Incest Intervention

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Intervention

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his story has family incest between an adult brother, mother and sister.

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MOM........................................................

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She was still, at thirty five, a very pretty and desirable woman. She had gotten pregnant very early in her life and my dad had been forced by our two grandfathers to marry her so that I wasn't born a bastard. Actually the term 'shotgun wedding' was the term that our grandparents had used. Two years later my sister was born. Our parents had lived with one or the other parents' home until my dad could support his family.

That was the past though, over twenty years ago. Nowadays my parents were not getting along at all. They had been arguing almost continuously for months. Mostly they argued about why my father had no sex drive. Little did we all know that the reason for his lack of sexual desire for my mother was that she was a female.

My parents had made it very clear when their issues began to surface that their marriage, and any other personal aspects of their life were to be theirs to deal with, in private. End of story and no further discussion would be tolerated. From that point on my sister and I had just accepted their arguing and simply wanted to be kept in the dark about our parents' personal life.

My mom, as beautiful as she was, would have been a catch for almost any man but her confidence took a huge hit when she caught our father finally, with his boyfriend, in bed together. Imagine that, the man that you thought was your soulmate, the man that was the father of your children, the man that you had wished to be beside you as you grew old together tied to his bed with a dick up his ass.

She had been devastated when she found out about the affair. She was served with divorce papers within the week. But amazingly she had insisted on counselling, praying that a third party would get my father to change his ways and understand what he was giving up. It didn't work though. My father was adamant that he and his lover, a young man of only twenty, would be happy together. After he moved out neither Becky nor I ever saw him again.

When she started to accept the fact that she had lost her husband and the divorce was going forward my mother had gone into a deep depression. She started drinking a lot and picking up men in seedy bars and nightclubs.

The divorce was nearly final, just weeks to go and my father was long gone so Becky and I thought that she must have just accepted the inevitable. My sister and I watched as the beautiful woman that had raised us, that we both loved and cherished, began the slippery slope of depression, alcoholism and degrading herself with casual sex. We didn't figure it out until months later that there was anything that we could do for her.

My mom had always reminded me of a movie star named Jill Ireland that was a popular movie star in the sixties. She had blonde hair that she kept shoulder length, a timeless pretty face, nice shape and long legs. If I were to describe my mother in one word it would be statuesque.

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BECKY AND I THE BEGINNING

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A bit about my sister and I. I'm Brett Morgan and my sisters' name is Becky. To be blunt, we have always been very close as siblings. Much closer than normal siblings. We have always been each other's best friend and confidant. I, as her older brother, had always felt that I was her protector and now I wanted to be there for her if or when our parents were not able to resurrect their marriage.

I had noticed that Becky had become more clingy as she went through her teen years. She would always sit next to me when we had our meals and she would sometimes cuddle into me with my arm around her while watching movies at home. We never fought or argued like most kids would so I have to admit that it wasn't a total surprise when we became each other's only lover.

As I said, we were very close while growing up. I was twenty and still living at home because my job as an assistant manager at a fast food place wasn't lucrative enough to fund an apartment, yet. Becky was eighteen and in her senior year of high school. I was older by two years and should have been the more mature and responsible of the two of us but as our parents' marriage began to crumble we turned to each other, as we always had, for comfort and security. At first we would just go into one of our bedrooms together to avoid the drama. We would just lay low and talk while our parents fought. Then as time went on, when the arguments got really loud, we would leave the house and it's toxic atmosphere and go to the movies or hang out at fast food places, always together, to avoid the arguments, and then stay out until late or at least until we thought the fireworks were over. It usually worked.

When we were home our father ignored us. Other than giving us money for our nights out he seemed to have no interest in what Becky and I were doing. So we took matters into our own hands so to speak and we comforted each other.

When in school I was very shy around girls my own age. I had never dated, unless you consider my time spent with my younger sister as a date. I never did. But, as time passed, with the responsibility of being a manager and as an older brother, I had gotten more outgoing and confident. I had to with my responsibilities at work, and at home.

My sister Becky had not dated much either. She had only a few close girlfriends and had always been very self conscious and ashamed that she didn't have that ideal body that was portrayed in the teen magazines. She was very pretty to me though. I had always compared Becky to my mom, who I thought of as the most beautiful woman in the world. Neither of us were ever in that popular crowd in high school to be honest. We usually just hung around each other as siblings sometimes do when having to deal with the toxic vibe of our parents' marriage.

