Sibling Discoveries Ch. 05

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 long line of mourners gathered in the grand foyer of an immaculate and enormous main building at the Sparkman-Hillcrest Funeral home in Highland Park, a swanky upscale neighborhood in Dallas. This building, and entrance, proved once again that everything was bigger in Texas - even funeral homes!

Three siblings had just buried their mother and were standing in the reception room down the hall preparing to greet the assembled guests who had arrived for an elaborate luncheon. They were going over last minute details and making a final review of all the arrangements before entertaining the crowd.

Sarah, a stunning 55-year-old, was outfitted in an elegant black, short-sleeved sheath dress. It showed off her trim figure and slim legs as she paced the room anxiously waiting for things to start. She walked over and hugged her stepbrother, Bobby, placing her head on his shoulder. "I'm really about done with all of this."

He gently rubbed a hand across her back. "Me too." Bobby was also 55-years-old, older than Sarah by a mere two months, and was dressed in a sharp black suit that was perfectly tailored. At his age, he had thankfully remained in pretty fit condition as well.

The youngest of the trio was Ella, who at 51-years-old looked at least ten years younger. She was attired in a sleek black dress and blazer combo that also showed off her fabulous body. "And if I have to hear one more person tell me how sorry they are, or how wonderful everything is...I swear...I'm going to spit in their eye."

The three of them had been carrying out their mother's wishes as dutiful children but, sadly, not out of any profound sense of love or loss. There had never been much love - or understanding, compassion or humanity - from their mother, so it was hard for them to reciprocate. Even in her death.

The only thing they were doing differently from her very specific instructions was this last part. Instead of inviting everyone back to the cavernous estate on Beverly Drive that their mother had called home, and had been the place these three stepsiblings had grown up, the kids decided to hold the reception right at the funeral home instead.

Individually, each of them wished they could have felt some genuine loss for her or had any kind of depth of feeling for the recently departed woman - something that had been quite evident and abundant when their father passed away. But, after years of her constant complaining, and judging, and criticisms...well, they were all just ready to be done with everything at this point and move on with their lives.

It should have been telling that none of their respective spouses or partners had shown up this weekend - not for the calling hours or the funeral. Their mother had long ago severed any chance of having a meaningful relationship with any of them. So, the sibling were left to themselves. However, the thought couldn't escape any of them that somewhere their mother was probably disappointed in them. Even in death, she cast a very large shadow over them.

"Here they come," Ella announced as a warning, taking note of the assembly of people heading toward them.

Some of the many guests she knew, most of them she did not. None of them really did. These people were a product of a world in which their mother had lived. It had been her world, not theirs. Yet, Ella couldn't help but wonder what these people would think if they had actually known her mother - or, at least, the mother she and her siblings had grown up with.

In Highland Park, the only thing that ever mattered - the only thing that really ever counted for anything - was appearance. It was as if everyone lived in an alternate universe. What you saw was a mirage, an image projected for the sake of fitting in and to create a sense of belonging. It was fake. All of it. Just the memory of it disgusted Ella, and she turned away from the approaching people to go stand in one of the corners to gaze out across the large expanse of graves.

As the crowd began filing in, Bobby and Sarah were there to shake hands and greet them while Ella kept her distance. She just couldn't face them, not anymore. She had reached her limit of pretentiousness for one weekend, thank you very much, and was eager to go back home to her girlfriend in Austin - or to be anywhere other than this place.

Ella had always been the more sensitive and compassionate of the three, so there was no need to explain herself or make excuses to her siblings. They instinctively understood, and were prepared to protect her unequivocally.

Whereas Sarah and Bobby had always taken their mother in stride and seemed to deflect her insults and insinuations, Ella had taken them personally. Of course, after a brief failed marriage right out of college, Ella began seeing Chrissy - the same woman she shared her life with today, many decades later. Their mother never understood Ella's lifestyle - not that she really tried - insisting her daughter was simply going through a phase. As a result, Ella came around less and less.

Truthfully, Bobby and Sarah were surprised their sister had held out as long as she had this weekend.

When the seemingly endless line had ended and everyone was seated at tables eating an elaborate lunch, Bobby made his way over to Ella. He came up from behind as she was still staring out the large window at the beautifully manicured grass.

"You ok?" he whispered, hoping not to startle her too badly.

She nodded her head - the only response she gave.

He touched her right shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze. A small gesture but one he hoped would convey his feelings. When he motioned to leave, Ella rounded on him. Her radiant green eyes were filled with tears and her cheeks were moist. "Oh, Bobby," she sighed, and moved into his open embrace.

To those in the room, it was a solemn scene. One that befitted the occasion and the mood, and heads nodded in what they believed was sympathy and understanding. The poor woman had just lost her dear mother after all.

But, to Bobby and Ella it was so much more than the death of their mother. In fact, the death of their mother might have been the least of the issues.

"I have to go," she whispered to him. "I have to get out of here."

He wrapped an arm around his sister's shoulder and proceeded to escort her out of the room as Sarah watched from the other side nodding her approval.

He spoke quietly to Ella. "Let's duck in the chapel for a few minutes."

