House of Lies Pt. 01

"This movie again?! Uhhhhm...say Uncle Sean...have you seen your son anywhere around here?"

"Ladybug, je crois que je l'ai vu descender" (Ladybug, I think I saw him go downstairs). He responded in perfect French without looking back at her.

"Uhhhhh...right. Mom, can I get a translation please?!"

"He said Scott's in the gym. And this is one of our favorite movies. Now HUSH! We're missing one of the best parts!"

Sydnee looked at her older kin with raised eyebrows. In all the time she had known her mother, she had never acted like this. She never saw her mother enjoying a movie with her father. So calm. So, at peace...so content. And yet...she was like this with her BROTHER!! If she was mindful of the idea that her Mom and Uncle Sean were intimate before...she was almost be assured of the idea now. Heading in the direction of the kitchen and its entrance to the basement, Sydnee went in search of a reassuring collaborative mindset in her cousin Scott. If only she could have turned into a fly on the wall, she might have seen her mother remove the pillow under her head and return to showing appreciation to her favorite toy.

"...57, 58, 59..." Scott Laughlin was in the middle of his fourth set of free weights. Looking to add more power to his tennis game. With earbuds in, listening to DJ Mack's old tune, "It's My Time Now," he was trying to chase away the thoughts that plagued his mind. While he sat in his room after dinner, Blake sent him several pictures of he and a few of their friends and colleagues having the wildest of times. Especially considering they were all having an orgy with a few of the female athletes from school. Pictures of girls giving blowjobs, back shots, and body parts. Most of them surrounding Selena Marquez. All of them conveying the idea; "wish you were here!"

But Scott was so shaken that when he had taken his inflated meat out of its holster and was beginning to give it some attention, when he closed his eyes and thought of Selena's beautiful light caramel skin, long bouncy hair, and slight curves....a picture of Sydnee took over and wouldn't let go. Scott had promised himself that he wouldn't jack off to Sydnee anymore....she was his cousin. He loved her like a sister, and thoughts like that had almost brought him to saying things that would no doubt destroy that relationship. So, he did as his coach always taught him when his mind wandered to dangerous things; repurpose that energy into positive action. Thus now, he was downstairs in the gym...trying to push his dirty thoughts away.

Sydnee reached the landing to the converted basement in the house and for the second time in as many minutes, she had to stop short. She watched in amazement as Scott was lying on the bench, the free weights powering his muscles to flex over and over again. His body showing the power stored within it. From his sweat covered bare chest (he obviously had removed his shirt due to the heat in the room), to his bulging arms, to his spandex covered legs that showed the awesome bulge of his....JESUS!!! Sydnee had to take a double take look when she spied the huge outline of her cousin's fat ass cock straining against the white fabric of his spandex athletic shorts. The same kind he wore under his tennis outfits. And my God! Was her cousin blessed! Creeping up in hopes of not scaring him....Sydnee moved to a better position to get Scott's attention. But as she moved, his cock only seemed to get bigger. FUCK! How big could the damn thing get?!!!

"Scott? Scooottt?!"

The sound of his name being called broke through the music in his ears. Opening his eyes, Scott was shocked to find himself looking dead into the eyes of his cousin Sydnee.

"FUCKING HELL SYD!!!!" Scott shouted! So great was his surprise that he dropped the weights without thought to the floor. The heavy objects landing with a loud crash.

"What the fuck are you trying to do? Give me a heart attack?! Don't sneak up on me like that!!!" Snatching the buds from his ears, Scott sprang up to a sitting position and held his hand to his chest. If he had a stethoscope, he wouldn't be surprised if he could hear his heart beating 20,000 beats per minute!

"I'm sorry Scott...I thought you might have heard me. I didn't see the earbuds in your ears."

"Well...you have my attention now." Scott replied, his hand stationed over his chest.

"I-I-I wanted to talk to you. IS that cool?"

Scott looked at his cousin with a side eye. She had been acting just as funny as his dad the past few days. Deep down, he was nervous to find out what was on her mind.

"Yeah...sure....Ok. Can you spot me? I'm not done with my workout yet." He stated while leaning back onto the incline bench.

"Sure."

Sydnee took up the appropriate position right above her cousin's head; without thinking about the area in which he would lie.

"Scott...I'm worried about my Mom."

"Oh...what about?" He strained in response.

"I just came from upstairs, and..."

"Go on..."

