Incest Family Affair: Backseat Sister

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shrugged.

"Indeed," I agreed before asking, "Now what?"

"I have no idea," she said, just as Dad yelled at us.

"Are you two going to bring in the rest of the stuff or what?"

"Yeah, sorry," I said. I was unsure what lay ahead. Were Tanya and I now lovers? God, I hoped so! And what would result from whatever Mom was really thinking? It wouldn't be trivial, that was for sure. Whenever Mom made up her mind about something, we all jumped... even Dad.

"We'll talk later," Tanya said, slapping my ass.

"Hey! I'm more than just a piece of meat," I joked, glad that she'd lightened the tense situation.

"No," she shook her head, "that is exactly what you are. A delicious piece of man meat. Yummy!"

I laughed, and groaned dramatically, "Dearie me! I feel so objectified."

"And I still feel horny," she said, before grabbing a box and walking away, leaving me even more bewildered... and once again horny.

I walked into Grandma's house with a big heavy box, confused at Mom's words and her seemingly relaxed response to catching her son and daughter having sex. Grandma and Dad were talking... the house was a complete disaster, with clutter everywhere. There were stacks of newspapers and magazines, hundreds of little porcelain figures scattered about, potted artificial bushes, large plastic bags stuffed with pellets of Styrofoam... and on and on.

"Yes, I can take you for some groceries," Dad agreed, as I put a box in a rare open spot.

"Hi, grandma," I greeted, always amazed by how big a pack rat she was. She hadn't dealt with grandpa's death well and had become a hoarder.

"Hi, Phillip, stop growing," she said like she always did, as I towered over her five foot frame.

I joked, "Stop shrinking," my usual response back, as I gave her a big hug.

I won't go into the lengthy details that led to what transpired next, but to make a long story short:

-Dad took grandma to the grocery store to fill her empty fridge and cupboard (her kitchen looked like that of a poor college student)

-Mom and Tanya stayed to clean the house and try to make it look like it wasn't hit by a tornado

-and I was to fix a leaky pipe in the bathroom (I had spent the summer before my senior year as a plumber's apprentice... which meant I did all the shit jobs, literally... and although I hated it, I did learn the basics of fixing sinks and toilets).

I was under the cabinet, disassembling the j-trap to see if the issue was a clog, even though a clog usually didn't mean a leak... but it was always a good place to start. I was just reaching for a pair of pipe wrenches when I heard Mom come in and say the words every man (husband or son) dreads to hear, "We need to talk."

I pretended I didn't hear, one of all men's go to responses to that dreaded phrase.

"Don't pretend you didn't hear me, young man," she scolded, her tone sounding very annoyed.

I kept working under the sink as I said the go to words to use when Mom used that tone (advice given to me by my father a couple of years ago during the birds and the bees conversation), "I'm sorry."

"For what?" She asked.

"For what you saw," I answered, finding this conversation very strange.

"Not for what you did?" she questioned.

"That too," I agreed, even though I wasn't the least bit sorry I had fucked my sister.

"Are you sorry you fucked your sister in the back seat of the car while your parents were in the front or are you sorry you got caught?" she questioned, recognizing my vague apology for what it was.

"That we got caught," I admitted.

"What am I going to do about this?" she questioned just as I got the pipe off and was sprayed with water, right in my mouth.

"Fuck!" I cursed, even though I realized that that could be an answer to my mother's most recent question. "Can you get me a towel?" I asked, trying to shift the answer, as I slid out from under the sink.

When I sat up, Mom handed me a towel and asked, an unreadable look on her face, "Do you often fuck your sister?"

"No, that was the first time," I admitted. Hearing my mom say 'fuck', sounded really strange. I knew Mom had a foul mouth in the bedroom since the walls were thin, and I had heard her on many occasions beg Dad to 'fuck me hard', 'pound me' and 'give it to me like a slut'.

"You expect me to believe that was the first time you fucked my daughter?" she scoffed, not looking at all like she believed me.

"I swear," I said, as I finished wiping my face.

"Tell me what happened," she ordered... so I retold seeing Tanya getting off on the washing machine and coming while she cried out my name and then recapped, as best I could, what transpired in the backseat... even though it was such a surreal experience that I wasn't sure I remembered the play by play perfectly... just how perfect my sister had felt riding me.

"Wow," she said, her face slightly flushed at my story, seeming to be as much in shock and awe as I myself still was.

"I'm sorry," I repeated, still feeling shock and awe that she didn't seem angry.

My shock and awe mushroomed exponentially when she suddenly lifted up her sundress, revealing she wasn't wearing any panties. My eyes went wide as I found myself staring at my mother's completely shaved pussy. She ordered, as my mouth dropped open, "Phillip, we need to get your face all wet again, although I can promise this will be a lot more pleasant than that dirty water that sprayed on you."

Before I could respond, she grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face deep into her pussy.

I was dazed and confused.

Paralyzed with shock.

"Get licking," she ordered. "You can't get me all hot and bothered and not deal with the consequences."

Of all the possible consequences of my actions, this was one I had never expected. So even though I couldn't believe what was happening, I obeyed, licking my mom's very wet and strongly scented smooth pussy.

"That's it, lick Mommy's cunt," she moaned, as I parted her pussy lips and began to really eat Mom's box, focusing on doing what I really liked to do... eat pussy