Secrets of Taboo Pond

Mom asked, "You think the alien planted the idea in their heads?"

I answered, "I think it's possible we're all being mentally manipulated to serve its purposes in some way, yes. We already know it's capable of erasing our inhibitions. I'm not clear whether that's only something in the water or if its telepathic abilities are involved, since it doesn't happen when it's asleep or when the water is taken away from here. But if it is telepathically removing our taboos, why would I think it can't also alter or plant thoughts? All these years, Mom, you've based your belief that the pond doesn't create desire on the fact that nothing same-sex happened. But, what if those were simply the pairings the alien wanted, with Dad and Grandma only coupling to spur you and Grandpa to have sex? They didn't pursue it again afterward, but you and Grandpa did, year after year, but only here. Could the taboo be part of what it likes and it didn't need you to get together away from here?"

Mom said, "Breaking the taboo helps get it off, you're saying? I suppose that's possible. There are plenty of humans who get off on incest as a fantasy because of its emotional context. Why not an empathic alien?"

Turning back to my sisters, I asked, "So, I'll ask you two again. Was that when you started to think about having my children or not? And did anything convince you that it would be safe?"

Claire responded, "It was before last spring, at least for me. Wishing you somehow weren't my brother so I could have your babies was my birthday wish when I turned 18, right here at the camp, but I'd already been thinking about it. Rather than pursue you, I focused on finding a guy just like you. I thought then and now that you're perfect for me, Pete, except for being my brother. I didn't think I had a chance to have sex with you until we came here last year and we discovered what the pond could do."

"Which you thought took away my ability to turn you down," I grumbled. "What about you, Meg?"

Megan answered, "I felt really attracted to you over the summer we turned 18, but I wasn't thinking about having your kids until Claire brought it up after we'd been with Grandpa and we agreed to do it together. The only obstacle then was getting you up here in March. Instead, Mom asked you and we had to join in. Not because we thought the pond would make you say yes, just that it made it more likely."

"So, you both had some incestuous desire toward me before the pond erased the taboo and Claire was already thinking about having my kids. What about toward each other?"

Claire said, "That desire's been there our whole lives, I think, but we didn't act on it."

"Anyway, what caused you to come up here on your own, last year?"

"You're thinking the alien coaxed us here long distance?" Megan asked.

"Don't answer my questions with questions, Meg," I snapped. "This is too important. Why did you come here?"

"I wanted to see what the camp was like this time of year, since we always waited until Memorial Day to visit and I never understood why. I dared Claire to swim in the pond with me before we got here, too. We weren't expecting Grandpa to be around, since we knew he and Mom had come here the weekend before to open the camp. Before you suggest it, neither Grandpa nor Mom talked with us in between them being here and our deciding to come, so the alien didn't influence them to suggest it."

I said, "I'm more concerned about the alien possibly planting the idea in your head the summer before, when you turned 18. I know Grandpa says it hibernates during our summer, but the water does still have a mild effect. Maybe it's still partially conscious or doesn't sleep a full 24 hours. We held your 18th birthday party here, remember? The water could still have influenced Claire's birthday wish and how you felt toward me that summer. Or maybe it just read Claire's wish for my child and needed her to conceive here so it could prevent any genetic problems for us? While getting you to believe that doing so would be safe, despite all the warnings we get about incest causing birth defects."

Claire said, "That's sounding a little contrived and paranoid, Pete. The idea of coming here last year was Meg's, not something I'd been thinking about since the previous year. And if it was going to plant a post-hypnotic suggestion in both our heads, why didn't it also plant one in yours so we'd be here at the same time? Also, I don't see anything it has done that's hurt us. If it's ensuring the health of my baby--babies--I'm grateful."

I mulled that over before saying, "It did make it sound like it was reacting to what the three of you wanted, rather than driving your choices. So, maybe I'm being suspicious for nothing. Although I'll point out that if it had gotten us to rendezvous last year, you would have still had your IUDs in and you wouldn't have gotten pregnant. What you're saying, though, is that the idea to have my babies was your own, despite the expected risks, the choices to come to visit the pond last March and again now were also yours and you're 100% responsible for tricking me into getting you both pregnant today. Is that about it?"

