Incest Family Affair: Backseat Sister

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I got out, and Dad said to the two of us, "So you survived."

Tanya, shocking me one more time, replied, "Yes, it was quite the ride."

Feeling my face go red this time, I quickly went around to the other side to grab a box that would hide the evidence.

Mom was out of the car too by the time I went to the other side to grab one of the boxes from the backseat.

She asked, her tone dripping with innuendo, "Did you enjoy the ride too?"

I had no idea what to say.

Thankfully, Dad was behind me and he asked, "Are you going to grab a box or what?"

I grabbed a box and took it into grandma's house.

Dad said, "Put it on the front step and go grab the last one."

"Sure, Dad," I nodded, making sure to shift my body so he wouldn't see my wet crotch.

I went back to the car and saw Mom was talking to Tanya.

Fuck!

I reached the car to hear Mom say, "And you still have your brother's cum in your hair."

And now the continuation of Family Affair...

I froze in my tracks as my sister's face burned red, mortified to learn our mother had caught us having sex.

Mom looked up at me with a look that was beyond comprehension: not angry, not happy... amused perhaps. She walked away from Tanya and said, as she passed by me, her tone suddenly stern, "Phillip, we will talk about this later."

I sheepishly walked to the car, completely anxiety-ridden that she may tell Dad. What would Dad say? What would he do? Mom could have been a champion poker player, her face was giving so little away. What was Mom thinking? What were her plans?

Tanya was still standing shell shocked with the revelation that Mom had seen us, when I reached her.

I asked, curious and nervous, "What did Mom say?"

"Did you know she saw us?" she asked.

"Yeah, right at the end," I nodded.

"And you didn't tell me?" she demanded, instantly annoyed at me.

"She didn't say anything, just looked us over with a strange, almost amused look on her face," I answered, before adding, "she watched as I was giving you the facial. I was coming; I couldn't stop."

"Yeah, apparently I still have some in my hair," she said calmly, forgiving me, pulling out her phone and using it like a mirror.

"I can't make any sense of where she's coming from. Do you think she's mad?" I asked.

"I don't know what she is," Tanya said. "She asked how long we had been 'fucking'... her word choice... and were we using protection."

"Shit, protection," I said, appalled that the idea hadn't occurred to me until this very moment.

"Don't worry," she said. "I've been on the pill for months."

"Really?" I asked.

"Better safe than sorry," Tanya shrugged.