The Mother We Shared Ch. 02

"We'll save Irene's attendance for funerals," my sister added tapping my bottle against hers in a toast. "They're the only family gatherings she can't ruin completely."

*

Dinner time arrived. Fortunately, our foray into the basement had cleared my head and I was able to concentrate on everything that needed to be done.

Steven came home just as we started and we were all thrilled to see him. Ashley's son had become quite a striking young man. He was soft spoken and smiled a lot. His hair was long and hung more over his face than anywhere else. If I had been a teenage girl he might have caught my eye.

Mark continued to be a very good father to him and it was clear as we watched them interact how well they got along. Jay had taken a shine to Steve as well, both talking about how they'd pop his poker cherry after dinner was done.

I took Jay's hand. It was a good night so far and you had to enjoy the good moments when they came.

The men retired to the sitting room, despite some protests from them about helping to tidy. We assured them the females would take care of the clean-up, while Pam took the girls upstairs to watch videos.

The four of us sisters entered the kitchen to put food away and do the dishes. Dallas blocked the doorway with a few chairs once we were settled. Finally we had the chance to embrace and properly welcome one another as the excited lovers we were.

"I missed all of you," said Paige, still a bit tipsy as she french-kissed Ashley.

Feeling naughty, I slip my hand into Dallas' panties from behind and started to masterbate her. She groaned and rested her head back on my shoulder, arching her butt into my touch to allow me better access. Ashley followed suit, bending Paige over the counter, pulling one of her nipples roughly under her shirt as her fingers no doubt penetrated the youngest's pussy and ass. We worked them steadily, bringing our little sisters closer to where Ashley and I had arrived earlier in the day.

I held a tea towel between Dallas' thighs to keep her pants from getting wet and watched as Ashley bit Paige's neck, drawing a whimper of pleasure from her.

"Can I?" begged Paige of Ashley.

"You may," said my older sister releasing her teeth from her shoulder. Paige gasped and shook as she climaxed.

"What the fuck?" asked Dallas of them while pulling her pants back up.

"It's a new thing Ashley is doing," I told her as I inspected the whitish bite mark on Paige's shoulder/neck area.

"New to you," said the eldest with a smirk.

Paige's skirt fell back down and we all made out for a few more minutes before deciding to actually clean the kitchen.

"I want more," said Paige with a small pout as she covered up the teeth marks.

"Later," said Ash. "Dallas, unblock the door."

"How's everything in the army going?" I asked of Dallas as she and I cleaned up.

"Good," she said. "I made Lance Corporal."

"That's great," I said. "I'm really happy it's working out for you."

She smiled sheepishly and shrugged.

"A baby on the way, hot wife, good job - it's like you're all grown up," I teased.

"Suck my dick," she responded good-humouredly.

I put my arm around her waist and kissed her temple, "I'm really proud of you."

She gave me a kiss and set her head on top of my right breast. I teased her short hair with a finger and then felt Paige wriggle in on my left.

"Proud of me too?" she asked.

I hesitated for a moment before Ashley barked at us, "This place isn't going to clean itself."

"Holy fuck, mom," said Dallas irritably and we all busied ourselves.

The work went swiftly as we all caught up and gossiped like PTA moms.

The conversation turned to Steven and I beamed about my nephew, "He's going to be a lady-killer. Does he have a girlfriend yet?"

"No," said Ashley dourly as she washed the dishes. Paige and I dried as Dallas put things away.

I found it odd that such a good-looking young man wouldn't be dating and then I asked a more pertinent question, "A boyfriend?"

"No," replied Ashley in the same tone.

I was confused, "So, he's never..."

Paige gave a snorting laugh and nodded her head, "We've been going over how we're going to deflower him."

I thought it was the oddest response until Ashley's eyes met mine and I understood, "Y-you're going to sleep with Steven?"

Ashley stopped washing and turned to me, "And if we did?"

I grabbed the counter-top, my breath wasn't coming. In that moment I suddenly knew what normal people must have felt when the subject of incest came up. I couldn't believe Ashley would take advantage of her own son.

"He's really good-looking," said Paige and I took a step back, floored by what I was hearing.

"Where did you think this all was going?" asked Ashley, raising her voice. "This isn't a lifestyle choice, Emily. It's our family."

"I thought it was just this," I said when I had air once more in my lungs. "That it started and ended with us."