"Yeah. Were you trying to come up with reasons why we weren't responsible? To make it easier to forgive us?"

"No, I wasn't trying to forgive you. That's going to take some time, to be honest. I was trying to figure out if we're in danger of being mentally controlled," I said. "I have a hard time believing that the only thing the alien wants from us is to provide it a few orgasms each spring. Did it actually alter my DNA, instead of just preventing problems? What more might it be doing to this new generation of children right now?"

Mom asked, "Pete, if I were stranded alone on a planet, unable to move, those orgasms and the mental contact associated with them might be awfully valuable. Without us here, it would be entirely alone and was alone for decades before Dad bought this land. I'm with Claire. I see no sign that its intentions are harmful. I don't regret anything that's ever happened here. Certainly not conceiving you and I won't regret this new child, either. If you really think it's pursuing some additional agenda, ask it if it appears in your dreams again. Otherwise, we're just going in circles speculating. Let's get back to sleep. Girls, tomorrow we can talk about how you plan to complete your college educations with three babies to raise."

"Yes, Mom," they both said.

~~~~~

Mom and my sisters fell back asleep quickly, but it took me about 20 minutes that I spent listening for the alien's voice in my head. When I did fall into slumber, it didn't visit me again that I remember.

The sensation that woke me in the morning was one tongue rimming my ear while another circled one of my nipples, just before a mouth engulfed my morning wood. The sparkling sensations from the day before were indeed gone, but what remained was more than enough to make my toes curl. I kept my eyes closed for nearly another minute, trying to see if I could guess who was who, but failed totally. There were too many sensations to separate and not enough experience being with them to discern differences in their actions. I surprised myself by wishing I had many more opportunities to be with all of them so I could learn.

I also no longer felt angry with my sisters. I hoped it wasn't because the alien had altered my emotions in the night. I prefer to think it was my love for them winning out.

Don't mistake me. I hadn't forgiven them yet. I just no longer felt the blazing hot anger I had.

When I opened my eyes, I discovered that it was Mom kissing around my ear and neck, Claire kissing from one nipple to the other and Megan sucking my cock as deep into her mouth as she could without gagging.

An involuntary grunt alerted the three of them that I was awake, before I could mutter, "Morning."

"Morning, lover," Mom whispered into my ear, before licking it some more.

Claire moved down my torso and straddled my legs to fuck me cowgirl style again, making eye contact with me but not saying a word.

Megan crossed behind Claire and moved into a 69 position with Mom. Her pussy was an enticing distance from my face, as I watched Mom's tongue slide between her wet labia.

I returned my eyes to Claire, as her smaller boobs began to jiggle on her chest in time with her rise and fall on my cock. I moved my hands to grasp both small mounds, the two hard nipples pressing into my palms at first. As I squeezed her breasts, I moved my hands so the nipples slid between the middle and ring fingers of each hand, which let me squeeze them separately.

"Oh, fuck, Pete, that's good," she finally said, breaking her silence.

"I shouldn't... love fucking my... family so much," I said, between gasps. "But I do. I love you all. I love showing... it this way. I don't... want to stop."

"Me neither," she gasped, with the kind of smirk on her face that said she was happy I wasn't angry with her.

Mom was moaning more loudly into Megan's pussy and I took another look over to the two of them. Mom noticed and winked at me, while she was thrusting two fingers inside Megan and rapidly circling her clit with her tongue.

I said, "The tingle is gone, this morning."

Pausing atop me, Claire said, "We noticed already. Can you still make me come without it?"

"I think I can manage."

Our love making was slow only in comparison to the night before, working Claire up to orgasm three separate times, before my cock finally blew a load deep into her already pregnant body. I estimated that my Mom and sister had come beside us as many times each. My cock, no longer boosted by the pond, went soft rapidly after that. We cuddled together as Mom and Megan did the same.

"Bacon, eggs and hash browns sound good for everyone?" I asked, when everyone's breath had gotten back to normal. "I sure know I've worked up an appetite in the last 24 hours."

