Stacy King and I Ch. 06

Shit! I thought. Shitshitshit!

"Stacy," she said, sitting back down and looking directly at her. "Either you have developed a new habit in England that is both impressive and extraneous, you've been sleeping on the couch unnecessarily for a month, or you're lying. Which is it?"

"Okay. Mom..." I started.

"Thomas!" She gave me a stern look. "I'm talking to your sister!" She turned back to Stacy and Stacy's eyes were red and welling up with tears. Knowing Stacy, it wasn't guilt over what we had been doing. She had come to terms with that. It was disappointing mom. "Stacy? Do you have something to tell me?"

"Mom! Stop!" I demanded. "What are you talking about?"

"I know what sex smells like! Thomas, your room reeks of it! That means that it has been happening a lot and recently! It kind of threw me off, but all day you never mentioned a girlfriend and you haven't mentioned one any time that we've talked. When Stacy offered to let me stay in her room it's because her sheets are clean. But what you must have forgotten, Stacy, is that your sheets are still creased straight out of the package. Your pillow case and sheets look like they were just taken out of the package.

"I thought it was strange, but figured that you had been using one set and just put out your new set today. When I went to get a towel this afternoon, however, I saw this package" pointing to the one she had dropped on the table, "unopened. That means that either you have never slept on those sheets or that every time you wash them, you iron the creases back in just as they were right out of the package, which is a stupid thought, but the only other one I could think of. Or you have been sleeping on the couch this whole time, which is, again, stupid."

She sighed and dropped her head into her hands with her elbows rested on the table.

I was speechless. Our mom was Sherlock Holmes. How could we have been so stupid? Why didn't we think about this stuff? The shrimp were no longer a threat to me. They were being squeezed into a space so small they couldn't move as my stomach twisted into a monkey fist. Looking at Stacy I saw that the tears were rolling down her face and her nose and eyes were completely red. Her mouth was moving like she was trying to say something, but no words were coming out. Finally she squeaked out two words.

"I'm sorry." It was broken and barely audible.

Mom looked up at her and her own eyes were red. "Stacy."

"It's my fault, mom!" I blurted out.

Stacy whipped her head at me, but mom is the one who immediately responded. "No, Thomas. It isn't. I should have seen this coming. On the one hand I'm not surprised, but on the other...You're a brother and a sister. These things don't....shouldn't....what am I supposed to do?" She was crying as she asked. Not bawling or sobbing, but crying nonetheless.

"Mom, if you're going to blame anyone, blame me," Stacy begged. "This started with me."

"Quiet! Both of you!"

We both settled down so she could speak. The knot in my stomach didn't go away, but I knew I wanted to hear what she had to say.

Another sigh from mom. "I've seen this coming for a long time and hoped it would never happen. We've had suspicions about a crush for several years, right about the time Stacy hit eighth grade. And we've noticed, Thomas, that you didn't do anything to curb it, but in fact encouraged it, even if unwittingly. Just to be clear, we're not really blaming either of you for the crush. These things happen and they aren't unusual. It starts off as a protective relationship but sometimes feelings get fuzzy and the lines blur. We were just hoping it would pass. In fact..." she cleared her throat again, "that's a lot of the reason we allowed you to go to England. We thought some time apart would do you both some good."

"It sounds like Dad knows, too. You're using 'we' a lot," I said.

"Well, your father picked up on the crush, but he never indicated the depth of concern I have and I've never pushed it. I don't know that he thinks anything is going on. Honestly, it didn't occur to me really until I got here and saw the sheets and picked up on the scent, so to speak." She looked back and forth between us and smiled a little. She wasn't approving, just smirking at her own witticism. But it lightened the mood just a little.

"I'm sorry, mom," I said. "It just sort of happened. I don't want to cause any family problems. If you want, I'll back off."

"No you won't!" Stacy yelled. Mom and I both jumped at her sudden assertiveness. "Mom, this wasn't Thomas. This was both of us. We're both adults and we've talked about this a lot since I've been here. Yeah, it started out suddenly and kind of unexpectedly, but the feelings have been there for a long time, and that's NOT sudden. But it IS mutual. So, I'm sorry, Thomas, but just because mom wants you to back off, doesn't mean that you get out that easy. I love you and I know you love me." She turned back to mom and said, "I'm sorry, too, mom, that we lied to you guys, but I don't plan on stopping. And if you force me to choose, I'll choose Thomas." She crossed her arms and sat back in her chair as if daring mom to argue with her.