"My mom had her head in your dad's lap. Scott...I really think they are..." she looked around without thinking of it. A momentary loss of place as she knew they were alone. "I think they are having incest."

"OH, MY GOODNESS.....UNNNNHH...THIS AGAIN?!"

"Yes Scott!! This again!!! It concerns me; ok?!"

"Why are you so concerned with what your mom and my dad do anyway? They're both grown. And besides....I know my Dad is happy at least. And if he's happy and your mom's happy...what's the difference?" Scott said shoving the heavy weights away from his chest.

"Yeah but...what if it goes further than that Scott? You know what I just heard?"

"What?!"

Sydnee drew a deep breath before she continued. "Tiffany just told me about Marcie and Greg...you remember them from last year? Well...apparently the two of them got caught fucking...and their parents lost it!!! Kicked them out of the house and everything!!"

Scott continued pushing the weights into the air. Yet, when Sydnee reminded him of his former sibling classmates getting caught fucking...the old thoughts came back into his head. Worse still, he finally noticed the precarious position Sydnee had placed herself in. Standing at the head of the workout bench, he had a fully, unobstructed view of the middle of her pajama clad crotch. Upon inhaling and exhaling...a slight odor wafted into his nostrils. An unmistakable scent that could only mean that, somewhere in her mind...his cousin was aroused...if only slightly. Either way, his thoughts were becoming more jumbled, more erratic...and unfortunately...back to being horny.

Sydnee felt trapped. It suddenly dawned on her that thinking and talking about incest was turning her on immensely. Right then...she could feel her pussy getting hot, thinking about why and how the siblings came to sleeping together. As if to add insult to injury, her eyes roamed up her cousin's body. It was most apparent that lifting weights was having a tremendous effect on Scott's body. With every lift, his chest seemed to expand looking longer and leaner. But her eyes drifted too far. Catching sight of the massive outline of his cock. From this angle, the damn thing seemed to have grown even bigger. Almost pulsating under his exercise shorts. For a split second, she faltered; as her mind drifted to thinking about how it might feel having him stick his fat, thick cock into her pussy. It had been awhile since Sydnee had ridden a cock...aside from her late night, self-pleasure sessions...she was in desperate need of a tune up. Shaking her head of the thoughts...she pressed on. Trying to gauge her cousin's reaction.

"Scott...what if this is the reason they got divorced? What if they have fallen in love? What if..."

"What if your mom and my dad have fallen in love?! Would that be such a bad thing? Hell...I think it's probably the bravest thing I've ever heard of in my life!"

"But Scott...that would be...I mean...that would make us...For God's sake Scott...that's INCEST!!! How in God's name do you consider that BRAVE?!!!!"

Scott pressed the bar full of weights for the final time. Letting the metal bang into the bar holder to emphasize his irritation. Standing up, he whirled into his cousin's space, staring her dead in the eyes. His hazel orbs ablaze.

"YEAH!!! IT IS BRAVE as far as I'M concerned! As self-absorbed as you talk about this situation; has it ever occurred to you how much bravery it takes for a man to look at the last person in the WORLD he should be looking at and tell that person that you are IN LOVE with them? That you can't possibly see yourself living without that person? That you love them mind, body and soul? That you are willing to brave ANYTHING the world might throw at you if they ever found out? Yes Sydnee. I HAVE thought about this subject quite a bit. And in the end...if the worst part of that is that they MIGHT lose their jobs, or that you become my SISTER...then I CAN live with that! Especially if my Dad remains HAPPY! If being my sister is too much of a step for you to take...maybe it's not THEM that has the problem...maybe it's YOU!!!!"

Sydnee backed down in the wake of Scott's ire. She had never seen this side of him before. And it frightened her. If only for a moment. Snatching the towel from the end of the bench, Scott marched off in search of a shower. Maybe if he took a cold one, he would cool off from the fire that burned in his belly. If nothing else...maybe it could cool the raging erection that was threatening to bust a hole in his shorts.

"Whe-Where are you going?!" Sydnee asked...trying desperately to hold back the tears.

"To take a SHOWER!! Wanna come? Oh wait...that would be incest wouldn't it? What else do you want?!" Without waiting for a reply Scott took the stairs two at a time. Leaving his cousin to wrestle with her feelings...alone.

"What if I don't WANT to be JUST your sister..." She said. The warm stuffy air of the basement gym, giving no immediate answer.