"Really?" asked Paige. "You mean when your girls are old enough, you won't-"

"No!" I gasped angrily, amazed she would even go there. "This isn't our family's way. It was just 'our' way. Us four, coping."

Ashley shook her head and gave me a look that spoke of just how naive she still thought me to be, "You know jack-shit, Emily."

"What?" I asked, my mind racing to connect the dots she was showing me. There was only one thing she could mean about our family, something I might not have known. "You're not implying that dad..."

Ashley relaxed her face, she seemed suddenly upset I had guessed it.

"You?" I asked looking to Ashley as a tear welled up in her eye and she turned back to the full sink. I looked at Dallas and saw she was looking away too, unable to meet my eye. "Dal?"

This was more than I could handle, "How?" I asked, how had I never known?

"Don't worry yourself," said Ashley bitterly looking straight at me.

"Paige wasn't always the golden child of the family. Some people just never get to see the true worst in people."

"Why wouldn't you tell me?" I asked bewildered.

"We thought it was best for you," said Paige glumly.

Fucking Paige knew, but I didn't! He wasn't even her father.

"We love you," said Dallas in a puppy-dog way.

"And we just want you to be happy," said Ashley softer than I'd ever heard her speak.

We were all silent for a minute as I weighed and measured it all.

"I forgive you for not telling me and I understand why," I said, seeing how they had all meant it, how they had tried to shield me. I pressed my fingers to my temples before shaking my head. "It's not like the women in this family are known for our amazing decision making skills."

I hugged them all, "No more protecting me from anything though, dammit."

They mumbled promises and I looked at Ashley and Paige, "I can't undo whatever it is going on with regards to Steven. Just ask yourselves, please - is this, all of this, really the sort of life you both want for him?"

They didn't say anything and I took the opportunity to head for the living room.

"Where are you going?" asked Ash.

"Just have to use the bathroom," I lied.

"Can I come?" asked Dallas.

"No, perv," I said with a chuckle.

I grabbed my phone from my purse and smiled to Jay as I made my way to the front porch. I opened my list of contacts and selected the number I was after.

The voice on the other end of the phone was deep and gravelly as it said 'Hello.'

"Hi, dad. It's Emily," I said cheerfully.

"Emily," said the man. "Happy Easter. This is a surprise."

"I just want you to know, that I know about what you did," I said still cheerfully, not wanting to hint to anyone inside catching my tone that anything could possibly be wrong.

"What I did?"

Still cheerful, "Don't play dumb with me you stupid fuck. I just want you to know that if you ever come near anyone in my family again, I will end you. My sister is a cop - I can get a gun."

The line was silent as I spoke.

"And I have so many, many people in my life that will swear they were with me at the exact time I use it on you. I hope you understand. Goodbye, Dad."

I hung up the phone and lost his number a minute later.

Walking back in, Jay met me at the door.

"Everything okay?" he asked, rubbing my shoulders to chase away my chill.

"Yeah," I said giving him the best smile I could. "Just wished my father a happy Easter."

"Jeez," Jay said. "You don't even do that at Christmas time."

"It went about as well as I expected."

"Did you want to talk about it?" he asked and I dismissed the notion.

"It won't come up again," I promised.

He gave me a kiss and I looked at him, my heart was still in my throat. Years worth of guilt over so many things done behind such a sweet man's back crept in on me, yet again.

"After Easter, when we're home," I said. "There's something I need to tell you. About my family."

"Yeah, of course," he said, making it clear he was there for me. I wondered for all the world how far his tolerance and acceptance could go. Then I prayed his forgiveness went even deeper.

"For now, I just need to spend time with my family," I said.

"Whatever you want," said Jay. "Mark and I got the kids, spend as much time with your sisters as you need."

I looked into his eyes and knew I'd never find a better man than my husband. I hoped he could deal and respect with what I had to eventually tell him.

*

Ashley and Paige disappeared somewhere. Pam sat in the living room reading and Dallas joined with the men at the poker table in the sitting room. I picked out a spot to lean in the hall and watched the game for a while. I was on my third drink and the card-players were all on their sixth, all but Steven, who insisted himself that he was too young.

"Someone may need to drive," said my nephew and I was elated by his maturity and decision making, even if I doubted his ability to see beyond the hair in his face to properly operate a vehicle.