"No one said anything about making you stop or kicking you out of the family, so calm down. I had a feeling this wasn't a decision you made without weighing it out. I know you both better than that. So the question is, where do we go from here?"

We all sat quietly for a few minutes, no one knowing what to say.

"Can I tell you how we're handling it here for now?" I asked.

"Okay."

"Right now, since we both have different last names, we are treating each other like boyfriend and girlfriend and no one seems to have picked up on it. We're being very careful, mom, I promise."

"Well, that's good. For here. But people back home know you are family. And it's also only been about a month. Do you really think you'll be able to keep that up for the rest of your lives? Is that a secret you want to keep forever?"

"Yes, mom, it is," Stacy retorted confidently. "At least until society understands our love better and accepts it."

"Sweetie, that may never happen," mom said.

"I know that, mom." Stacy seemed more relaxed now, resigned to that reality. She reached out and took mom's hand and looked at me. "But we really are in love. Apart from the fact that T. is my brother, is there any reason why you wouldn't want me to be with someone like him?"

Mom just sighed and shook her head.

Again we sat in silence for a couple of minutes. I reached out and took mom's other hand. She squeezed it briefly and looked at me with a mix of love and sorrow, then looked at Stacy. Stacy's eyes were tearing up again and soon enough, so were mom's.

"Mom," I asked, "would it make you feel better if we came up with some kind of agreement? Like rules for the relationship or something?" I looked back and forth at her and at Stacy. They both nodded and we began discussing how to handle our relationship and the limits we would place on it. For nearly two hours we went back and forth, even going so far as to write down a listing of rules and signing three different copies, one for each of us. While we agreed that the list could be changed or added to as necessary, and only by the agreement of all three of us, the initial draft included the following limitations:

1.We were to keep either our blood relationship or our romantic relationship secret, depending on who we were around at the time. 2.We were not to conceive children until it was agreed on by all three. This means that we are to take the necessary precautions to avoid it. 3.Our education was not to be influenced by the whims or desires of the other person in the relationship, but we were to continue to individually pursue our own goals and career paths. 4.If family members or friends were to find out about the romantic relationship, we are to deny that our mother has any knowledge and are to take full responsibility.

Obviously the list was simple, but we thought it would cover everything in a broad but appropriate way. The important things were addressed anyway and we all understood the necessity of drawing boundaries around the relationship.

Feeling a little better, we decided to turn in for the night. As we walked to our rooms, mom stopped at the closet and got out the sheet, blanket and pillow for the couch and turned around to hand it to Stacy. "Just because I know doesn't mean I want it to happen while I'm here. Unspoken rule 5." Stacy nodded and took the bedclothes before setting up the couch for the night. We each took turns using the bathroom and brushing our teeth before turning in for the night.

I could hardly sleep and lay there staring at the ceiling for what seemed like hours. In reality it was less than one. I wondered if Stacy was lying awake like I was. Or mom. My mind went back to Stacy and spent most of its time there. While I was plenty concerned about my mom and was emotionally worn out from the day, my heart, brain, and penis kept revisiting my sister. I was flooded with memories of our times together and willingly accessed some of my favorite clips from the highlight reel.

My erection came to full strength as I recalled one of our most passionate times of lovemaking. The sounds and sights and even the smells came flooding into my memory. My hand idly stroked my erection as I recalled my sister slowly lowering her pussy over my mouth as she stroked my cock before engulfing me in the warmth of her mouth. I remembered the image of her lips spread open before me like a flower. As my arms were wrapped under her thighs and my hands gripping her ass, I was able to pull her open even further and she shuddered as I did. I remembered her moaning around my shaft while she quivered above me. I recalled her hips thrusting forward, reluctantly breaking contact with my tongue. Her lips were soft, so soft, and pink. Her landing strip tickled my chin and I especially remember the irritation on the bottom of my tongue as I curled it over my bottom teeth to bury myself in her vaginal canal.

