Insatiable Siblings Ch. 01

Brandon grabbed her around her thighs and pulled her off the bed, holding her in the air. "I've seen you lose your temper. I'm not all that concerned. Now get dressed." He unceremoniously dropped her to her feet and then kissed her long and hard before she could protest.

Ashley sighed and then went off to find her clothes on the floor. But as he left the room, her brother looked back. "You think of a good reason and maybe Mom'll let you sleep here again tonight."

"Or maybe a few nights?" she grinned.

Brandon just rolled his eyes.

****

The kids had all been right. They received a lecture about being on time or calling when you're going to be late. It seemed their mother was completely oblivious to the fact that they were eighteen to twenty-four now, not eight to fourteen! She reluctantly accepted their excuses, more pleased to have them all sitting together at the table again than angry enough to stay upset. But she knew that was all they were -- excuses.

Dinner was pleasant enough from Elizabeth's point of view and the whole family cleaned up just like old times. But it seemed to her that the children didn't want to be there at all though, and they barely tolerated her questions about what was going on with any of them. Of course, most of the conversation was directed toward Kate, being the only one that did not live close to home, but even she seemed more interested in Kevin's constantly playing with his food as if he had regressed ten years.

Brandon and Ashley were quiet most of the time, which was not unusual in itself, as they were both natural born brooders their mother thought. But it was maddening listening to their little sarcastic quips that the rest of the family never quite caught on to. She looked at her oldest son and watched him curiously, wondering every time he glanced her way if he ever thought of that night shortly before he'd moved away. The night he'd spent with her alone -- in her arms and between her legs.

The mother shuddered to think that the rest of her children had no idea as they sat at that table. No idea that she and Brandon had spent that night in her bed loving every inch of each other until the sun came up over the horizon. But even he seemed to have forgotten that night now, even though it had really only been four months past. He had eyes only for Ash; always the proverbial overprotective big brother when it came to the baby of the family, even though she acted older and wiser than all of them at times.

Originally, Elizabeth had hoped the family would go out after dinner or play a game or something, but the kids seemed disinterested entirely. "Well, if you all would like to do you own things tonight, it's alright with me," she finally said. Everyone was quiet for a few moments. Never before had their mother offered them a way out of a dreaded family night together.

Ashley spoke first, jumping at her chance. "Well, actually ... Brandon said he would go downtown and see this movie with me ... but it plays kind of late, so I would probably end up sleeping at his place. If that's okay." Ashley bit her lip and held her breath, fearing the response.

"A movie? That sounds nice. What movie is it? Maybe your brother and sister would like to go with you."

All four youngsters froze. "Um, it's just an independent film about social oppression in Eastern Europe. I can't remember the title really." Ashley looked at her sister who was rolling her eyes. "They probably wouldn't understand it anyway."

Kate glared at her younger sister but Ashley was far from being scared of her like when they were growing up.

"I need to go get some things from my room before we leave. I'll be right back, Brandon," Ashley said. She gave a cocky grin and stuck her tongue out at her sister before heading down the hall.

While Elizabeth went into the kitchen asking Kevin to help her reach something, Kate went over and stood beside her other brother. She looked down at him, folding her arms across her chest.

"So, how long has it been going on?" she asked, a sly grin forming on her lips.

"What been going on?"

"You fucking her?"

Brandon felt himself flinch and was sure Kate had seen it. No point in denying if she pushed him too much further, but was it really that obvious?

"What they hell are you talking about?"

"Aw, c'mon. You think I'm a moron? I'm not Mom, you know."

"I don't know what you're talking about. Perhaps you need to see a therapist."

Kate's eyes widened, as did her grin. "I saw you guys at dinner. Making those little comments and bumping your hands together whenever you reached for something. You're not going to any damned movie. You're taking her back to your place for a little fuck-fest!" she hissed.

Brandon was rather taken aback for a few long moments; until it suddenly dawned on him. Kate had been flirting with Kevin too, just differently.

"And what about you?"

"What about me?" she responded, still feeling smug.

"You laughed at every stupid thing he did. I would have thought that by twenty-four you would have learned how to not act like you're in kindergarten."