They played and jibed one another like I'd heard them do for years. But this holiday Dallas was the apple of their eye. What with the new baby on the way.

"I like you Dallas," said Mark. "You're like the little brother I never had. This cool, athletic bro, that does really well with the ladies, but at the same time someone I could totally own in a fight if it came down to it."

"Yeah, yeah man, that's it exactly," said Jay who was almost as inebriated as Mark was.

"A brother who could never sleep with my wife behind my back, so there's that," insisted Mark happily.

"Well, she could," said Dale trying to be apart of the conversation while holding his beer up. "But that'd be pretty fucked up."

"You never know guys," said Dallas arrogantly, indicating to her body. "Not many ladies can resist all this."

"Fucked up," said Jay pointing at my sister. "But still, kinda hot."

"See another reason I love you, Dallas," Mark was almost shouting. "You're funny. You come from good stock and your funny. If you were a dude, I'd totally do you."

Everyone at the table paused and looked from Mark to each other, each wondering if they had just heard the same thing.

"Do you mean - if she were 'into' dudes?" Jay asked, taking a slow drink and eyeing Mark questioningly.

"Yeah," said Mark drunkenly. "What'd I say?"

Pam called from upstairs and Dallas smiled before swaggering to her feet, "Duty calls, gents."

"Life of a father," Jay said, raising his beverage.

They waited until she was out of earshot, Mark watching her go the whole way, "She's got the ass of a teenager, that one. The thought of Pam and her together. Mmmm, to be a fly on that wall..."

"Or in there between them," growled Jay and then as if sensing my presence he finally looked over to meet my watchful gaze. "Is what a total douche would say."

I took another sip of my cooler, raised my eyebrows and nodded slowly as I headed upstairs.

"Good save, man," said Mark, patting Jay's chest in condolence as I left the gents to their card game.

On the second floor I looked in on the girls and found them sleeping peacefully in the same bed that had been May's. I closed the door after checking to see they were still tucked in and noticed a light on upstairs.

Slowly I crept to the third floor and saw the door to the upstairs bedroom was ajar. I walked over to it and looked inside. Pam was on the bed, naked from the waist up. Dallas sat beside her, kneading her swollen breasts.

I watched as Pam sighed and shifted to get more comfortable and that's when my sister lowered her mouth to one of her wife's enlarged nipples. Her one hand held the breast as her other snaked its way down between her legs.

I felt embarrassed and turned to leave them alone when the floor squeaked loudly under my feet.

Pam let out a small shriek and tried to pull her sheet up as they both glanced in my direction.

That's why we keep doors closed, I mused to myself.

Dallas came into the hallway and I felt like a deer caught in headlights.

"I'm leaving," I whispered apologetically.

My sister grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bedroom.

"Okay," I said, apparently having no further say in the matter. "I'm coming in."

Dallas sat me down beside Pam and her wife looked at me uncertainly.

"Hey, Pam," I said, trying not to look at her exposed boobs. "How's it going?"

"Her tits are sore," said Dallas, rushing to the other side of the bed after she had locked the door.

I recalled the discomfort of lactating and nodded, "They can get like that."

"Can you help us?" asked Dallas and both of us gave her a surprised look.

"This seems like a couple's thing," I replied, feeling embarrassed. "It's not like I'd call you in to help me groom Jay's package."

"I wouldn't want to," my sister said disgusted. "But are you going to sit there and tell me you don't want to help my wife when she's in need?"

"I think that's up to Pam," I said thinking I'd be massaging her topless back at worst, "Her... uh... comfort level."

We both looked at my pregnant sister-in-law expectantly, she quickly answered, "Um, I don't know."

"She's been super horny lately, and mentioned how much she likes you" Dallas said point-blankly and Pam smacked her on the arm. "Relax, hon. I'm pretty sure my sister knows you're into girls."

Pam looked at me and swallowed, "Do you like... girls?"

I sighed, "This really doesn't feel like something I should be involved in."

I looked over Pam's small body and admitted, even while pregnant, she was still an attractive woman.

"It's okay with me," Dallas said. "I want to share everything with you."

"Dallas told me about you and her," said Pam meekly.

"What?" I asked, angrily standing up.

Dallas grabbed my left hand and Pam my right, both pulling me back to the mattress.

"It's okay," said Dallas smiling. "She liked hearing about it. Thank god for the Lannisters, am I right? Besides, it's not like we haven't had other chicks in our bed with us."