We, or more importantly, I had never considered romance with my sister until that fateful night. Our parents were having a terrible argument once again about how my father was never seemingly in the mood anymore. They were in their bedroom and finally it sounded like the loud argument was over so I went to sleep. Sometime in the middle of the night though I heard their angry voices rise again. I had just pulled my pillow over my head to silence the noise when I felt my bed move. Becky was in my room, again. She had always depended on me for comfort when stressed and tonight would be one of those stressful nights it seemed. She picked my sheet up and just slid into my bed.

"Bret, would you please hold me? I just can't stand that noise anymore. My heart hurts for Mom. They don't make love anymore. They don't even try to get along anymore. All they do is argue about shit and blame each other. Please Brett put your arms around me and hold me," she said as she slipped into my bed and into my arms. I could feel her soft body as she snuggled against me. I moved onto my back and she put her knee up over my thigh and she cuddled closer. We had held hands, hugged and lightly kissed each other before on our 'not dates' but we had never lay in bed intimately like this before. I was pretty sure that she had a short nightgown on and I suspected that she wasn't wearing a bra but she was probably wearing her panties as was normal for her. The next words she said would change our relationship forever.

She snuggled her face close to my ear and whispered, "Brett, if I ask you something really personal would you tell me the truth?"

"Sure baby. You know that you are my best friend. We share everything. I will never lie to you." Becky waited several minutes before she put her arm across my chest and whispered again.

"Okay, but this is really personal. Have you ever had sex with anyone?" My eyes opened wide in the darkness. What had brought this on? We had never brought the subject of each other's love life up before.

"Ummm, no Becky I haven't. Why do you ask? Is there someone in your life that you are into like that?"

"No, well yes there is but that isn't what I'm asking you. What I am asking is, ummm, oh, shit! Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Ummm, yes Becky. You are beautiful. You are kind and thoughtful. You have a great personality. You are perfect in every way. Now what brought this on?"

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"Brett, that isn't what I asked you. Ummm, how do I put this? My body, Brett. Do you think I'm pretty? Like, is my face pretty? Are my breasts big enough? Is my butt sexy? Am I too fat?" We were in very unsettling and heretofore unexplored territory.

"Becky, you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever known. Only our mother could possibly be as beautiful. Your face is gorgeous. Your hair is the perfect color for you. It's soft and long and silky and full and always smells so nice. Your breasts, not that I've ever perved on you, but your breasts are a beautiful shape and fit your body to perfection. Your stomach is flat. Your hips are curvy and your beautiful ass looks good enough to eat. Finally you have long sensuous legs that can turn heads whenever you choose to show them. If I could design the perfect woman she would look exactly like you. Now what is this about? Are you thinking about letting someone get into my girl and make her a woman?"

"Something like that. Ummm... here it goes, but this is hard for me. Brett, have you ever wanted to make love...to me?" Now I was beginning to panic.

"Becky! You are my sister! I can't have sex with my sister. That's against everything that we have ever been taught. Sibling sex is wrong and I'm pretty sure that it's against the law also."

If it were possible she snuggled closer and pressed her breasts against my side. Then she brought her lips very close to my ear and whispered, "I have. I have imagined what it would be like to make love to my brother. Ever since I started puberty I have been dreaming of it with you. I can't imagine anyone else that I want to be my first. We both are virgins and if our parents split up we don't know where we would be living. I'm eighteen so we both could choose but who knows what the future is going to be like if our parents split up."

Then she sealed the deal by moving her hand onto my semi hard dick. She squeezed my member and I started to harden more, immediately.

"Becky what are you doing? That's my dick you have in your hand, I told you that we can't do this. We can't have sexual relations because we are brother and sister."

"Brett, do you remember a girlfriend of mine named Cassie? We had math together last year." Becky was starting to slowly slide her hand along my hardness.

"Yes, I remember Cassie. You two were close for a while. What happened?"

"She is still my friend. She and I tell each other everything. She even told me once that she was having sex with her father. They have been fucking for several years. She even told me that when she goes off to college this fall in another state, her father was going to leave her mother and they were going to share an apartment. They were going to live together as man and wife. That's incest Brett. It happens more than you think. Sometimes even gay sex between brothers or between father and son or between sisters or..."