"You're just mad because I have some dirt on you. Mom thinking you're such a good son and all. If she only knew you were fucking her little "Ash" behind her back..."

"Whatever, Kate. But at least we get to go back to my place. If Mom catches you though..." Brandon made a line across his neck and smiled.

"Sometimes I hate this fucking family!" she growled, knowing how right he was. She saw Ashley coming back down the hall. "You two make me sick!" And then she stormed up to her bedroom, nearly knocking her little sister over in the process.

"What was that all about?" Ashley asked.

"She thinks she knows about us."

Ashley's face went even more pale than usual. "But ... but..."

"Don't worry. She won't say anything. I'll tell you in the car."

****

Elizabeth and Kevin both looked up at the ceiling when they heard the door slam upstairs.

"What on Earth?" she asked.

"It's probably nothing. I'll go see what's wrong in a minute."

He would have left immediately, but in all honesty, he was having a much better time handing the good China down to his mother, having a clear shot of her tits in the tight v-neck blouse she had on. Kevin had noticed her more lately; probably because even though she was smaller, she reminded him in the face of Kate so much. He often wondered if she liked it dirty behind closed doors just like his sister, or if she was just as stuck up in bed as she was out in the rest of the world. He refrained from looking too much though, not wanting to be on her Black List for the rest of Kate's visit. At times, living at home after graduating definitely sucked for sure.

Elizabeth ignored the gaze of her son. She knew very well that he was taking far too long handing her the dishes and unnecessarily turned his face to look at her each time. It was the same thing the men at work did or some clerk at the department store as she waited for them to get something from the high shelf. What she really did not like though, were the feelings this produced inside her whenever it happened. Even more so the young male eyes being her youngest son's!

Kevin and Kate had never been as close to her as her other two had been, even with the trouble she had with Ash now. So perhaps that was what made it easier for Kevin to look upon her now as merely a woman and not his mother, she thought. Secretively, she still allowed herself to fantasize about her son -- and more often as of late. But it was always Brandon, not Kevin.

Brandon had been the man of the house, taking over the daily responsibilities that had belonged to their father until he'd walked out on them. So it was only natural that she turned to him mentally and emotionally in the ensuing months after that terrible divorce. Even now, it was not hard to let his face slip into her mind when the times came that she needed more than just a hot bath to relax herself. She may have been reserved, but she still knew it was only what she had needed to get over a terrible time in her life.

It took only the memory of that look they shared when she had broken down and cried in his presence; something she never did in front of her children. She had pulled back just enough for her oldest son to wipe the tears from her face and then lean his forehead against hers and tell her everything would be alright. The role of mother and son had flipped at that moment, as he consoled her like a child, holding her tight in his arms. And then she felt her nose touching his and for the briefest of moments even their lips brushed. She had pulled away, ashamed and guilty but saw the look only of compassion and understanding in her son's face.

And so, without even a word, she had led her son back to her room and back to her bed that night; waiting for him to lock the doors as she turned off the lights in the house. They were like husband and wife. But No. They were mother and son. She said this to herself from the moment she laid her head on her pillow and pulled her son down with her. And she thrilled in that knowledge. Of sharing something like that with her very own son, unbeknownst to the outside world. Thanking him and bonding with him with her heart and mind and body throughout that glorious night.

She recalled how relieved she was that she had chosen a night when Ash was reluctantly visiting her father and Kate was back at school; while Kevin was simply staying with friends.

Elizabeth had let go as she rarely permitted herself to do. She cried out with every plunge of her oldest son's long, thick cock slicing its way through her neglected pussy. Moaned in ecstasy with every swipe of his tongue in places her husband had never ventured. His whispers of "Mom" and "love you" and "so beautiful" that he slipped in at all the perfect times. And the kissing! The kissing that lasted from start to finish. So unlike his father. So passionate and loving!

The mother had wanted to ask her son where he had learned to pleasure a woman like that, at the young age of twenty-two. She pictured in her mind her sweet Brandon with his girlfriend of three years, practicing all those wonderful techniques at some hidden away place. Or maybe it was an older woman, like her that had shown him all those things. It didn't really matter though. Her son had satisfied her thoroughly and then thanked her with his cum. She could almost still feel his thick creamy sperm swimming through her pussy as she stood in that kitchen. And oh, how many times that night she had experienced that sensation!

