Sibling Discoveries Ch. 02

Author's Note

This story contains themes of incest. It is loosely based on events I experienced in the 1980s - things which I continue to benefit from today [and probably explains my sexually twisted nature]. Naturally, the names and some of the circumstances have been changed or altered for the sake of creativity and a sense of anonymity, while the Dallas area and businesses in that vicinity are factual. I hope you enjoy as we go back to a time of Ronald Reagan and the Cold War, Michael Jackson as the King of Pop, Yuppies, AIDS, and MTV! But first...

Prologue

A line of mourners filled the room to pay their respects to the woman lying inside a mahogany casket. Off to the right, three siblings stood in line shaking hands, receiving hugs and words of condolence from an assembled lot of grievers. Many of the faces that greeted them were familiar, reflections from a long-ago time and a world that no longer existed. Others were complete strangers.

During a brief gap between bereaved guests, Bobby Peterson turned to his immediate left and whispered to his stepsister Sarah, "Christ - this can't end soon enough."

"I know," she whispered back quickly as the next person headed over to express themselves.

And so it went for three hours during an afternoon in May, which just happens to be a damn fine month in Texas. The sun is always shining in a sky of clear blue, the color Crayola labels periwinkle, with the heat merely providing a foretaste of what's to come during the summer months.

But inside the Sparkman Hillcrest Funeral Home in Dallas, the contrast couldn't have been starker and the smell coming from the assortment of flowers was suffocating. Not to mention the fragrances of cologne and perfume that mingled with the floral arrangements. It was all so nauseating, leaving Bobby lightheaded and feeling ready to vomit.

Finally, though, it was over. The last of the mourners made their exit, leaving only the three siblings. They stood together looking down at their mother, each offering a silent prayer before the casket was closed for good.

The funeral director, a man who looked to be in his late sixties, sauntered over. He displayed the customary sad and solemn expression, and Bobby couldn't help but wonder if these people practice that look. Is it something they teach you when you go into the funeral home business?

In a voice that was barely audible he confirmed the details of the next day's proceedings and assured the trio they could stay as long as they needed. In that instant Bobby wanted to shout at the top of his lungs, just for the hell of it. He wasn't concerned about waking his dead mother, but it would have been fun to scare the shit out of this undertaker. Christ, he thought, I can't imagine what their lives must be like. Do they act like this all the time, or is it part of the performance they're expected to play?

Instead, Bobby and his stepsiblings each murmured their thanks before sitting down in the first row of chairs. "Just the funeral tomorrow morning and it'll all be over," Ella spoke to nobody in particular.

She was the youngest of them at 51 years old. She had cropped hair in a shade resembling caramel with piercing green eyes that belied her shyness. Her partner of many years, Chrissy, had conveniently stayed away from this somber occasion since Ella's mother had never accepted their lifestyle or their decision to live together.

"How can I explain that to my friends?" and "What would the people at the country club or church say?" were their mother's ready remarks when confronted with the reality that one of her daughters was gay. She had always maintained that Ella was just "going through a phase," despite her daughter's very lengthy and committed relationship with Chrissy.

However, Bobby's wife and Sarah's husband were also noticeably absent, preferring to pay their respects in private. There had never been any genuine affection between any of them and their mother either, especially as she never expressed any interest in anything or anyone outside her immediate orbit. If anyone inside the funeral home had noticed these obvious absences they kept silent about it, although in Highland Park that was the customary way of handling things anyway.

It had been a similar experience several years before when their father passed away and, truthfully, that had been more painful for all of them. None of the siblings technically loved their mother less, it was just that she had always been remote and removed from their day to day lives, engaged and involved in anything that wasn't her immediate family. Predominantly, however, she had always been more concerned with her station in life and keeping up appearances than the happiness of her children. It was such a contrast to how their father had acted and treated them.

His funeral had been a difficult one to endure for them due to the genuine love and affection they each had for him. Conversely, their mother's funeral was more like a formal procedure they all needed to get through - like a root canal - rather than any honest display of sadness or bereavement. That difference hadn't escaped any of the children and, truthfully, it only added to the somber reality of the situation.

"Shall we go?" Bobby asked at last. He was looking straight ahead at the closed casket and desired to be any place other than where he was.

Apparently feeling the same, Sarah stood up immediately. "Yes!"

"Mmm hmm," Ella uttered quietly as she also rose from her chair.

The three of them took a final lingering look at the casket, then walked silently out into the warm Texas evening and the fresh, aromatic smells of springtime.

They decided to treat themselves to a relaxing dinner at Bob's Steak & Chop House, a local and family favorite on Lemon Avenue. It had been almost a year since they had all been together - celebrating what would prove to be their mother's last birthday - and, contrary to many families, these siblings actually enjoyed each other's company.

As they relaxed in a very comfortable setting, imbibing alcohol and fine dining, they had an opportunity to get caught up on one another's lives.

Ella and Chrissy lived down in Austin where Ella had just been promoted as a senior project manager for a tech company and they were preparing to move into a more spacious home with their two dogs. She had a good life, a comfortable life. They had a good life together and enjoyed being in Austin where their lifestyle was less of an issue than it would have been in nearly any other place in Texas. The "Keep Austin Weird" mentality and motto suited them both perfectly.

