Tina and I had just confessed the same secret: each of us has lusted for the other since we were teens. More than that, we had each confessed a love that went far beyond lust and beyond the love that a sister and brother should share.
My mother had talked Tina into joining her at my home in Southern California for an “intervention,” apparently intending to get me to stop having so much sex, or stop having sex with multiple women, or stop having sex where other people can see it. Or maybe all of that. Mom had flown out by herself the week before to “calm Thomas down” but instead had been seduced by my lover and personal trainer, Nela, into what became a threesome that brought me dangerously close to having sex with my own mother. Since then I had seen Mom and Nela once in another “69” on the patio, and according to Nela they had been together several more times behind closed doors. Mom might want me to calm down but she was clearly enjoying her first relationship with a woman.
Now Tina was suggesting that I could clear the way for our own incestuous relationship by having sex with my mother.
“It’s obvious,” said Tina. “Mom as much as told me that she wanted you. And once you two make love it’ll be pretty hard for her to criticize us for doing the same.”
“I think it’d be pretty easy to make it happen” I said. “But… how would you feel if I had sex with Mom? And how will the others feel about this?”
“I can’t speak for the others,” Tina said. “But I’m totally turned on by the thought of you and Mom making love. Especially because it means that you and I can be together, too.”
“We could do that right now,” I said. “Right here.” I pulled her to me and kissed her. She responded but then pulled away from me.
“We could,” she said. “But I need Mom to be okay with this. I want our relationship to be long-term.” She looked down, away from me. “If you do.”
I pulled her back to me and kissed her again, deeply, then held her face so that she had to look directly into my eyes.
“Yes, Tina, yes. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I told you, you’re my dream girl. I love you. I’ll give up Nela and Juana and the others to be with you.”
She pushed me away again. “Oh no you won’t, you idiot,” she said. “Your life here is the hottest thing ever. I just want to be part of it too, and I’m hoping Nela will let me into your bed.”
I was stunned. My darling little sister wanted me, but wanted me to keep having sex with other women?
I said, “Tina, I love you. I’m in love with you. I’m willing to stop ‘seeing’ other women. I’m willing to be faithful to you.”
“Fuck that,” Tina said. “First off, at this point in your life there’s no way you’d be happy restricting yourself to one lover. I’m not going to try to stop you now. Second, Big Bro: I like women, too. I want your women. If they get to have you then I get to have them. It’s only fair, right?”
“Jesus,” I said.
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Juana and Esmeralda were working in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it, Mom,” Esmeralda said, drying her hands. “That must be Julie, here to study.”
“Okay, mija,” said Juana.
“Hi Ez!” Julie came through the door and gave Esmeralda a hug, and together they walked to the dining room and Julie dumped her books on the table.
“Are you hungry?” said Esmeralda. “Mom and I are in the kitchen making lunch.”
“You bet, Ez,” said Julie. “I could eat a horse.”
“Sorry, we’re making tamales,” Esmeralda said with a grin. “Maybe we can make horse for dinner.”
“Oh, har har,” said Julie. “Do you need some help in the kitchen or should I go ahead and set up to study here?”
“We’re about done,” Esmeralda said, walking away. “Let me just finish up helping Mom and I’ll be back in a bit.”
“Okay.” Julie grabbed the science book out of her stack and thumbed to the section her class was currently studying. Then she pulled her notepad out of her backpack and was about to start the process of skimming and taking notes when she was distracted by splashing sounds from the backyard. Curious, she walked to the sliding glass door that looked out onto the patio, just in time to see a tall, tanned, well-built young man climb out of the swimming pool. She gasped and her hand flew to her mouth. The man was naked. She watched as he walked, dripping, to a lounge chair. He stood over it as he used his hands to squeegee the water out of his hair.
He’s beautiful, Julie thought. She continued watching as he lay down on the lounger and stretched out on his back and began soaking up the sun. Then she tore herself away and ran to the kitchen, passing Juana on the way. She ran up behind Esmeralda.
“Ez,” she whispered, “there’s naked man in your backyard!”
“Oh, shit,” said Esmeralda. “That’s Thomas, I mean Mr. Barker. This is his house, and he likes to suntan in the nude. I forgot to tell him that you were coming over. I’m so sorry, Julie. I’ll tell him you’re here now; I’m sure he’ll put something on so you won’t be offended.”
“Oh, I’m not offended,” said Julie. “I was just surprised. I didn’t expect to see a naked man outside. Hey, if it’s his place, he should just go for it. I don’t want to get in the way of his pleasure.”
“That’s how I feel, too,” said Esmeralda. “Not to mention that he’s nice to look at.”
“Yeah,” Julie giggled. “He’s gorgeous!”
They walked back out to the dining room and right past the books to the sliding glass door. Juana was outside with Thomas, serving tamales and beer.
“Wow, I thought your mom would be a conservative Mexican Catholic… no offense,” said Julie. “But there she is serving lunch to a naked guy!”
“You have no idea,” said Esmeralda, remembering the sight of Thomas pounding his hard cock into her mother from behind. Her pussy started to tingle and she shivered.
“Ez, suddenly I wish I’d brought my swimsuit,” said Julie.
“You won’t need one,” said Esmeralda, and Julie blushed. “But first let’s have lunch and see about studying.”
Julie reluctantly tore herself away from the window and walked with Esmeralda back to the dining room table. She heard the screen door open and close, and Juana walked up to them.
“Tamales?” she said. “And sodas?”
“Tamales and cervezas, Mom?” said Esmeralda.
“Sodas,” Juana said firmly. “Better for studying. After studying… we’ll talk.”
“Okay, Mom,” said Esmeralda.
“So,” said Julie when Juana had left, “do you get to serve Thomas when he’s naked, too?”
“Sure,” said Esmeralda.
“Really? Goddamn,” said Julie. “Lucky.”
“Whatever,” said Esmeralda.
“Has he ever tried to… you know,” said Julie.
“What?”
“You know, touch you, do things to you…”
“Thomas is a perfect gentleman, Julie,” said Esmeralda.
“A perfect naked gentleman.” Julie giggled. “So, all he does is sunbathe naked?”
Esmeralda squirmed. “Not… exactly.”
“What? What does he do? Does he masturbate?”
Esmeralda’s cheeks flushed. “Julie! No, not ever. He never does that.”
“Sorry. But… something. I can tell. He does something. What?”
Esmeralda was silent.
“Lunch!” Juana delivered plates of tamales and two icy bottle of Negra Modelo to the dining room table.
“Mom! Thanks!” Esmeralda eyed the beers.
“Well… You are such a good girl, and you and your friend are getting together to study. You deserve a beer if that’s what you want.”
Esmeralda stood and hugged her mother while Julie watched.
“Gracias, mama,” Esmeralda said. Juana smiled at her and walked back to the kitchen.
“Shit, I’m totally jealous,” said Julie.
“Why?”
“I already love your mother. I wish mine was half as cool as yours. And… you’ve got naked guys in your backyard!!”
“Guy, singular,” said Esmeralda.
Silence descended as they made short work of the tamales and sipped beer.