"I get it Becky. I really do but that doesn't make it right. What you are proposing is wrong. I don't want to mess with your head with some twisted justification that just because other people are doing it it is okay for me to fuck my sister. We are both too young to make those kinds of choices. What would mom and dad think if we ever got caught? We would probably both be kicked out of our home. What then? Becky, it's just too risky."

Becky just softly giggled into my ear and continued to whisper, "Brett do you honestly believe that our parents give a flying fuck about what we are doing? When was the last time they even asked either of us what we were up to when we go out together to the movies, or just hang out in our bedrooms together with the door closed. We have been in each other's bedroom for hours before and we have never heard a peep out of either of them about it. They are so self absorbed with their own problems that I honestly believe that they don't care what we are doing at all. I think their marriage is probably over. They just haven't signed the paperwork yet. When they do take that step, I'm going to stay with mom. She is the most vulnerable. Dad is just being a prick to her to make things easier for her to let go when the hammer drops. We are getting off the subject though. Back to my original question, do you think I'm pretty Brett?" Becky continued to slowly slide her hand up and down my considerably harder dick.

"Yes Becky. You are very pretty. You are a spitting image of mom only much younger. Becky please stop stroking me. I'm going to cum if you keep that up."

"That's the idea. Cassie told me that it's best if you get the first cum over with quickly. That way the second time you will last much longer."

Becky stopped momentarily while she pulled my boxers down, exposing my flagpole. I could feel the precum dripping onto my stomach. She reattached her hand to my hardness while she pulled my sheet below our waists. Then she sat up and with one hand on me, she pulled her nightgown up and off with one swift move. She was naked. The nightgown was all she had been wearing when she came into my room. I realised then that she had used our parents' argument as the excuse to come into my room and seduce me. When I saw her body the war had been won by her. I just hadn't surrendered yet. I wanted my sister more than the air that I breathed at that moment.

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She continued to stroke my nuclear missile. The launch sequence had started. "Oh Becky! I'm going to cum baby. Oh yessss..." My cum shot straight into the air as my sister continued to slowly pump. She giggled quietly and put her head down, mouth open, and closed her lips onto the head of my dick to stem the considerable flow. Once I had slowed to a dribbling emission she raised her head and I could see that her mouth was still closed. She swallowed.

"Mmm not what I was expecting. It's kind of slimy but you don't taste awful. I guess cum is an acquired taste. Now Brett, here's the deal. I have thought long and hard about this, for over a year actually. Neither of us is dating anyone. We, you and I, are all each of us has in our lives at the moment. Our parents ignore us and are probably headed for divorce. They are totally self absorbed in their situation. It's a given that they are going to split up unless dad gets his head out of his ass real soon and starts fucking mom. Until one of us finds a forever after mate I propose that we become lovers. We are both adults. We both love and respect each other. I get my Depo shot every three months so I am safe from pregnancy. We have been close since we were little so the people that we know shouldn't notice anything different. Even if we get caught by one or the other parent it shouldn't be that big of a deal because of how close we have always been. So what do you say Brett? You wanna fuck your little sister? Do you want to learn how to please me? I want you to. I know you do because you are still hard."

She was right. I was still hard.

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I briefly considered her argument. To be truthful she had won the argument already. The jealous and protective side of me didn't want her first time to be by some asshole in the backseat of a car or while drinking at a party. We had been living together for our entire lives. What could be a more normal extension of our feelings than having a sexual relationship with one of the two women that I already loved. Win-win. So I pulled my naked sister on top of me and into my arm's to cuddle her.

"We will still have to be very careful around mom and dad. No grab-ass, no hot making out, no nudity or even partial nudity around the house unless we know for a fact that we wouldn't get caught. You will continue getting your Depo shots religiously. You will also keep your grades up so that you can graduate and go to college. When we are in public we will act like a normal brother and sister would, well normal for us that is. If we adhere to these rules, I think we can get away with it. If you agree to these conditions I agree that we can be lovers." Becky squealed quietly and slid her naked body over on top of me. Her legs were positioned on both sides of my hips. She leaned over and kissed me like a girlfriend would and mashed her naked boobs on my chest while she squirmed and put herself into position on top of me. She slotted her pussy over my hardness and slowly slid up and down.

"Brett you have just made the best decision of your life. We will be so good for each other. I also have a rule for us to follow though. After we become intimate, you and I will remain exclusive unless we both decide otherwise. That way there won't ever be a chance that we would have to use condoms or worry about STDs."