Sarah, aged 55, and her husband Brad lived north of Dallas in Plano with their two sons, Brad's kids from a previous marriage. He was a software engineer with the Frito-Lay company at their headquarters while she taught seventh grade in a middle school in neighboring Allen.

She, too, had a good life. A fairly solid marriage, all things considered, as well as a reliable job she was good at and lived in a very spacious home in a typical suburban neighborhood. The only thing she would have liked to change was her neighbors.

Having grown up in Highland Park - an affluent community in Dallas - Sarah was used to pretentious snobs. But, the good people of Plano took things to a whole other level. The way she described it to her siblings was that Highland Park was old money and with it came a sense of responsibility. Plano, on the other hand, was all new money and with that came a sense of entitlement and selfishness. And, that, was something she absolutely hated. People consumed with themselves and their station in life had never impressed her much - she experienced enough of that shit growing up with her parents.

When it came to Bobby, also 55 years of age, things were the same as they had ever been. Working for the only company he had ever been employed with, he was a senior IT manager in charge of security out at DFW airport and lived in adjacent Flower Mound, another suburban neighborhood north of Dallas and to the west of Plano.

His personal life remained the same as well. Married to his wife Diane in his mid-twenties they were still together, although the union had never really been a solid one. At first things had been great, but after years of trying to have children - and failing - their relationship deteriorated. Bobby still loved Diane and she still loved him but their marriage was more a force of habit at this point - each of them too lazy to get divorced and start over after thirty years together. Although, Bobby suspected Diane was cheating on him. In fact, when he was honest with himself, he had to admit that she probably had been cheating on him for years.

Several hours and a few hundred dollars later, the trio of siblings returned to their parent's very spacious house on Beverly Drive in Highland Park. Although, to be honest, it was more a mansion than a house but this was the only home they had ever really known. It was the place their newlywed parents had moved into with them after the wedding and the place they had grown up in. It had been the setting of both immense joy and insufferable pain over the years for each of them.

It was also the place their mother chose to stay after their father died, despite repeated efforts by all three children for her to move into something a little more manageable. However, their mother wouldn't hear of it, claiming "too many memories." But, that was just all part of the façade she put on to convince others she had an ounce of humanity. Truthfully, she didn't care about the house. Rather, she feared that her children were just interested in selling the place and taking the money for their own selfish reasons.

The main floor of the manse contained an exceptionally large living area, formal dining room, a wide open kitchen, two full bathrooms - one on each end - and an expansive library with an adjoining office space located at the northwest corner. Upstairs there were five bedrooms and two more bathrooms, including the master bedroom that took up at least a quarter of the entire living space and included a sitting room only used by their mother. Finally, above the enormous three-car garage was another exceptionally large room, which their parents had converted into a single, separate residence. It came complete with its own kitchen, bathroom, living room and bedroom. It was here that Ella always chose to stay when she came home to visit, usually alone, wanting to distance herself as much as possible from her mother.

And it was there that Ella immediately retreated for the night while Bobby went upstairs to his own familiar and spacious room to relax a little himself. He flicked on his old stereo, still set to KEGL but now it transmitted songs he no longer recognized or care about. He flopped down on his bed, hands behind his head, and reflected on the past.

No matter how strange he felt being back in this house, especially now with the absence of his mother, there was also something wonderful and familiar about being home and lying on his bed. It was comforting. It was secure. He felt protected from the rest of the world - safe in a place that belonged only to him. In the quiet stillness of the night, his thoughts inevitably turned to the past. Once again he was powerless to prevent his mind from wandering back to a simpler time many years before.

II

It was April 1985. Bobby and Sarah were both eighteen and less than two months away from graduating high school in Highland Park, Texas. Despite their age and social activities, neither one of them had much sexual experience. It was one of the unfortunate consequences of growing up during the AIDS epidemic, when everyone was scared to death of getting the disease. Fear of the unknown kept zippers up and panties on. Consequently, one of the few experiences for either of them had been with each other just a couple weeks earlier.

It had evolved as a result of their parents fighting, perhaps the only good thing that ever came about from those endless arguments over the years. Right in the middle of the melee going on downstairs, after things had been smashed against the wall, Ella had sought comfort and refuge in Bobby's room. He had done his best to console and reassure her while also graciously allowing her to sleep in his bed for the night.

Sarah had also found her way to his room while checking on her younger sister and once Ella was snug and asleep in Bobby's bed, the two stepsiblings bonded in a way they never had before - a way neither of them could have expected. As a result, for the first time since they had all been introduced six years earlier, the three of them found a new and welcomed measure of security. Just being in each other's presence afforded a new comfort for them, and the realization that they were each going through and experiencing the same things together, perhaps, was what had connected them the most.

Yet, Bobby and Sarah discovered something else. They realized they shared a physical interest in one another.

It was during that very night, after Ella had fallen asleep and their parents had quit arguing long enough to fuck each other, when Bobby and Sarah sat side by side on the edge of his bed and unintentionally grew close. What started out simply enough turned into an exploratory adventure for both of them.