She tasted so rich. Slightly salty. Musky. I loved it. I knew what mom meant when she said my room smelled like sex. I loved that smell. I have been hesitant to wash it off after my sister makes love to me, but I have done so grudgingly each morning. Soon the image in my head flashed to my sister riding on top of me, gently, slowly, the heat of her pussy swallowing me as she reached behind her to stroke my balls with her fingertips. Her tits were thrust forward as her back arched so she could reach back. Her other hand grabbed her own breast and pulled her nipple. She moaned as she alternated between closing her eyes and gazing into mine.

She felt amazing as she ground her cervix on my cockhead. It was smooth and rolled over me, sending a shock down through the shaft and balls with each pass. As she rose up the feeling of her muscles grabbing me until the ridge of my helmet grazed her walls, was excruciating in its pleasure. It took all I had not to thrust into her with all I had, but as soon as I was exposed to the cool air, she lowered herself again until I was completely buried. Never picking up the pace, she slowly worked us both toward the edge. She had become a very skilled lover, not just passionate and receptive of my drive into her, but taking charge of her own pleasure as well as working to ensure mine.

Fuck! I thought. This isn't going to cut it. I wondered if I could lure Stacy into the bathroom without waking mom up or making her suspicious. Should I rub one out and play it safe or take the risk? On the upside, mom knows so even if we get caught, she would be mad, but I believed the worst was over. On the downside, she had just made her wishes known and we had agreed to it. Breaking our agreement within just a few hours would be almost unforgivable.

Before I knew it, however, I was up and pulling my shorts on. Okay, then, I guess I'm going for it. I opened the door gently and slowly, just checking for light. None except the parking lot light coming in, filtered through the vertical blinds over the sliding glass doors. I silently padded into the living room and as soon as I rounded the corner, Stacy sat up and threw the blanket off. She stood up and approached me, taking my hand and we quickly went into the bathroom and turned on the light. This way if mom got up and checked the couch and found Stacy missing, she would knock on the bathroom door and Stacy could answer.

As soon as the bathroom door closed, Stacy was on me, her tongue in my mouth. She pulled back after a moment and breathed out, "Thank god! My hand wasn't cutting it." She raised her hand to my face and I took her fingers into my mouth, tasting that all-too-familiar flavor of her arousal. She breathed heavily as I looked into her eyes and sucked all the taste off her fingers. My own hand searched out her nipple as I pulled her against me, her crotch grinding against my almost painful erection.

"We have to be quick. And quiet. Are you going to be all right with getting straight to business?"

"I've been warming up for an hour. Take what you want." She pushed her boxer shorts down, exposing her thong and then pressed that down as well before pulling the front of her tank top up over her breasts. She turned around and placed her hands on the counter, sticking her ass out at me. I put my foot on her panties around her lower legs and stepped on them, driving them down and pinning them to the floor as Stacy pulled her feet free from the boxers and panties and I reached down to pick up her thong. While I was down there I couldn't help but give her cunt a quick lick, causing her to shudder and force back a moan.

"Don't surprise me like that," she whispered. "You'll make me wake up mom." She was smiling, but because of the pleasure, not the thought of waking up our mother.

"Sorry," I smiled back. "You know I can't help it." I was pulling down my shorts as I said it.

"I know. Now shut up and stick that cock in me."

"First," I said, "Insurance." I held up the thong and she got a wicked smile on her face and nodded. She opened her mouth and I stuck the panties inside to act as a muffle. Stacy closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. "You like that?" I asked. She nodded wildly before turning back toward the mirror and again sticking her ass back out.

With one hand I grabbed myself and with the other I grabbed her hip. I rubbed the tip up and down to lubricate it and make sure my aim was good and then shoved myself in all the way to the root. It's a good thing she had panties in her mouth. As soon as I slammed in, the slap of my thighs onto hers forced me to withdraw so I could pull my boxers back up and stick my dick out the fly. The shorts prevented our skin from slapping, but allowed for full penetration. For the next couple minutes I watched in the mirror as my sister's eyes stayed clamped shut, her teeth biting down on a small exposed piece of pale pink satin. I could see her tits bob with every thrust and I had to hold my own groanings in. Every time I thrust into her, both of us had breath forced out through our nostrils. Me by the effort of my thrusting, hers by the impact and her own pleasure.

