The exaggerated way in which Lyla exhaled made Mike turn her way long enough to catch the meaningful look she was casting him while the corners of her lips curled up. Shaking his head but smiling back, he let himself get silently dragged into the one argument with his big sister he knew she would never let go of, ever.
“Lyla, for the millionth time,” Mike began, trying his best to be reasonable, “it’s Lori’s fault that we didn’t form a freaking power trio! Blame her for not even wanting to play bass. I did take drum lessons after all! And she was the one who thought that if the three of us were in a band she would lose popularity with her dumb friends, remember?”
“Ugh, don’t even remind me. But I still think you could have done more to help me convince her, that’s all I’m saying…” Lyla grumbled, dropping the issue with a long-drawn-out sigh. Her sulking didn’t last long though, and she was soon leaning against Mike’s side as she said: “Speaking of high school and Lori, she’s going out with the bitch clique tonight. So, I was thinking: how about you and I stay in and binge-watch Rick and Morty? There’s this weird theory I saw in a video review, something to do with Nietzsche and nihilism and all sorts of weird philosophical implication woven into the series, and I really wanna check them out. You in?”
“Sure, why not,” Mike nodded, feeling all warm and fuzzy as his gorgeous big sister rested her head on his shoulder and suddenly wrapped her naked arms around his chest in a typical bout of impulsive affection.
As he dutifully kept his eyes on the road, Mike still couldn’t help but glance down every once in a while to drink in the amazing sight of Lyla’s luscious cleavage. Her tight V-neck shirt was tight enough to look painted on her and short enough to reveal her cute tummy, and the milky upper slopes of her big round boobs looked mouthwatering right there and then, pressed together and brushing softly yet heftily against his side.
When Lyla suddenly looked up and met his eyes, obviously catching him sneaking a peek at her massive tits, Mike just tried to act nonchalant as he resumed staring straight ahead at the road. While she let out a giggle and cleared her voice, Mike steadied himself for some kind of innuendo-filled joke about him ogling her boobs again, but Lyla’s words actually caught him by surprise.
“So, which ones are better? Mine or Mom’s?”
“Wha… What do you mean?” Mike asked, knowing exactly what Lyla meant but frowning in bafflement about her bringing their mother into it, and in an obvious tit competition at that.
“Aw come on, Mikey!” Lyla pressed on, poking him slightly in the ribs, a bright smile in her voice. “Which boobs do you prefer: mine or Mom’s? I mean, you should be an expert by now…”
That final mischievous allusion did throw Mike off his game. Playful as Lyla always was, he did know her enough to know when she was actually serious even while kidding, and that was exactly one such occasion. In the blink of an eye, his slight nervousness grew into full blown terror, his voice cracking as he desperately tried to defuse the conversation.
“I… Whaaa? How would I know anything about Mom’s boobs, or yours for that matter!? I mean, I know as much about Mom’s tits as you do! Like, from when she’s in a bikini by the pool and stuff… And you do that too, so… I mean…”
Lyla’s chuckles shattered the last fleeting traces of hope Mike had about not being busted. Not that they were nasty chuckles, in fact she sounded genuinely happy, in a weird and very Lyla-like way. When she spoke, after a couple of seconds that to Mike seemed like ages, Lyla was as calm and relaxed as he was panicked. He could physically feel her bespectacled hazel eyes staring at him and seeing through him, as she simply stated: “It’s okay, Mikey. I know about you and Mom. I saw you guys last night. It was amazing.”
As those words and all their implications sank in, Mike felt instantly dizzy, his vision getting blurry all of a sudden. For a moment, the road ahead appeared shrouded in a white fog and the thrumming tempo of his heartbeat in his ears overrode the loud guitar riffs blasting from the stereo. Before he knew it, Mike was losing control completely. It was Lyla’s frightened screams and her rapid maneuver to grab the wheel and steer it properly again that brought Mike back and led him to instinctively hit the brakes.
“Mikey, shiiiit!” Lyla yelled as he blinked out of his momentary stupor only to realize that they had stopped by the side of the road, mere inches from hitting a parked car which he had almost swerved right into. “What the fuck, was that!? Jesus, Mikey! Are you trying to get us killed? I’ve still got to write my masterpiece, you know! I can’t die yet!”
That last comment, so radical and instinctive and viscerally real, sobered Mike up completely, hitting him even harder than the fear and adrenalin in his sister’s voice. Taking a big lungful of air and shaking his head, he immediately lunged forward and hugged Lyla tightly, mumbling: “Sorry, sis, I… It’s just that… Fuck, I can’t believe that you know about me and Mom! And when you said it, just like that, I almost… I don’t know, Lyla, I just panicked. I’m really sorry.”
“It’s okay, Mikey. Don’t worry, we’re still alive. No thanks to you, of course…” Lyla said, unable to repress a sarcastic chuckle yet squeezing her brother hard in her embrace, squashing her huge jugs against his toned chest. “Now, how about you get out of the car and let me get us home all in one piece, uh? You’re clearly in no condition to drive.”
“Yeah… Right…” Mike nodded dazedly before doing as Lyla said and taking her place on the passenger’s seat while she got behind the wheel and started the engine again.
As she drove off, Lyla couldn’t help but cast a grinning glance at a still stunned Mike. “Hey, don’t look so worried, Mikey,” she said, affectionate and upbeat as ever. “Come on, cheer up! Having sex with Mom is no big deal, really. After all, Lo and I eat each other out all the time…”
“What?!” Mike exclaimed, turning to stare at Lyla like she had two heads. “You and… But… How… I… What the fuck!”
Laughing and tucking her long blonde tresses behind her ears, Lyla hit the gas and laughed at her brother’s growing shock as she placidly said: “Okay, little brother, just calm down, sit back and relax. I think it’s about time you and I shared some sexy stories…”
*****
Choosing a long circuitous route and maintaining a low cruising speed, Lyla took her sweet time driving home while telling Mike all about how she and Lori had started having sex and how perfectly fine they both were with it. Assuring him that she was one hundred percent okay with his affair with their mom, Lyla managed to soothe Mike’s initial shock and encouraged him to talk about it, getting the whole story from the start.
By the time they got home, Mike was no longer nervous or worried. It actually felt good to share something so intense and life-changing, especially with Lyla. Even before she told him about herself and Lori doing stuff, Mike would have had no doubt that, if someone could understand and appreciate his unique relationship with their mom, that person would be Lyla.
Now that they were both talking openly about their own naughty adventures, Mike not only felt better for not having to hide such a glorious thing as being physically intimate with their mother, but he also basked in the support of his cool, beloved big sister. Lyla’s sweet and understanding smiles and that placid, open-minded way she had of resting her bespectacled gaze on him when she asked him questions put Mike in a comfortable sharing mood, while her frequent laughs and joking remarks about his being a stud gave him a nice ego boost on top of it.