After some pleading and persuasion from his stepsister, Bobby had dropped his drawers to expose his penis to Sarah. After inspecting his manhood, making it erect and bone hard, she returned the favor by revealing her nice tear-shaped tits for Bobby to examine. It had been the first time either of them had seen any private anatomy from the opposite sex up close and personal, and it proved to be an experience that neither of them would ever forget.

What made the encounter even more meaningful was the kissing they shared afterwards. In many ways, that had been more intimate and more profound than exposing themselves to each other. If Sarah hadn't stopped things there was no telling what might have happened that night between them. But, she had stopped things from progressing and before they climbed into bed with Ella, Bobby had needed to sneak off to the bathroom to quickly rub one out. They ended that night by falling asleep together with Bobby in the middle between his two sisters - and he had never felt more needed and appreciated in his life.

Since that night, despite the newfound closeness they all benefitted from, nothing else had happened between Sarah and Bobby. It was enough that the three of them found resolve and security in each other, especially as their parents' temporary truce dissolved once again into nightly occurrences of vulgar screaming.

Yet, for Bobby, he hadn't been able to get that night - or his sister's nice tits - out of his fucking mind and it was driving him crazy. It was practically the only thing he could think about, and he certainly visualized them each and every time he jacked off.

As the days grew longer and the weather turned nicer, a wonderful and unexpected habit was initiated by their parents which gave everyone a much needed break from the incessant fighting. The Peterson family had become members of the prestigious Dallas Country Club just down the road from their home.

Now, what's true of most country clubs was doubly true about the Dallas Country Club. It was, first and foremost, a place for their parents to be seen by their snobby neighbors. In truth, it was nothing more than a hangout for SMU graduates who wanted to pretend they were still in college and have an excuse to drink heavily and act stupidly. But, as far as the kids were concerned, if it got their parents out of the house then so much the better.

Needless to say, this became their parent's ritual on weekends as well as several times during the week, leaving the three kids at home. As the children were in all in high school and largely self-sufficient at this point that was not a problem. The only real downside was that they were largely on their own for dinner, although when their parents thought about it in advance they would leave money on the kitchen counter so they could buy something. Still, from the kid's perspective, it was worth it.

The other effect of their parent's new hobby was that by the time they got home, sometimes after midnight, they were both so inebriated that they made an insane amount of noise coming in and getting themselves to bed. But, even as they bumped into furniture and slammed against the walls, at least their parents were in a happy mood. Many nights they stumbled their way upstairs to bed and fucked like rabbits and, again, at least that was better than all the yelling and fighting that had previously occupied everyone's nighttime schedule.

On this particular evening in April, their folks had rushed home, thrown some money on the counter and scooted out again not wanting to be late for some wine tasting event at the club. Bobby, Sarah and Ella exchanged looks, shrugged their shoulders and went about their business in much the same manner they always did. Such was their new routine. Honestly, their situation wasn't much different from what their peers in high school were experiencing. It was a consequence of being the child of Yuppies in the '80s, especially in a place like Highland Park.

Shortly thereafter, after finishing his math homework, Bobby grabbed the money and went out to pick up Pizza Hut for everyone. When he returned, Ella was ensconced on the couch watching MTV, the only thing on television all three of them could agree on to watch.

Placing the pizza boxes on the kitchen counter, he called out to Ella that the pizza was here then set about trying to find Sarah to inform her of the same thing. Unfortunately, he couldn't seem to locate her anywhere. When he asked Ella about her sister's whereabouts she just pointed toward the sliding glass doors that led out back to a large patio and pool area. Ella's focus was on the television where, not surprisingly, they were playing "We Are the World" once again. That video played and replayed endlessly that April and Ella never seemed to tire of watching it.

Glancing out back he saw Sarah reclining on one of the long chaise lounge chairs. She was wearing a black two-piece bathing suit and listening to her Walkman. Shit, he thought, the same instant his dick jumped inside his shorts. He immediately focused on her tits and remembered how they had felt in his hands. He couldn't help but wonder - once again - what she looked like completely naked. Without any conscious thought, as though lost in a trance, he slid open the doors and walked outside with dinner and pizza nothing but a fading memory.

He made his way slowly over toward his stepsister and sat down on an adjacent lounge chair. She had her eyes closed but he could clearly hear the sounds of Bruce Springsteen's Born in the U.S.A. coming out of the headset she was wearing.

Instinctively sensing another presence, Sarah opened her eyes and saw Bobby seated in the chair next to her. He was staring over at the pool, watching the little automatic cleaner as it slowly worked its way around the water.

She, too, had enjoyed their experience together a couple weeks prior and relished the new relationship she had with him. It was a nice change from what it had been. Bobby had always treated her with disdain, as if he had no use for her at all. The only way they had communicated before was through sarcasm or anger. It was a relief that now they could at least be civil together.

Yet, their relationship was also more than that now. Lingering glances and awkward smiles between them had become commonplace, and Sarah found herself thinking often about that night together. As she drifted off to sleep each night she would visualize his penis and recall how it grew hard from her touch. She increasingly had desires to see her stepbrother naked and to mess around with him. Even more, she longed to be in his arms and kissing him.