The hot water splashed like medicine over the chocolate skin of Scott Laughlin. His body was tired, the 8 reps of free weights doing the work of ripping his body into shape. Draining the nervous energy from his body. But it was still his mind and heart that gave him trouble. He loved Sydnee. Mind, body and soul, his cousin was like his kindred spirit. She made him feel whole in the absence of any other siblings. She made him smile, made him laugh, made him think, and also gave him some of the hardest cocks he has ever had since he started noticing girls period. Just like tonight, when Sydnee stood over him. It was obvious that Sydnee had sex on the brain. He could smell her arousal through her pajamas. Her scent still sticking with him even after he had stroked his frustration down the drain. He almost hated himself for needing that release. But he couldn't help it. Sydnee was always on his mind. Her smile, her touch, her laugh, her body...everything about her...made him want so much more than just being her cousin. But, with her obsession over their parents, and her reaction to the same...he had to push the demons out of his mind. Sydnee would never think of doing such a thing as being with him. They were cousins. Close as siblings...but cousins none the less. So, he had to keep his mouth shut. Watch his words, least they betray him and mess up the best thing that could ever happen to him.

Shutting off the water, Scott dried himself. The large terry cloth towel wiping away the droplets of water with ease. Scott smiled. As he looked in the steam fogged mirror, he saw that the navy blue towel he was using was the one he saw her washing two weeks ago. Laundry was one of their shared chores and it had been her turn. It had been a funny time. Catching her bent over placing the load in the dryer, he picked up a shorter hand towel, twirled it tight, and snapped her on the butt. Over and over again, Scott snapped the towel at Sydnee. Causing her to go into fits of laughter. To block his attacks, she held up the same large towel that he currently used on himself. "Oh...the irony." He thought.

Immediately, Scott began to feel bad for snapping at Sydnee like he did. He too had been wrestling with the idea of his Dad and Aunt committing incest. It was a thought that initially, gave him pause. But even if they were, his dad really had changed. No longer morose and brooding. Always happy to come home. He was the almost footloose, fancy free dad that he was when Scott was younger. A ready smile at any time. Maybe he was just more accepting of the situation than Sydnee was. For a moment, he felt like a true heel. He needed to speak to his cousin and smooth things over. If she was having trouble coming to grips with their parents decision...then the least he could do; was be there for her.

Pulling on his boxers and pajama pants (Scott hated wearing a shirt after a workout), he tossed the towel into the hamper, shut off the lights, grabbed his toiletries, and exited the bathroom. The house was silent. He could no longer hear the TV on downstairs and Sydnee's light was off. Just as he was about to reach for the knob on his door, two things hit him in the face like a Mike Tyson Haymaker. The first; was that Sydnee's door was cracked. Thus, he noticed that her light was out. The second, was the tiny, almost muted sound of moaning that came from her room. Tip toeing closer, the sound grew louder, if ever so slightly. Scott cracked the door no more than an inch, not wanting to disturb whatever was going on inside.

Sydnee was lost in it. The sensations coursing through her body sending mini-earthquakes rippling through her very being. She had walked back upstairs to her room and shed her pajamas. Her mind filled with too much stimulation. She felt as if she would burst. With her eyes closed, she sank one, then two fingers into her pussy. Finding the walls slick with her juices. Getting wetter as she rubbed her hidden treasure spot. At first, she pictured getting together with Blake. His hands caressing her naked body as their tongues danced. Jockeying for dominance. His kisses fell down her body. Nuzzling and licking the brown nubs of her chest.

"ZING!" The orgasmic feeling shot through her as her fingers found her nipple. Twisting it as in her dream. Sydnee's breath caught in her throat. Barely stifling the moan from coming past her lips.

Dream Blake ventured further, his head leaving a trail of soft, wet kisses down her trunk. She knew where his ultimate destination was. "Oh fuck....Blake." She said, barely above a whisper.

He made it. His strong white hand dividing her smooth ebony legs to get to her over heated center.

"Oh fuck...Blake..."

He dove in. Hungrily lapping at her dew-covered pussy lips.

"ZING!!" Another sensation shot through her. She panted. Her breath ragged as her impending orgasm was building higher. As if on their own, Sydnee's right hand found contact with her clit. Rubbing it in small circles in tune to her imaginary lover's lingual assault.

"Oh my....FUCKING GOD!!"

