The Mistake Pt. 03

"Aaarhghhh! Fuck! Bitch!" he yelled when I dug the pointy end of it into his back, just below his shoulder blade, pushing hard enough that he had to arch his back.

He tried to get his arms between us, to get some space to work with, but I was relentless. My legs were still wrapped around his waist and now I had my arms around him too, one in his hair and the other on his back. He was physically stronger, yes, but what I lacked in strength I made up in ferocity. He wouldn't try to actually hurt me and I used that to my advantage, very much not giving him the same courtesy if I had to.

"Fuck Claire...! Let go you bitch!" he grunted as he used both his hands to try to push me away from him. I was having none of that, biting harder and digging the cuff harder into his back.

"Jesus! Crazy bitch."

He had no choice but to roll us over. I knew I wouldn't be able to keep a hold of him like that for very long, but I also knew I wouldn't need to.

As soon as I felt his hands on my hips start to pry me off I ripped my hand away from his back, raking the cuff along it, causing him to let out another grunted cry of pain. I used the moment of distraction well, reaching down between us and quickly locking the free cuff around the base of his dick and scrotum, snapping it tight.

The effect was immediate.

"Ghaaaahh!"

"Where's the key?" I demanded, releasing his shoulder and pushing up on him.

"Jesus fuck..." both his hands shot down in an effort to push me away but I just tightened the cuff another snap.

"Don't move, bitch!" I hissed at him. "Where's the-"

His hands found my neck, tightening hard. Another snap of the cuff and he immediately let go.

"Jes- Fine! Stop... please..."

"Where's the fucking key?" I hissed again, a little louder.

He reached up to his left where the bedside table was. Snatching something up he quickly tried to move it down between us. I was faster though.

Fast as a cat I caught his forearm with my teeth, biting down hard on it at the same time as I tried to rip the key from his hand. He let out another sound of pain but quickly let it go.

"Good boy," I said, grinning up at him. I could taste metal in my mouth and yep, there was indeed a mark on his arm.

"Get it off, get it off," he quickly chanted, obvious pain in his voice.

"Don't move," I growled.

With deliberately slow speed I began unlocking the cuff around my wrist, keeping a close eye on his face for any reaction. I wanted to see if he was going to try something else but the pain was obviously the only thing on his mind, his face scrunched up from it.

As soon as I turned the key in the other cuff he let out a sigh of relief, his entire body slumping down on the bed. I wasn't taking any chances though and quickly grabbed his balls in a firm grip. Not tight, just firm. Then I threw the cuffs onto his chest.

"Lock them," I hissed, nodding to them. "Over your head. Now."

"Claire-" That's how far he got before I gave a hard squeeze, making his entire body jolt.

"Now!"

He grabbed them and locked one of the cuffs around his wrist. "Crazy fucking bitch..." he mumbled as he locked the other one in place, pulling it first through the wooden cross grating that made up the headboard. It didn't look strong enough to hold him if he really wanted to get loose but he would have to break the wood to do so. I on the other hand could probably not have done that.

Once he was secured I let go of him, slumping down on top of him, my head on his chest. I could feel the adrenaline pumping, my heart racing, slowly, very slowly, calming down.

"Good plan..." I breathed, not realizing how out of breath I was. "Poor execution..."

Yes, it had definitely been a plan of his. Why else would he have placed the handcuffs in such a strategic place?

"You bit me," he accused. "Twice."

"Yeah..." I said, listening to his heartbeat. It was also fast but not as fast as mine. "Pray I don't do it a third time."

Of course I knew he wouldn't have actually hurt me. He might've done something painful but not enough to actually hurt me. It would, however, had accomplished something arguably worse.

He would have been in control. Utter and completely in control. And I couldn't have that. Not if I hadn't allowed it.

"This is how you show me what a wicked little girl I am?" I asked, remembering the line that had started it all.

"Well," he said, his chest rising as he took a deep breath. "It wasn't exactly how I intended it to go but I think it proved the point nicely. I mean you literally bit me. Twice."

I couldn't help but chuckle against him. He had a point. Still... I win.

"You're just lucky I didn't have a knife and that I love these too much," I said and grabbed his balls again. Not at all hard this time, just soft and tender. His dick was flaccid, understandably so.