Proceeding into the dimly lit room, they walked arm in arm up the aisle until they were standing in front of the altar like two people about to wed. Ella melted into his arms and wept.

For several moments, she had a long and good cry. Heaving sobs were the only sound as Bobby held her tightly. Finally, she wiped her eyes and stepped away. "I'm sorry."

"It's ok, El," he said, calling her by the pet name he hadn't used in years.

"No!" she answered sharply. "It's not okay, damn it." She stood in front of him, her eyes reflecting the anger she felt. It was a look Bobby hadn't seen from her in a very long time. "I'm angry. I'm very angry," she told him. "That woman doesn't deserve my tears. I hated her!"

This last comment seemed to rock Ella back to reality and she collected herself before continuing. Bobby could only stand and wait. This was his sister's internal battle. He had already dealt with his.

"There, I said it," she declared honestly, and she took a deep breath. After a long pause, "I guess I am the ungrateful child she always accused me of being." This prompted a renewed round of tears.

Walking forward, Bobby held Ella in a tight embrace as she cried, rubbing her back as he used to do when they were young. "It's not your fault, El."

"I know," came her muffled reply, but the tears continued anyway. After several minutes, Ella's breathing returned to normal as she wrapped her arms firmly around her brother and rested her head on his shoulder. "But thank you for saying that. I love you Bobby."

"I love you too," he answered honestly.

It had been a while since they had held each other like this and Bobby couldn't help but think about one of the earliest times it had happened.

It had been a night like any other in their house as children while their parents - his father and the girls' mother - fought bitterly downstairs about one thing or another. The kids never knew what their parents were fighting about, they only knew that the fighting created a rift between all of them. After items had been thrown and broken, creating loud noises that terrified the kids, Ella escaped to Bobby's room where he embraced her just as he did now. He had always been there for her and she loved him completely.

That had also been the night that Sarah and Bobby had exposed their private parts to each other, beginning a series of sexual encounters and explorations between them that ultimately culminated in them losing their virginity to each other just before leaving for college. They continued their activities over holidays and breaks until the summer Ella turned eighteen and confessed her attraction and love for Bobby as well.

Now, in Ella's arms and feeling her tightly against him, Bobby's body reacted in a natural and uncontrollable manner as the bulge in his pants grew and pressed against his stepsister's midsection.

Ella felt him and lifted her head. They stared at each other for one brief moment before their lips met. A warm gentle kiss that conveyed so many different feelings and emotions - the loss of their mother, the longing for earlier days when they were younger and the world hadn't seemed as harsh, a remaining mutual attraction between them. They clung to each other tightly as the kissing intensified, bringing comfort and a sense of familiarity to both of them.

After several minutes, Bobby broke off. "I'm sorry. I, uh...I don't know why that happened."

Ella reached out and touched her brother's cheek softly. "You never have to apologize to me Bobby. Not after everything we've been through. After everything we've done together."

Embarrassed by his actions anyway, Bobby smiled awkwardly and nodded his head. "Thanks."

She grabbed his hands and squeezed. "Don't be embarrassed. It felt great to kiss you. It always does. It's been a while." They stared at one another and he finally broke into a smile. "That's better," she said, smiling up at him in return.

"Thank you, El," he answered.

"For what?"

He chuckled softly and shrugged his shoulders. "For just being you."

She lifted herself up and kissed his cheek. "I suppose we should head back. We've left Sarah all alone."

With a rock-hard dick that he knew would be instantly visible, Bobby responded, "Yes...but, ah...I'll need a few moments."

It was Ella's turned to chuckle. "Of course. Take your time." She started walking down the aisle before stopping and pivoting around to him. As an afterthought she said, "You know...you really should get a divorce from Diane. Do it while you still have time to find someone to share your life with. Someone who will really love you. You deserve that Bobby." She turned around and left.

Taking a seat in a chair in the front row, Bobby dropped his head and ran his hands through his hair. He had to agree with Ella. His marriage to Diane for three decades was a marriage in name only. What had started out well enough with hope and promise gradually faded, in part, because they were never able to have children. And he was fairly certain his wife had been cheating on him for years. However, at this point both of them seemed too lazy to end the marriage.

Reclyning in the chair, he slumped down and tipped his head back as his cock throbbed below - its lasting hardness impressing him. Thoughts of his wife were easily replaced by thoughts of his sisters. While it had been quite some time since he had messed around with either one of them, just the thought of it aroused all kinds of emotions and feelings. Not surprisingly, his mind began to wander...back to an earlier time when life was still uncertain and their futures were yet to be written.

V

It was the summer of 1989. Ronald Reagan was out, George Bush was in. The Cold War seemed like it was coming to an end, while student protests in China's Tiananmen Square captivated the world. AIDS was still the biggest health scare in the country and the thing nobody ever wanted to talk about, while Madonna sang "Like a Prayer," Debbie Gibson materialized out of thin air, and Michael Jackson was the undisputed "King of Pop."

For Bobby and Sarah, recent graduates of their respective universities, they had returned home to a place neither of them felt connected to any longer. Their experiences at college had prepared them for life but neither of them really knew where or how to start it. Each was feeling a sense of disconnect - as if they had been away for four years on some exciting adventure only to wake up later and wonder if it was all a dream.

