always was, her anchor in bad storms. But in this case, what should she do when he was the cause of the storm?

She looked as if she was hoping he would explain that this was some horrible practical joke.

Caleb was gentler in tone. “Mom is the one who gave us “the talk”, remember? About what sex was and all of the good and the bad. She’s always encouraged us to try things out just—”

“Be safe,” Rebekah finished.

“Exactly! I love Mom in the way I always have, but I also love her as a woman, and yes, a lover in bed. What we found is crazy, but it’s pretty amazing. Honestly, the toughest part was accepting who Dad is in this whole sexual triangle. He’s not submissive and little like that when it’s not about sex. He’s still a great dad, and he’s still a fantastic coach and teacher.”

He paused for a brief second to gauge her ability to accept the next sentence. He had to be honest. He always had been with her. He knew that that’s why she was mostly upset. “He just likes it when Mom fucks other guys.” Rebekah sighed and dropped her head back, eyes closed. “And I’ll tell you, he loves it most when I am the guy fucking Mom.”

That last was really difficult for him to say out loud. He waited for her explosion, her screams, maybe even a slap in the face. He actually got the last one. It was fast and solid, and he let out a small yelp.

“What the—”

“You selfish asshole! Did you once think about me during all this?! I am not going to pretend to understand any of this. Despite how logical your explanation sounds. You guys did a terrible thing to our family.” Her voice was near fury but capped by a need to understand her best friend’s betrayal. “Did you ever think, ‘What if she finds out? How will she handle it?’ You took me out of the family decision-making process, and it hurts like fucking hell. ”

He really pissed her off by laughing. It was such a brother thing to do, but it came out without him being able to stop it. “You would have wanted me to call you up and say, ‘Hey, I’m about to fuck Mom. Is that cool with you?”

She sat back and rolled her eyes and shook her head. The faintest part of a smile appeared on her face, and he had a moment of hope.

“That would have been a real shit way to end my time in Prague. (Thanks for not saying ‘make love’ or some low-key bullshit).”

Another silence, and Caleb took a risk. He put his arms around her and tried to pull her in.

She put her hands on his chest in protest. “Dude, you are obviously not wearing underwear. Your big ass dick is still sticking out. And you smell like sex. Like Mom’s pussy…”

“And I am happy with both of those things.”

She sighed and then naturally fell onto his shoulder as she had many, many times before. (Although neither one could remember the last time she needed this kind of comfort).

He always felt so good. Strong, safe. And yes… sometimes very sexy. She was so confused. Her voice was quiet. Not by any means settled, but certainly less angry. “What happens now?” Another quiet…She pulled back and looked in his eyes. “You’re not about to stop.” She glanced down at his obvious hard-on. “I can tell.”

“You are right about that. But I still have to leave for Colorado. So there will be a break from her having sex with me. But she is not gonna stop this lifestyle. It works for them.”

Rebekah rolled her eyes and pulled her own hair in mock desperation. “Our mom is a hotwife slut. This is so fucked up!”

She looked out the window back at the house, imagining that her mom and dad were standing in the living room window, watching them. Actually, she knew they were, and it made her heart ache. This was a seismic shift. And at this point, she wondered how she could have missed the tremors.

“I don’t want to be involved. I’m not into either one of them that way.”

“I didn’t think you—”

“I’m only home for three weeks. I’ll tell them I don’t want to know anything about it. And I guess we’ll try and act normal. Whatever the fuck that is.”

Caleb noticed for the first time that she was playing with her necklace and gently rubbing the top of her C-cup breast. He knew that tell. She glanced back at his crotch, then to the window again.

Holy shit, she was turned on by this.

He had always found her attractive, from the earliest days of puberty. He had seen her naked a few times and her him. It was standard sibling stuff. He had one-handed fantasies a few times, but he never imagined he would ever take a risk at ruining their incredible friendship. Then again, until that fateful night in the kitchen, he never thought he would ever fuck his mother three times in one day.

His cock twitched, and he tried to will it to soften.

“Becker, I love you. I’m here.” He put his hands on her shoulder and turned her back into a hug. “And I’m sorry.”

She hugged back then disengaged. “Thanks. I’m still hurt, but…I love you too. And those two freaks.”

He laughed. She sighed.

“Let’s go in. I’ve got stuff to say.”

Without waiting for a response, she opened her door and stepped out. He took a deep breath and followed.

***

Alan stood as the twins stepped into the house.

“Sit, we need to talk.” He did, rather quickly. She had a moment of recognition of this new submissive side of him that her brother had just revealed

Her mom was still in her sexy robe, and her dad had thankfully put on his boring one. They were at the kitchen table drinking fresh coffee. “I want some.” Maureen nodded and speedily got her daughter a cup with a splash of almond milk as she liked.

She sat again, and the silence roared above the hum of the fridge.

“Caleb told me everything.” They started to respond, and Caleb held up his hands to signal that they needed to shut up.

She was looking down at the table. The familiar patterns of the fake wood flashed strange memories of the year they bought it. Dad had snapped the old one in half when he stood on it to replace the kitchen fan and light. Mom was pissed; she and her brother laughed their asses off.

“First, I’m not gonna judge the choice. We all have kinky shit. And no, I’m not going to tell you mine. At least, not now.”

Maureen’s heart started beating again. Perhaps things would work ou—

“Second, I just told him in the car why I’m most upset.” She choked up and could not finish. Caleb held her hand, and she squeezed back. He continued for her as a twin would do.

“She’s most angry because I lied to her through omission. You also lied. And that’s not something we do.”

“Mom, I’m not gonna slut shame anybody. I’ve got friends who spread it for anyone. Hell, Leslie’s mom currently has two boyfriends besides her new husband.”

Maureen gasped slightly. Mary Sherman would be the last person she would imagine to be sleeping around.

Rebekah stared at her, but it was more curiosity than anger. “So, what we do have to do is figure out what happens next. The toughest part of this right now is that…” She hesitated. Alan reached for her, and she took his hand. Caleb held his mom’s and the family suddenly had a circle of family hands around the family table as if they were about to say grace, something they never did.

“We’re not gonna pray, are we?” her stupid brother joked quietly. They all had an uncomfortable laugh.

Rebekah responded, “Only to ask that we not all go to hell.”

Alan was next to speak. “Becky-baby, I am very sorry you are so hurt. And if I have disappointed you in some way, I’m also sorry for that. This is who I am. Probably who I always was.”

She let go of her brother and softly hugged her father. “I know that, Dad.” She sat back and drank some coffee. “And just like Mom, I’m not going to shame you for your choices. I’ve studied cuckolding and hotwifing and all that. I kind of understand it, I suppose. And… you like seeing Mom getting cock from her son, right?”

Maureen was struggling with the bluntness.

“Mom, we have to be real here.” Maureen sat back. Rebekah gestured for her dad to answer.

“I…I love it.”

His daughter nodded. “Okay, then.”

Maureen cleared her throat and bravely added her voice to a gradually less difficult conversation. “You are right. I love meeting other men for sex, and I feel no shame about it. And I’m sorry you were so shocked by Caleb and me. That was completely unfair. But, and this is a big but, what your brother and I have is strangely wonderful, and I don’t see it ending anytime soon.”

The curly-headed, twenty-two-year-old woman closed her eyes and tried to dampen the heartbeat in her ears. She was obviously trying to assemble her next sentence carefully.

“I don’t need to know where your family carnality came from. You are all going to be quite shocked, but Charli is a lesbian. And her sister is her lover. And I walked in on them 69ing on the couch.”

They all vocally reacted.

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