In her mind, Sydnee was close. Her dream of running her hands through the long, blond hair of her Nordic lover bringing her damn near to the edge of insanity. Her back arched, The hairs on her skin raised. Sweat beaded on her brow. She was almost there.

Her lover came up, she could almost smell the musk of her adoration on his breath. She opened her eyes. No longer was it Blake. She was instead staring into the hazel eyes and soft smile of her caramel skinned cousin....Scott.

"Sydnee...I love you. Always have." He said.

He shoved his long, hard, thick cock into her very being. Without thinking about it, Sydnee shoved three fingers of her right hand into her walls. Her imagination taking over. Her hand rapidly fucked her hole. Matching the strong, hard, thrusts of her cousin's body into her.

"OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH SHIT!! OH! OHH!! OHHHH!!! FUCK ME!!! FUCK ME!!! FUCK ME!!!!!"

Working in unison, Sydnee's hands worked themselves into a frenzy as she rubbed her clit and fucked her hole with reckless abandon. By now she could feel her pussy ejecting copious amounts of her cum all over her digits. No doubt making a wet mess of her comforter and sheets. But she cared not...she was about to cross the threshold into Nirvana.

"OH GOD! OH FUCK!! I'M CUMMING!! I'M CUMMING!!! OH FUUUUCK!!! SHIT!!!!! SCOOOOOOOOOTTTTT!!!!!"

That was all. Her ass shot off the bed as her body contracted. The powerful orgasm taking over her entire existence. Her eyes rolled back, her knees locked, and the rest of her body trembled like a leaf in a hurricane. Grabbing her favorite teddy bear, Sydnee screamed her exultation into the furry material. her bed almost rocked violently as she succumbed to the ecstasy of her dream world. It took several minutes for the waves of pleasure to finish racking her body. Even as the final shock waves coursed through her, and her breath started coming back to normal...Sydnee slid gingerly under the covers of her bed. Her eyes closing to the reality of her heart's dilemma. Closing her eyes, she only hoped she would sleep through the difficult choice that weighed her down. Maybe in the land of dreams, her heart could get its desires.

Scott was stuck in his tracks. Watching the most erotic thing his eyes ever beheld. In the moonlight coming through her window, he watched as his cousin lie naked on her bed masturbating. Even though he had launched his seed into the swirling water of the shower just a few minutes earlier, he could barely restrain himself from stroking his bulging dick again. Even in silhouette, Scott marveled at his cousin's beauty. He could hear and smell her excitement as he took in the show. Yet, his heart sank when he thought he heard her call out "Blake." God, why did it have to be HIM? Of all the guys at school, why the one guy he thought was a piece of trash, did his cousin have to fall for HIM?!" He was right about to close the door, when she went into her final stanza. She bucked, she cried, she shot off the bed...and she called his name! His mouth dropped open. Caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. As she came down, her body shivering and quaking all over, he silently closed the door.

Scott tiptoed quietly back to his room. Doing his dead level best to not make a sound. Flopping on his bed, he pulled the covers over himself, wondering if he would be able to sleep at all. Inside, he was a wreck. His emotions swinging like a run-away pendulum. After all this time and all the contradictory arguments about his feelings for Sydnee...she cried his name as she masturbated. Was this real? Could she POSSIBLY feel the same way as him? Would it WORK?! What if they got CAUGHT?!!! What if his Aunt hated him forever?!! What if SHE DID?!

No. He figured. She was just caught up in the moment of her ecstasy. Possibly thinking about the conceivability of their parents deviance. It was a mirage. An illusion. A moment of misspoken happenstance. Scott wiped the tears from his eyes. Curling the edge of his pillow, he allowed his heart to bleed its song of whoa at the terrible situation he was in. Somehow...he had to make it right. She could despise him forever. But that was a price he was willing to pay, for doing the right thing...for the one he loved.

Dr. Sean Laughlin sat in his office a bundle of irritated nerves. With the door locked, and the lights off, he slammed two Extra Strength pain killers into his mouth to kill the tension headache that was raging behind his eyes. Phone cradled to his ear, he needed desperately to talk to the one person in the world that could make him feel better.

"Kayla, I just...I just..aaaaargh."

"I know Sean." Came Kayla's soothing voice. "Breathe sweetie. Breathe with me...in...out...in...out..."

After several minutes, Sean's ire dissipated slightly. At least enough to speak rationally.

"I just can't believe it." Sean stammered through another bout of pain. "I thought it was all over and done with."