"We have a deal little sister."

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Becky giggled in that cute way that she had and started rubbing her labia up and down my trapped boner that had not softened. She must have been soaking wet because I could feel her slickness coat my dick almost immediately. I was as hard as chinese arithmetic as she moved up and down. I started moving my hands over her ample boobs and pinching her hard pointy little nipples as my sexy little sister undulated across my body kissing me. Our hands roamed across each other's bodies as we both began to discover the other's sensitive spots. I could feel her smooth skin and her muscles ripple on her back. When I moved my hands to her ass I pulled her up slightly. My dick popped up into position and I could feel the opening to her pussy against the head of my dick. She grabbed my hardness as she sat up.

"I know this will hurt the first time Brett. Don't let me stop until you are all the way in. I broke my hymen earlier today so there shouldn't be any blood but you are larger than my hairbrush handle so this might be uncomfortable for me until I'm stretched out. Are you ready big brother? Are you ready to make your little sister a woman?"

As she said those words she held my dick up and slowly holstered her warm, dripping wet pussy onto me. She felt amazing. There is absolutely nothing in this world to compare with the feeling of a wet, hot, tight pussy slowly sliding on your dick for the first time.

She stopped after the head popped in and started taking short shallow breaths. I could feel the tension as she waited. She was tight. I mean really tight. The hairbrush might have taken care of her hymen but inside her pussy was all virgin territory. Even though I had just cum I could feel the boiling in my balls. I thought of inane things to stop the inevitable. I wanted her first time to be incredible. Mine already was. She took several short breaths and settled down some more.

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"Jesus Brett you have a big dick. How big is it anyway?"

I didn't say anything. I could feel her inner muscles pulsing and her butt cheeks were clinching.

"Becky, you need to relax your pussy muscles. Let your body stretch naturally. You will be fine once we get you broke in." She raised up and swiped my chest.

"I'm not a pair of shoes, BIG brother. That's my unused almost virgin pussy we are talking about." While sitting up she held her breath and pushed herself down until I could feel her pubes. I was in my sister all the way.

"Ahhhhh! Brett, just hold me for a while so I can get used to that monster. God you have a big dick! Cassie told me that my first time would be painful but I never imagined it would feel painful and so good at the same time."

"Becky we don't have to do this if you don't want to, if it's too painful." She sat up again and swiped me on the chest again.

"Shut up Brett. I'm just adapting to your size. The pain is almost gone now so I'm going to move. Don't you dare push up hard though. Let me control this until I'm used to that monster in me."

I never thought of myself as large. Maybe just a bit over average. I was thick though. She hadn't been able to touch her fingertips as she gripped me earlier. Becky raised herself slowly. She slid off me maybe half way then slowly down again. She did this two or three times, very slowly. Between my precum and her natural lube I could tell that she was sliding on and off a little easier. She pushed down while gripping my shoulders and suddenly shuttered and moaned in my ear.

"Ohhhhhh!!! How does my pussy feel Brett? Am I doing this right? Do you like my pussy? Jesus I'm so turned on right now. I think I'm going to cum soon. Will you cum with me?"

"I can't cum on demand Becky but I'm really close. Give me a warning and I'll try to cum with you. Baby this feels so good."

"I know, right? This is the best feeling in the world. How can our father give this shit up with mom. I would think that they would be fucking like rabbits... Ohhhhh! Brett! I'm going to cum baby. Cum with me Brett! Hurry! cummmmmmm. Oh oh oh oh yeah!" I was right behind her. I could actually feel her pussy pulse as the fluid moved up my dick and then coated the insides of my sisters' tight molten hot pussy.

"I'm cumming Bek. I'm cummminggg!" I felt the pulses as my sister's inner muscles pulsed, gripping me.

"God Brett, I feel it. I feel you cumming in me. Cum in me! Oh shit I'm cumming again hold me Brett, hold me while I cum on my brothers hard cock! AHHHH! Her whole body started moving like she was shivering. Her arm's moved out from our bodies and gripped my sheet. She put her mouth against mine and screamed into my mouth as she orgasmed again to help quiet the noise.

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I listened outside my room to check if we attracted any attention from our parents. All I heard was more shouting and mom crying from their bedroom. We had done it. I had just fucked my little sister. And no one noticed.