"I think I'm gonna have to be more careful around you," he said, sounding oddly serious.

"Good strategy," I said and began to gently stroke him. I wasn't finished yet. I was still horny.

"I still love you though," he said and his words sounded just as true as they had before.

"I still love you too," I said, feeling him harden under my fingers. A few strokes, a dozen at most, and he was as hard as he had been before.

"You can let me out of these now," he said, sounding like it was the most logical thing to do. He was good at that, making things sound like they were the correct thing to do. Lawyer language, no doubt. Of course he knew I wasn't going to.

"Nope," I said, pushing myself up on my arms. I had to brush some hair from my face before I could look at him. He was smirking. "You can stay there until I can be bothered to release you. Maybe I'll leave you like that with your dick in the air for Rose to find."

For some reason his smirk only grew. "Bet you ten grand that I could make her think there was a reasonable explanation for finding me like this."

I just huffed and shook my head. "I don't have ten grand and even if I did I wouldn't take that bet. Thick as concrete, that one."

"That's not very nice to say," he said but his smirk didn't go down.

"Yeah well," I said, maneuvering myself into a straddling position. With ease I reached down and lined myself up, sinking down on it with a long sigh. "It's not very nice to cheat on your wife either."

"Fair point," he said, a wisp of cloudy arousal entering his eyes.

"But you don't care about that, do you?" i asked, placing my hands flat on his chest. "Daddy?" I felt him twitch inside me.

"Absolutely not," he said. "My little girl."

It was my time to smirk as I began slowly riding him, lifting myself almost all the way up before going back down.

"But now daddy has to shut up," I whispered. "Because I need to fuck daddy now and I'm tired of listening to his voice."

He was smart enough to remain quiet from there.

Good boy.

-o-o-o-o-o-

The Next Day
Samuel

The sound of the TV reached my ears but I wasn't paying attention. A newscast I think it was. Before that some kind of movie about space aliens. Again, I hadn't been paying attention. All I could think about was her, or to be more specific, the conversation we had at the restaurant the day before.

It was ridiculous, I knew, but I just couldn't get one of the things she'd said out of my head.

What were we doing?

Fucking, cheating, lying, hiding. Those words kept repeating themselves in my mind, over and over. Fucking, cheating, lying, hiding. Was that what we had been reduced to? Animals that only listened to their most basic of needs, their primal instincts and damn who gets hurt?

But no. It wasn't just that. If it was just fucking I was after then I was pretty sure I could get that elsewhere. I mean, I wasn't a bad looking guy or anything and I had never had problems in the past. No, it wasn't just the fucking. It was the one who I was doing it with. My mother. My mother.

Was she right? Were we just fooling ourselves? Probably. But was that such a bad thing? If we could fool ourselves why couldn't we fool the world?

Because reality. It all came down to hardcore, brutal, don't-fuck-with-me reality.

Reality sucked.

I heard the front door slam. Someone was home. It wasn't dad and it wasn't her. They were out watching some theater play. Tickets had been booked well in advance so it would have looked weird if she blew it off. This meant that it could only be Claire, back from her weekend with her boyfriend.

And yep, not a minute later I heard footsteps enter the living room behind me, too soft to be dad's and too irregular to be hers.

"Hey bro," she said, sounding awfully chip. It was a stark contrast to how I was feeling.

I just gave her a wave over my shoulder, hoping she would go away. She didn't. Instead she threw herself down on the other end of the sofa.

"What'cha watching?" she asked, pulling her legs up beside her.

"TV," I said, not really interested in conversation.

"Well duh," she said. "Anything fun?"

My eyes zoned back into the here and now, informing me that it was currently commercials playing.

"Something about aliens," I said, not sure if the movie had ended or if it was just a break for the newscast.

"Sounds corny," she said and settled in some more, pulling a pillow to her stomach. "I like corny."

I just let out a disinterested grunt. After a little while the movie did indeed start again. So just a break, then.

"Hey," I said after several minutes. Since I didn't know what the movie was about conversation seemed a degree more interesting. She let out a hum in response. "You seem upbeat today. Everything going good with your boyfriend?"