"Really?" I asked, more of Pam than of Dallas.

Pam was breathing very heavily as she lifted the breast closest to me, "This makes Dallas happy, I just want her to be happy."

I rolled my eyes and thought it over, did I truly need more complication in my life? I shook my head, "Screw what makes Dallas happy, she can be entertained all day by a lopsided washing machine. What do you want, Pam?"

Dallas touched the other woman's pussy and nodded, "She wants it." Then she moved to me; brazenly she stuffed her other hand into my pants and I sat there letting her, but not overly happy about it. She looked me in the eyes as she fingered me in front of her wife, "You want it too."

Pam looked from my sister to me and nodded her consent, next thing I knew I was being pulled down onto her swelling breast.

This was a first for me, I'd never been with a woman outside of my family before, and certainly never breastfed, at least not as an adult.

It took me a few moments to get used to the idea and figure out how to do it, but soon enough her sweet milk found its way into my mouth.

I sat up after a minute and saw Dallas was drawing from the other one. She smiled, nipple between her teeth, "Good, huh?"

I was on the fence about it, the milk was sweet and warm, but it was also watery, with a chalky quality. Pam seemed to really be loving the attention so I went back in and helped myself to some more, for her benefit.

My hand met Dallas' and as we nursed her wife, our mutual fingers caressed and penetrated her pussy. Pam moaned and it was clear we were driving her crazy. I drank some more milk and then shifted down. I'd leave her boobs to Dallas, I thought, as I knew from my own two pregnancies just how much my sister enjoyed a lactating breast. Instead I lowered my face to Pam's pussy, curious to see what it tasted like.

"Oh, baby," said Dallas as I started. "You're going to fall in love with Em after this."

I smiled at my sister's ridiculousness and began eating her wife's vagina in earnest. It was a very nice pussy, clean and delectable.

"What do you think?" my sister whispered as if she were sharing a taste of her favorite food with me.

I nodded, far too engrossed in my efforts to give a detailed analysis. Pam was close and as I worked away I started getting the strange feeling that sometimes my sisters might have viewed me as nothing more than a sex toy. Something to be used whenever they wanted, but that also I might have been just as much at fault as them, since I always seemed to comply so readily with their demands of me.

As Pam bit her lip and ran her hands over her large belly I came a little in my panties. I actually liked the thought of being used and sometimes degraded by the women I trusted most. It made me feel weirdly desirable and I marvelled over how things could change in someone over time.

Pam came amid a series of small cries and we helped her sit up straight, "You two now, please."

She indicated both of us and I watched as Dallas moved closer to me. Pam wanted to see us together and her wife was more than willing to accommodate.

I slipped back and shook my head, "No."

"No?" asked Dallas halfway undressed. "You just ate a gorgeous pussy and you're not up for more?"

"It's just for us," I said growing incensed and my sister gave me a queer look. "Our secret."

"Well," said Dallas getting annoyed. "Cats out of the bag. Pam knows and is cool with it. What's the issue?"

Ashley may have gotten it, Paige too, but it was clear Dallas didn't quite get the nuance.

"It's private, what we have," I said, omitting my other sisters on the off chance Dallas had said it was only she and I involved in a torrid incestuous affair. "I've never... I can't."

Pam leaned forward as best she could and touched my wrist, holding it as she spoke, "If it doesn't feel right, I understand. We want you to be safe here. Dallas and I love you."

"I love you too," I said beginning to feel guilty.

"You say it's only for sisters," continued Pam with a small smile. "Well, we're sort of sisters, aren't we?"

"Can she be a sister too?" pleaded Dallas taking my other hand. Her tone was one of a little kid pleading to be allowed to keep an animal that had followed her home.

"I love Dallas and your family," said Pam soothingly. "I would never hurt them. I get that you're protective of them, like Ashley only in a more subtle way. A quieter one. I can keep your secret, Emily. I want to share that part of your lives. If you'll have me."

"Does that sound bad?" Dallas asked while rubbing my back.

"It doesn't," I said honestly, but with some lingering skepticism in the back of my mind.

Dallas bent down and suckled more from my sister-in-law's breast and then moved between my thighs.

I stared at Pam, her hands were starting to massage her full breasts. Her small mouth slightly open, her tongue darting out to wet her red lips as she watched us with rapt attention.