Intervention

"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.

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.

******THE DIVORCE******

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.

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."

"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.

******MOMS DECLINE******

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 raped 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.

"I'm ok baby. Just a bad nightmare." My body was covered in sweat. "I was dreaming that some guy was raping and beating mom. Then her body changed and he was raping 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.

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.

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.

******MOMS EYES ARE OPENED******

Morning found me still making notes at the computer when Becky came down.

"Good morning big brother. I noticed that you left me sometime last night. I hope that you have decided what we are going to do about mom and those men."

"I'm sorry that I left you baby but I had some thinking to do, some research to do, then some hard decisions to make. Let's have breakfast first, then I have some ideas to get your opinion of. Then we need to talk about the future, our future to be exact."

"Sounds heavy Brett. I'll start breakfast," Becky said as we moved to the kitchen. We talked about things other than our mother until we were finished with breakfast. We cleaned our dishes and grabbed a second helping of juice. Becky sat next to me and just looked at me in anticipation.