Becky got really quiet then. I could feel her body quiver as the post orgasmic aftershocks got less and less. She kissed me tenderly several times. After a few minutes of quiet Becky's lips moved over and whispered into my ear, "I love you Brett. You are the most awesome brother in the whole wide world. I want us to do this over and over until we can't do it any more. Even if it takes the rest of our lives."

"I love you too Becky. I also want us to do this forever. Until we die of old age I want us to be this close, forever..." Then she put her head down on my shoulder and we slept.

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THE DIVORCE

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When my parents finally split up it wasn't a surprise to Becky or I. She had called it. They had been fighting almost constantly for over a year. I came home from work on a Friday to my mom and Becky sitting on our couch. My mom was in tears. She was sobbing so pitifully that initially I thought someone had died. There was a death alright, my parents' marriage.

When the story finally came out. My mother had come home unexpectedly and caught my father with his lover. His lover was a twenty something gay man. He had my dad tied up face down and spread eagle on their marital bed with his little dick up my father's ass. My mother was devastated. Not only was he cheating on her but it was with another guy. The humiliation must have been extremely traumatic. It had been obvious to everyone except my mother for a long time that their marriage was over.
Since the cat was out of the bag now our father immediately moved out and into his lover's apartment. As her tears fell down her pretty cheeks, mom started talking about counseling. I looked at Becky when she said those words. She just shook her head and mouthed the words, 'no way'. I felt the same but it would be our parent's decision to make.
My father must have been ready to pull the trigger though because my mom was served two days later. To make a long drawn out story shorter. Counseling was ordered but nothing was accomplished. Three months after the last counseling session was over the divorce was final. After over twenty years together they both were single again. My mom was a basket case. She had loved him and believed that although there were problems in their marriage, there was nothing that couldn't be overcome. She was inconsolable. Sometimes she would simply sit in her room and sob at her loss. As time went on she slowly began to accept the fact that her forever guy loved another guy.

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About a month before the divorce was final my mother went out for the first time. She was going to meet with a few of her old friends at a local club for drinks and possibly some dancing. Becky and I were there when she came out of her bedroom to leave. As I said before my mother was, and still is, a beautiful woman. She wore a short, shape hugging, dark red sweater dress that clung to her curves and hose and heels that made her long legs look amazing. With the shape of her boobs, hips and butt on display she looked scrumptious. Becky saw her first and whistled.

"Woweee Mom you look hot! You are going to have to beat the guys off with a stick."
My mom blushed as she said, "yeah right, no one will give this tired old thirty five year old woman a second look. I'll be lucky if I don't disappear in the crowd of younger ladies."
Becky spoke up."Mom, don't you ever think that. You are what is commonly known as a MILF and women like you are in big demand with the younger crowd."
Mom just looked confused and said, "Becky, what is a MILF?"
Becky blurted out, "Mother I like to fuck. Mom, it's just a term for attractive middle aged women." Moms face paled.
I spoke up then. "Mom, it's not a derogatory term. It just describes an extremely attractive woman that will draw men like flies to honey. You are, and always have been, very attractive. In that dress and those heels you will be a hit with the local lotharios." Mom just stood in the middle of the room and stared wide eyed at her two children.
She turned around and said over her shoulder, "I knew this outfit was too much. I'm going to change now." Both of us jumped up and grabbed an arm.
I said, "No mom, you look perfect! You nailed the absolute perfect look. You look sophisticated but approachable. Attractive without looking slutty. You obviously don't want a man yet but I bet that you won't have a problem finding someone to chat with and take your mind off your problems.
She looked doubtful. "Do you really think so? I'm suddenly not sure. Are you two serious? I look good? Be honest with your old mom."
I spoke up again. "Mom, you are not old and you look fabulous. Trust me. If you weren't my mom I would ask you out." She laughed at me then. It was the first time I had heard her laugh in, well, years.
Becky spoke up again. "Mom he's right, you look great. Please don't change a thing. Now go out and have a good time. By the way Brett and I want you home by midnight, not a minute later." She was giggling as she gave our mother a curfew.
"You gave me a curfew? I'm thirty five and you are, what, not even nineteen? Ha ha ha."
We both gave mom a big hug and I kissed her cheek. Then we watched as our almost single mother left the driveway on the way to her first night out. When we were satisfied that mom wouldn't be back, Becky grabbed my hand and we raced upstairs to my bedroom. We kissed as lovers while we stripped our clothes off and our hands were all over each other's body. Beckys pussy was already wet and well 'broken in' at that point so I didn't need to be so slow to enter her anymore. She hopped onto my bed and positioned herself on all four and I positioned myself onto my back to lick her pussy.
Our foreplay was still relatively crude by most standards but we were learning fast. We had been researching sex positions, foreplay, and oral techniques online and had a short repretore of what worked for us. Becky loved it when I warmed her up orally and I loved the taste of her eighteen year old pussy so it wasn't long until I had my little sister moaning and ready for our first doggy style fuck of the night. I entered her slowly after her first orgasm then we proceeded to moan and grunt until I filled Becky with several loads and she must have orgasmed six or seven times. My little sister had become quite the sex addicted little minx and never seemed to run out of energy. There wasn't anything that she put off the table when it came to sex. Finally, hours later, we rested and started our pillow talk.
"I love you Brett. If I knew how much fun sex could be I would have seduced you years ago."