Soon enough, her hand was on her clit, rubbing as I drilled her. As soon as she climaxed, it forced my own and I pulled out. She knew what this meant and pulled the panties from her mouth as she spun around and dropped to her knees. Immediately she buried me in her mouth and stroked me with her hand, taking the load that I pumped into her. It was hard to stay quiet, but we did well.

As soon as she sucked me dry, she put her panties and shorts back on and I pulled mine up. Stacy turned on the water to rinse her mouth. As she was rinsing out her mouth, mom knocked on the door. "Stacy, are you all right?" We both looked at each other and I ducked behind the cloth curtain and sat in the tub as Stacy spit into the sink.

"I don't feel good," she moaned convincingly.

"Can I come in?"

"Hang ouUUUGHH!" I heard the toilet lid smack into the tank followed by my sister vomiting into the toilet.

Holy shit! I thought.

I heard the lock pop as she turned the knob to let mom in. "I don't know if it was supper or stress or both, but my stomach is turning and I'm hot."

"I'm sorry, baby. Can I do anything?"

"Can you make me a soda to settle my stomach? And...I hate to ask, but I wet myself a little bit when I threw up. Can you get me some clean underwear and shorts, please?"

"Sure, baby. Just relax. Here," I heard the cabinet close and the running water disturbed for a moment before mom continued, "Keep this on your neck to cool down. I'll be right back."

The curtain pulled back a moment later and Stacy helped me up. She mouthed "Sorry" with an embarrassed smile before pushing me out of the bathroom. I ducked into my room while mom was in the kitchen stirring the carbonation out of a coke, the spoon striking the edges of the glass in a steady clank clank clank. I changed my shorts in a flash, knowing that Stacy's juices had soaked the front of my other ones.

Acting sleepy I opened the door of my room and walked to the bathroom. "Stacy, are you okay?" I had a smile on my face since I was in the bathroom out of mom's sight and Stacy had to stifle a laugh "Fuck you" she mouthed as she gave me the finger. As soon as I walked in I knew why she puked for real instead of just flushing the toilet as part of the act. All I smelled was half-digested garlic butter. Well-played, little sister. Well-played.

"Are you feeling okay, Thomas? I don't think that dinner sat well with your sister." She handed Stacy the glass of flat Coke and Stacy thanked her in her "sick" voice. This Coke thing was something that mom had always done for us and it was supposed to settle our stomachs when we were sick, but we don't know if it actually worked or not. I never noticed a difference. It served as a nice distraction tonight, though.

"I feel okay. But we had different meals, so..." I just shrugged. "Can I do anything to help?"

"I don't think so. I'll just get her cleaned up and get her back to the couch. Go on back to bed."

"Okay, if you're sure." They both nodded and we said our goodnights before I went back to my room and closed the door. Finally I could sleep. The pressure in my balls was gone and Stacy apparently had mom under control. I listened to them talk for a few more minutes before I finally heard the door to Stacy's room close and it was quiet again. In a few minutes I was asleep.

My alarm buzzed at 6am. We had a trade show to get to. I pulled my shorts and t-shirt back on and walked out to the living room to get Stacy up. I knocked on Stacy's door to wake up mom, but she opened the door and said, "I've been up for a little while. Thank you, though," and kissed me on the cheek. I walked to the living room and found Stacy sprawled out on the couch, half a glass of flat Coke on the end table by her head and a gray plastic hospital basin and dark green washcloth on the floor in front of the couch.

I sat on the edge of the couch by her waist and brushed her nest of hair back over her ear and quietly muttered, "Stacy?" She stirred a little bit, but not much. "Hey, babe? It's time to get up and get ready." I was a little louder that time and her eyes opened and focused on me as she smiled, bringing her hand up to touch my face.

"Hey," she croaked.

"How you feeling?"

"Better, now that you're here." I smiled at her and kissed her forehead. "Help me up," she requested as I stood up so she could put her feet on the floor. She still looked sexy in the mornings. Her hair was a mess and she was wearing those boxers and a tight white tank with no bra. I gave her a hug and she returned it. "Hey, mom," she said and I turned around to see our mother standing there with a gentle smile.