"Oh yes," she said, not looking away. "Liam and I are doing great. We spent a fantastic day on the beach today and..." She trailed off, turning her head to look at me, a slight frown on her face. "... and that's not what you're asking about. Sorry. I'm so used to the theatrics."

I shrugged. Lying came so easy to her. How did she do it? "How do you do that?" I asked, deciding to voice my thoughts. "The lying, the hiding?" The cheating and the fucking. Well, the last part I had a pretty good understanding of how it functioned.

She gave me a long look, almost as if deciding if it was too much meddling on my part to ask such a question. After a while she shrugged, turning back to the movie.

"You get used to it, the lying," she said. After a second she added, "the hiding not so much."

I suppose it was different for her. It wasn't her family she had to lie to. The hiding... yeah, that was rough.

Another few minutes passed before she asked. "What about you and your girlfriend? You and mom still bumping uglies?"

"That's..." I felt my cheeks start to burn. Fucking Claire.

"... none of my business?" she filled in, giving me a look, eyebrows raised.

"In a sense, yes," I said, not sure what to feel about talking to my sister about fucking our mother.

"It's okay," she said, once again turning her attention back to the movie. "I already know the answer."

I knew I was pushing it but, "How could you possibly-"

"Oh please bro," she said, giving me a dismissive wave of her hand. "It's so easy to see. Mom's been happier this past month than she has for years. There's few things that causes that, one of them being a thorough fucking on a regular basis."

I didn't respond, didn't know how to. Was it... was it that obvious? Or was it just obvious to her because she knew about it? That, probably. She had seemed happier lately...

"For what it's worth," she said after a moments of silence. "I think it's..." She hesitated. "I think it's great to see her like that."

I shook my head, astonished that she could be so... well, Claire.

"You're weird," I said. "Shouldn't you... I dunno... be outraged or something?"

She gave me a strange look that I didn't know how to interpret. "You're the weird one, motherfucker. Literally." She said it as a statement, nothing else. "And why should I be outraged? She's happy, you're happy, I assume. The rest doesn't matter. Fuck the rest."

It was basically what I had told mom in the restaurant. Yet for some reason I didn't feel the same conviction as then.

"It's not that easy," I mumbled, more to myself than her.

"Bullshit it isn't," she said, eyes focused on the TV. "Yeah, people get hurt. That's life. Why should I be miserable just because someone else might take offense or, indeed, get hurt? It's an egotistical way to think, yes, but what are humans if not egotistical? I make no apologies."

Well, shit. It was clear that she had spent quite some time thinking about it. I suppose her situation wasn't that different from mine. Not involving our family no, but someone else's. Different yes, but not much. The incest bit, that was really the only difference. Oh and dad.

"The lying, that's easy," she repeated when I didn't say anything. "It's just habit and overcoming your own conscience. The hiding though, and the hurting, that's where things get hard. Knowing that when the wife of the guy you're screwing walks into the room and smiles it's only because she didn't walk in a minute earlier... that's rough. Gets easier though. Still annoying as fuck when it happens in the middle of... well, y'know."

I did know. And it was annoying... and rough. Especially when it happened during... well, y'know.

"But fuck her, right?" I said, turning her own words around on her. "I mean, it's only her husband you're screwing. She can just fuck off, right?"

She let out a huff, not one of annoyance no, but one of amusement. "Damn straight bro, damn straight she can fuck off, along with everyone else too. Doesn't mean I enjoy hurting her."

In a way, a twisted, wicked, corrupt and completely perverse way, what she said made a semblance of sense. Not exactly how my brain worked but I could see what she was saying. Bottom line: Selfishness isn't inherently bad. People get hurt no matter what. Disregard anyone who would seek to deny you happiness, no matter who they are or what argument they have.

"So you think I should just say fuck it then?" I said. "Fuck dad, fuck you, fuck our grandparents, fuck everyone?"

She drew in a deep breath, letting it out in a slow sigh. And then another. And a third.

"Are we seriously going to do this? Do you honestly want to know what I think in regards to you fucking my mother?" she asked, looking straight into my eyes. It was eerie because she had the same stormy gray ones that dad had.