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"I love you so much little Becky. If I had known how easy it was to start fucking my little sister I would have seduced you first." Becky giggled in her sexy way.

"Brett, do you think mom will be okay tonight? She has been so sad and depressed since they split up. Dad really fucked with her mind when he did what he did."
"I agree babe. But she is an adult and is with her friends tonight. Hopefully she doesn't hook up with some loser or worse yet, someone like dad. Think of tonight as baby steps to her becoming a functioning mother and fun person again. When I heard her laugh tonight I thought back. It has been years since she has laughed. I think tonight will be good for her self esteem."
"I hope you are right. Didn't she look hot in that outfit though? I thought she was going to back out when I told her she was a MILF."
"I know, right? Let's just keep our fingers crossed that she will be ok. We will have to give her a lot of encouragement about her looks though until she develops more confidence in herself. Let's do everything we can do to help her along."
"You got it bro. Whatever she needs we will do."
If we knew then what we know now we would have talked our mom into staying home.

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**MOMS DECLINE***

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That first night should have let us know what the future held. She came home the following morning in a uber. Her hair and makeup was a mess. Her shoes were gone and her hose had runs in both legs. She smelled like alcohol, cigarettes and sex. Becky and I were just finishing our breakfast. We had used our time alone to make love until the wee hours of the morning so no one was really very sharp. When she opened the door we could tell that she was still under the influence. She almost fell over as she stumbled towards her room. Becky jumped up and was going to help her when she turned to us. Her makeup was smeared and you could tell that she had been crying. I think there were flecks of cum in her hair and her mascara was running down her cheeks.

"No! don't! Don't say a word! I'm going to take a shower and sleep. Don't wake me and don't either of you make any noise. I will tell you about my night when I'm ready. Are we clear?" she was slurring most of her words.

We said, "yes mom" with one voice.

Mom didn't tell us what happened that first night. She stayed in her bedroom for most of that day. As the days passed she got even more quiet and morose. Her divorce was almost final and she didn't know what to do to stop the train wreck that was her life.

In the next few weeks she started drinking at home when I was at work and Becky was at school. We started worrying about her wellbeing when we weren't around. She got sloppy, her hair was always tangled and dirty. She would go days without showering or getting dressed beyond her nightwear. She would go days without doing any cleaning or house work. She continued the downward spiral for several weeks and her personality changed even more, probably because of the depression and booze.

Becky and I were in my bed again, still awake, when she brought the first man home after a night of drinking. We could hear them loudly fucking in her room. We got up and tiptoed to her door to listen in case things got violent. It didn't sound like lovemaking at all. The man was cursing at our mom and calling her all sorts of names while pounding into her. We could hear the slap slap slap of their wild rutting. Mom cried out but never tried to stop the verbal abuse as this asshole called our mom every dirty name in the book. They must have been at it for over an hour when suddenly it got quiet. We quickly went back to my room and waited. Maybe ten minutes after the noise stopped we heard footsteps in the hall and down the steps to the front door. When we heard the door slam I went down to lock up and Becky went to mom's door to listen.

When I came back up Becky was in tears. "She's crying Brett. What can we do?" She whispered as I moved to hold her.