Mom asked Megan, "Can you and Claire strip this bed and get the sheets into the washer, while Pete and I cook breakfast?"

"Sure, Mom."

While Claire and Megan were down in the basement and Mom and I were cooking breakfast, she asked, "How are you feeling about the baby news, honey? Honest answer."

"Nervous acceptance, I guess," I answered. "I can't undo it. Rather, I won't ask any of you to abort. I'll eventually forgive them for tricking me. I love them too much for that and the anger I felt at first has already faded. What bothers me the most right now is that I will have to keep it a secret. I'll be a dad times four, but I won't be able to tell anyone. I'll be Uncle Pete to Claire and Megan's kids and a big brother to yours. And that's it."

"Your father--Grandpa--felt the same way."

"Then, why didn't he tell me, once I was old enough to understand?" I asked. "I loved him like a dad. Why couldn't he let me call him that, at least once?"

Mom answered, "A mix of being afraid that you'd reject him if he did tell you and an acceptance in his heart that the label really didn't matter. That the love did. And he loved you like a son, even if he never called you that. So will you, in time."

"Hmmm. And you decided to wait until this week to tell me yourself. Figuring that it would go down easier with a serving of pond water to erase the reaction the incest taboo might have caused?"

"In part. I also wasn't sure you'd believe the whole story without a demonstration. Only to find out that the story is even weirder."

"If we know the full story, even now," I said.

Mom asked, "You're still thinking the alien has other motives?"

"Something about what we know just doesn't feel right, like there must be something more."

We heard my sisters coming back up the stairs, so set aside that conversation and finished plating the food for breakfast.

Mom then lectured the girls on staying in school and they promised they would, with a plan to find a larger apartment to share with Matt and Mark. Not quite that short a conversation, but I don't want to regale you with every word.

After breakfast, I followed Grandpa's instructions for doing a diagnostic test on the solar power system, which didn't show any problems, followed by a visual inspection of the panels on the roof and on the hill behind the house. Mom and my sisters worked on dusting and other cleaning inside, as the day was cooler. After a lunch of sandwiches, Megan and Claire departed to return to their school. They both kissed me and apologized once more for tricking me.

Dark clouds were beginning to roll in as we watched them drive away, and I asked Mom, "Does the forecast call for rain, this week? We still have yard work that needs to be done."

Mom answered, "You get the mower out now and I'll go check the forecast."

I had just finished mowing the grass between the cabin and pond and shut off the engine, when Mom came out to the deck and said, "The forecast calls for rain starting tonight and continuing to Thursday."

"So much for the other outdoor spring cleaning," I said. "It will probably be too wet to do much after the rain stops, too."

"Don't worry about it. Rain gives us more time to cuddle before the fire, watch movies, fuck," she responded with a big grin on her face. "That was always the main purpose of coming here with Dad, anyway, unless our inspections uncovered something that needed to be repaired without waiting for parts. If I'm placing home as off-limits to sex, I want more opportunities to fuck you before we leave, anyway."

"Do you want me to turbo-charge in the pond, so we can repeat what happened last night, but just the two of us?"

"Not tonight, but maybe in a few days?

I put the mower away and went into the house. We started another fire and spent the rest of the day and night in the living room, alternating between movies and sex, finally climbing the stairs to Mom's bed, around 10.

The slower pace and softer lovemaking was a nice change of pace, compared to how Saturday had gone. Cuddling and kissing in between rounds was what I appreciated the most. Having an unending erection isn't always the best thing. We alternated a bunch of positions for intercourse, but focused on keeping each other in eye contact.

Rain continued on Monday and we spent the whole day much the same way.

~~~~~

Tuesday morning, we swam in the pond--now totally free of ice--for a long time, while rain fell around us. The sensory effects were perhaps even stronger, when we started to make love inside before the fire. Everything was intense, but the water kept us invigorated longer than I expected. I think I actually came 10 times over the course of the day. I have no idea what Mom's total was, since some ran together.