I hesitated, my initial instinct to say yes, but did I really want to? It went far beyond our previous understanding of not meddling with each others stuff. Then again, so had this entire conversation. Live and let live, that had been the staple of our relationship ever since we were young. I never ratted on her and she never ratted on me.

But she had said it right there in the question. Her mother. Not just my mother, but ours. In a way it affected her too.

"Yes," I said, pointedly not looking at her. "Yes I want to know what you think."

"Then you're an idiot," she almost spat. "But fine bro, I'll tell you what I think. I think that you should consider your alternatives."

What did that even mean. "What does that even mean?"

"Yep, definitely an idiot," she said but I ignored her attempted insults. I was long used to them and she rarely meant them. "I'll give you some examples but keep your opinions to yourself. I certainly don't want or particularly care about them."

She sat up, turning towards me, sitting cross legged, pillow still in her lap. Her eyes were serious, way more serious than what I was used to seeing in her.

"Lets consider my alternatives," she began. "I can keep on being with Nikki and nothing really changes unless I do something. My other alternative is to break it off with him. The consequences of this would go something like this." She held up four fingers.

"One, I would break it off with Liam in a heartbeat because he doesn't interest me. This would break his heart. Two, Rose would remain oblivious and happy, for a time. Three, Nikki would become miserable and while he says he wants to avoid a divorce for pure financial reasons I can't see him staying with her for very long. This would hurt her. And four, and the one I care most about, I would become miserable. This totals four people being miserable."

Well, the way she painted it... it didn't seem like a very good alternatives.

"I also have the third alternative of outright telling Rose and Liam what is going on," she continued. "This would no doubt crush them both but would leave me and Nikki free to be happy as we saw fit. He would no doubt end up getting a divorce and lose a lot of money but he would get over it. I can also see there being a lot of external opinions thrown our way but I believe we would be strong enough to withstand those."

That almost sounded like the best one... but it would still end up hurting two people gravely, maybe even beyond repair.

"So now you consider your alternatives," she said, steeling her eyes into me.

And what were my alternatives exactly?

"Oh for..." she let out and rolled her eyes when I didn't speak, probably just looking confused. "You basically have the same three damn alternatives as I do!"

She actually looked annoyed with me. Funny that.

"You two can continue sneaking around and fucking like bunnies or you can break it off. What would happen is even easier to predict than in my case. Mom and dad would break up because, let's face it, they're already pretty much finished. She would become unhappy again and your relationship would be pretty much ruined. Eventually, maybe, she would find a guy that could make her happy again. Who knows how long that could take though?"

And then there was the third alternative...

"Or you could go public and just tell dad about it. For obvious reasons this would tarnish any relationship between you two and probably between you and mom too. If it stays there then that's cool. More likely is that more people find out somehow and then you're really toast. Disregarding the social aspects of it, incest is still illegal."

I let out a groan, letting my head fall back on the sofa. "I'm fucked... well and truly fucked."

The third option was out for obvious reasons. The first one where we remained like we were... that one was also out. Mom had already made it clear that she could only take the lying and the hiding and the cheating for so long. Which left only door number two... breaking it off.

"Yes, yes you are," she said. "Well and truly fucked. But such is the price of happiness."

My head was swimming. I couldn't focus on anything. All I knew was that whatever option I chose... I would probably lose her. Even as a mother.

Maybe The Mistake had truly been a mistake.

I didn't know how long I sat there, staring up at the ceiling. At some point she went back to watching the movie but I couldn't even bring myself to move, let alone muster any interest in anything.

It all seemed so fucking... hopeless.

"Is there another alternative?" I asked after what felt like an hour. "A fourth one you're not telling me about?"

"Certainly," she said without looking my way. "But it all depends on how far you're willing to go. There's murder, for example."

My head snapped to her. "How would that solve anything?"

No immediate response. Then she shrugged. "In your case it probably wouldn't."

Probably... Jesus Christ. Was this actually my sister I was talking to? I mean I knew Claire was Claire but shit... murder? She had said it so blatantly, so sober... it was hard to take it as a joke.

"There is, well..." she said but trailed off. I could see her brows furrowing in the TV light. After a long moment she added, "Nevermind."