But that was then and Brandon was gone now. And there was just something titillating about the way her youngest boy seemed to forget all about why he was in the kitchen with her at that moment; every time he looked down at her chest. She quickly forced the thought out of her head not wanting to start those feelings again with yet another son!

"So what are you planning for tonight since the other two are heading out?" she asked him.

"Oh, Kate had mentioned wanting to see some old friends that are in the area. Or maybe we'll just go for ice cream or something."

"What about Amy? Or is she not your girlfriend this week?" Elizabeth said it harshly. She never liked it that both Kevin and Kate had a bad habit of going out with one person after another -- and she knew from what she overheard later that the dates almost always ended in sex of some sort. It made her ashamed to be their mother when she thought of them doing things like that. Her own children being that promiscuous!

"Aw, Mom. She's a bore."

"You mean a bad lay?"

Kevin was quiet for a moment, afraid to even look down her blouse again.

His mother continued. "When I was Kate's age I was married and pregnant. And I had met your father by the time I was your age already. I don't understand what you kids have against settling down or at least dating the same person for longer than a month!"

He didn't have anything to say that wouldn't make her angrier. So he just stayed quiet until she took the dishes over to the sink.

"Can I go now?" he finally asked.

Elizabeth nodded in disgust and watched as Kevin went upstairs to retrieve his sister. Within a few minutes, the house was empty again. As she sat back in the recliner, she thought to herself, you have got to get a life! Living vicariously through her children just didn't cut it.

She started flipping channels and happened upon a perfectly good police drama, even if they did use harsher language than she was accustomed to. But then, out of the blue came a rather explicit love scene.

Elizabeth initially turned it off, but coming full circle on the channels and finding the couple still going strong, she kept it on this time. Surely it would be over soon anyway. It was only as the couple -- fully undressed now -- and their love making becoming more and more graphic, that she realized this was a cable station and nothing would be left to the imagination. By this time though, she was too involved to change the channel.

Elizabeth found her thighs rubbing together beneath her knee length skirt. She fought the temptation for a short while, but as the scene heated up even more, she slipped her hand inside the front of her skirt and ultimately inside her panties as well. Her fingers quickly arrived at their destination, and before she knew it, prim and proper Elizabeth Stradford had three slender fingers deeply embedded inside her pussy.

Throwing caution to the wind, she moved her other hand inside her blouse and found a way inside her bra from the front, immediately grabbing at her throbbing nipple. It had been so long since she had been with a man; the last being her Brandon months ago. Because of this, even after the scene ended, she couldn't bring herself to stop. She hated her ex for leaving her in this position, while he was off married now to some girl Kate's age.

Infuriated, she started picturing any man she could, any taboo scenario that would make her climax so she could just go to bed already. The men at the station, the cute landscaper that helped across the street. Brandon and Kevin.

Oh, Jesus that was it. Something entirely new, entirely shocking. She pictured her Kevin looking at her in the kitchen again. Only this time he hadn't turned away or ignored her question about Amy. He lovingly explained to her that his relationships were troubled because he had desired her for so many years. And then, she would tell him she understood and would hint that coming to her room after Kate was asleep would be understandable as well. Of course she would do no such thing, but in a fantasy it was what she would do.

And then Kevin would make love to her for hours. She would hold his cock and make him come inside her just like that night with Brandon, and she would make sure that her son got everything he desired from her.

Faster and faster she rubbed herself, dipping her fingers deep inside and pinching her clit while squeezing a nipple at the same time. A moan escaped her lips, and then another, and another. Elizabeth found herself gyrating in the chair as her long awaited climax approached.

On the screen, she caught a glimpse of a half dozen hard-bodied police recruits in the shower, and her body exploded into orgasm. She cried out softly as her pussy throbbed around her fingers, coating them with her juices. She lay there panting and convulsing for the next few seconds, until finally, it had all but passed.

No shame in what she had done. Not this time. Elizabeth turned off the TV and hurried upstairs to take a nice hot shower and get a well deserved good night's sleep.

To be continued...