This was pure fucking, using almost every position we hadn't tried over the two previous days. Perhaps my favorite of the day was leaning Mom over the couch and fucking her from behind, while I held her around the breasts with both hands. Every stroke into her landed with a pop of my groin against her buttocks that felt like a thunderclap, while I pulled her back into me. Her buttocks shook with every impact, causing grunts and moans. She had four shuddering orgasms, where she almost lost her ability to stand, before I had another of those lightning bolt ejaculations, my semen leaping out of my cock into her along bursts of pleasure we both felt. I was still hard after it, so I kept right on fucking her to two more orgasms before I came again.

"God, the cum is running down my legs," Mom said, pulling away from me and turning around. "You're no cleaner. We need a shower before dinner, or we'll mess up the chair cushions."

We used the shower in the downstairs bathroom. But, when I tried to wash Mom's pussy clean, my fingers wound up stimulating her and she had another orgasm. "Damn, I'm not going to get clean this way," she laughed, once her moans stopped. "Let me finish and you wash yourself, you orgasm inducer."

The turbo charge faded around midnight and we fell asleep in each other's arms on the living room floor.

~~~~~

Eating breakfast on Wednesday morning while it poured outside again, Mom shocked me when she asked, "Do you think we could duplicate what the girls are doing? Find another incestuous couple to pair with and hide our incest behind two legal marriages? A dad and daughter? Bonus if we fall in love with them, so we can be a true foursome?"

I looked her in the eyes and said, "First, I'm not sure how we would go about finding them. It's not like there's some dating site or registry set up for it. Second, I thought you wanted to limit our sexual relationship to here and keep home off limits?"

"I can change my mind, can't I? I don't know that I'll be able to resist you, after this week. I love you, Pete, not just as my son or as my brother. Full-on romantic love. The kind that makes me wonder if we've loved each other in past lives and just wound up relatives in this one. Blame the alien if you want, I don't care. I want you as my mate, even if you can't be my husband. And I want us to raise our child together."

"And I love you just as much... Barbara." I said. "Ohh, that doesn't feel right in my mouth."

Mom chuckled and said, "You can't afford to use my real name, any more than your sisters can call you Uncle Pete. Stick to Mom."

"You're right. At the same time, I have to continue looking like I have a social life, while we look for a couple we may never find."

"Unless we use the pond to unlock their incest taboo, too," she said and I choked on my coffee.

When I stopped sputtering, I asked, "Are you serious? How is that ethically different from using a date rape drug?"

Mom answered, "Do you really think I would do that? I stand by what I've said all along, that the pond--or the alien--doesn't create desire where it didn't already exist. It just removes the taboo, allowing you to say yes when your heart wants to say yes but society would tell you to say no. I wouldn't bring another couple here unless I was convinced they were attracted to each other. Do you remember our first time, down on the dock? I asked you if you wanted to have sex. Do you remember your answer?"

"Yes, more than anything."

"Did the alien put those words in your mouth? Take away your ability to say 'no'? Make you feel differently about me than before? Or did it simply unlock the intellectual opposition to it, the taboo society hits us with? Think about how you felt."

I examined my memories for almost a minute before answering, "Besides feeling extremely aroused physically, the only thing that felt different emotionally was surprise that the taboo was gone. What I felt about you, about your sexy body, was the same. Amplified, maybe, but the same. The taboo was what kept me from acting on that attraction."

Mom nodded, saying, "Exactly. You already desired me, but resisted that because of what society told you. I certainly never lectured you about being too affectionate with your sisters or anything like that. If something had happened sexually between the three of you before this weekend, I would only have cautioned you about keeping it a secret. And then maybe joined in with you."

"The thing is, Mom, you still used lies of omission to get me into the pond, just like Claire and Megan did in not warning me that they stopped using contraception. Why is that okay?"

"I was seeking your consent, where it mattered. They weren't, not regarding the pregnancies. That's the difference. I believe that I could have seduced you without coming to the pond, given enough time. I almost tried last summer, once you were the last member of the family who hadn't committed incest, but I felt it needed to be one-on-one time between the two of us and this Spring Break was my first opportunity for us to be alone. Had we arrived to find the pond still covered by ice so we couldn't put the docks in, I was going to try and get you into my bed anyway. The pond served as a shortcut, only. But it was never about taking your consent away."