Yet, the sense of normalcy and routine at home was the same as it had always been. Their parents were hardly ever there, or made a quick stop to change clothes before heading off to the Dallas Country Club. This was the place their parents spent most evenings and virtually every weekend, leaving their children at home to essentially take care of themselves.

Even Ella was absent from the house now. The large space above their three car garage had been converted into a sizable living space, complete with a kitchen and living room as well as a bedroom and bathroom. Naturally, this was where Ella chose to spend all of her time once she returned from completing her freshman year of college.

For the past several years, Bobby and Sarah had been lovers. What began simply enough one night during their senior year of high school quickly blossomed into something neither of them could have expected - genuine love. Despite the fact that they were stepsiblings who shared parents - or maybe even because of it - they discovered a mutual attraction and quickly began sexually experimenting with each other.

This had continued after they went to college as well, during breaks and vacations, regardless of whatever sexual exploits they got up to while away. Unbeknownst to either of them, their younger sister Ella had been aware of what was going on between them. She had conveniently kept that information to herself at first. Then, last year, during her senior year in high school, Ella revealed this secret to Bobby as well as her own attraction to him and they had begun their own sexual relationship.

Since then, Bobby had masterfully juggled time between his two stepsiblings - but that was in large part due to Ella, who had a place of her own above the garage and a desire not to let Sarah know that she, too, was sleeping with their brother.

Honestly, it was all a little complicated. While Sarah was completely in the dark about Ella - and would always be - Ella was completely in the know regarding Sarah. In the middle somewhere was Bobby, desperately trying to accommodate and satisfy each of his sisters. Not that he was complaining.

As the summer wore on, it became increasingly obvious to Sarah and Bobby that they needed to get out of the house and start making their way in the world. Living in the house they grew up in, while certainly large enough, was unsatisfying. With their parents constantly absent and Ella nestled in her own apartment, Sarah and Bobby got bored being alone. And it cramped their sexual activities because they never knew when one of their parents or sister would walk in on them.

In the meantime, Sarah had taken an entry job as a customer service representative with an insurance company while applying for teaching jobs for the fall and Bobby had begun working out at DFW. While work kept them busy and introduced them to new friends, they still came home to an empty house.

They decided that if they were going to be alone, then they wanted to be alone in a place of their own and they began searching for an apartment. They found an ideal place up in Plano that was situated in a convenient location for both of them. They also liked that the apartment was close enough to Highland Park, if they needed to get back quickly, yet far enough away to maintain some sense of independence. Naturally, this met with their parents' instant permission and eager approval.

Ella, on the other hand, was livid when she found out about it. Regardless of the fact that she was the youngest of the trio, she was in many ways the more mature one in the group. She recognized that her anger was out of jealousy as she preferred to have Bobby all to herself, however, realistically the arrangement made sense. Still, a part of her felt used - despite the fact that she was the one who initiated a sexual relationship with Bobby. As a result, Ella refused to have sex with Bobby after that. She decided to control the only thing she could - her body - although she pretty much cut both of her siblings off once they moved in together.

Bobby understood Ella's reaction and tried his best to soothe her feelings, but it was to no avail. Sarah, as always, was completely oblivious to her sister's reaction or anger. Just as the summer was coming to an end, the day before Ella headed back to the University of Mississippi, Bobby tried one last time to smooth things out.

"You know I love you, El!" he answered angrily while she stood in front of him, hands on her hips. Her television was turned to MTV as always, and Richard Marx was promising that wherever you go and whatever you do he would be "Right Here Waiting" for you.

Ella had let Bobby in the door to her apartment in order to talk. She didn't like how things stood between them but was also hurt and angry. "But you love Sarah more!" When her brother opened his mouth to speak she cut him off. "Don't deny it. You've always preferred Sarah - always. I'm just the alternate. I'm the one you come around to fuck when Sarah is unavailable."

It was a spectacularly unfair comment to make and Bobby's shock and hurt were clearly evident. He knew what she said was not true, and he knew that Ella knew it was not true but this was an argument he wasn't going to win. He slumped his shoulders in defeat. After some time, he backed up and headed for the door. Just before stepping out, he said what he had come to say.

"I love you both very much. You're the best thing that ever came out of my father marrying your mother, and you both mean the world to me. I don't want to lose that. I wish you could understand that I'm not moving in with Sarah just for sex."

"Ha!"

"Seriously!" He turned swiftly around to look at Ella, ready to resist - then capitulated. He released a heavy sigh. "Will Sarah and I have sex? Yes. Of course. I would be lying if I said otherwise but...that doesn't mean I don't want you or love you. And besides - Jesus Christ - it's not like I can even have either one of you! At some point we're all going to have to move on and get married, and since we're stepsiblings the law would take a rather dim view of our situation. I never asked for any of this."

Ella remained fixed where she was. She had nothing left to say. She was hurt, she was jealous, and she was about to go back to college. There was nothing she could do to prevent it and, at some point, she would have to let it go. But that was not today.