"Well obviously these nights out and all the drinking is not good for her. That man, whoever he was, can't be good for her self esteem either. Did you hear what he called her? Becky, we have to help her, we have to do something. This can't go on. What if she brings someone or even several someones home that wants to hurt her. Or worse, what if I'm not here and they hurt you too. I would never forgive myself if either of you got injured."

We went back to bed in my room. I thought for a minute and pulled Becky into my arms. "Becky, do you know what an intervention is?"

"Yeah I think so. What do you have in mind Brett?"

"Well when mom gets up and is sober, we will give her an ultimatum. She either stops drinking and bringing these assholes home or she will lose what family she has left. I will not let her put the love of my life in danger. This will stop after tonight." Becky saw the angry, determined look in my eyes and I saw true love and respect in hers.

"Brett, whatever you think is best, I'm with you." She held me tight and I felt her tears as she put her head against my chest. I heard only one word, "together."

For a while I slept a restless sleep that night. Then I had a dream that my mom was being banged and beaten by some big faceless man that had tattoos covering his naked body. In the dream I couldn't move a muscle as I watched him plunder and ravage her body. She was screaming for me to save her when suddenly her face morphed into another woman, my Becky. I sat up so quickly that I woke my baby sister up. We rarely slept apart these days.

"Brett what's wrong? Are you ok?" She said. She was holding me as I breathed heavily, my heart pounding.

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"I'm ok baby. Just a bad nightmare." My body was covered in sweat. "I was dreaming that some guy was banging and beating mom. Then her body changed and he was banging and beating you instead." I looked at my wide eyed sister and held her close to my chest. "I couldn't bear to actually have something like that happen. You are my life, baby. We are forever Becky. Don't ever think otherwise." Becky cuddled with me with her head in my chest as we laid back down then. I was afraid to go back to sleep so I put my arm around her and stared at my ceiling in thought. What could we do to help mom?

The ideas came to me slowly. At first I couldn't fathom the thought that came to me. Was the nightmare telling me something? My mother was screaming for me to save her. She needed to be with someone that loved and respected her. Judging by the types of men that she seemed to be attracted to I suspected that she had a submissive personality. That was probably why her marriage had gone down in flames. My father was a submissive gay man. She needed a strong man to lead her and take care of her and it took twenty years to realise that he wasn't it.

The man that she had brought into her home tonight had dominated her and treated her like a cheap whore. Another point was that our mother was relatively young and she was in the prime of her sexual life. She needed the closeness of a good and loving partner for her sexual needs. Not someone to abuse her like he did tonight.

She needed direction, someone to lovingly lead her down a less destructive path. Someone to help her recover from the trauma of her failed marriage. Then came the hard part. Unless she was able to find a man, or even a woman, to be that person she would be like flotsam in the sea, endlessly drifting until she found that person or she was destroyed with booze and one night stands. I closed my eyes and relaxed my thoughts.

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It's funny how, when you let your mind relax, a problem seems to resolve itself. Mentally I put all the negatives in a column then all the positives in another column. I weighed the things that I knew with the things that I suspected. I always came to the same conclusion. 1. Was easy. She needed someone that she felt loved her unconditionally. 2. She needed to be needed. Her whole purpose in life up to this point had been to raise her children and be a good wife. Both things were being taken away from her. I was almost ready to move on with my life and Becky was maturing quickly and would probably move on with her life soon. Ergo we both needed her less each day. Her marriage, the one rock that she could attach herself to, had suddenly dissolved in heartache and humiliation. Consequently, she had no one to want her or that needed her now.

Finally I came to #3. My mother was only thirty five and she had needs, sexual needs. She needed someone to take care of that. This was the one issue that I struggled with the most. My mom needed the closeness of a sexual partner, not these one night stands with god knew who to abuse her at his will, but a loving partner, someone that took her feelings and needs into consideration, not someone that just used her as a cum dump. Also I'm sure that the man tonight hadn't used any type of protection so she could have been exposed to several STDs. He had simply used her body until he was done with her and then he walked away, leaving her in tears. So ultimately her sexual needs must be met safely. These were not issues that her twenty year old son should be struggling with.

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I quietly removed Beckys head from my chest and left my room. I was wide awake now and I wanted to do some research. I needed to come up with a plan for my family. This was how I felt about the two most important women in my life now. They were my family, therefore they were going to be my responsibility. Becky, I felt, would be onboard. She told me as much earlier so that left it up to me as the head of the household, to decide what steps to take. I went online.