Author's Note: This story contains fiction of an adult nature. It may contain themes involving Incest, under age sex, rape, bestiality, drugs or alcohol abuse. If these subjects make you uncomfortable please exit now. The story is meant for the entertainment of adults as defined by tour local government or society, if you are below this age please exit now. The author does not condone or encourage anyone to act in real life the way the characters depicted in this story act.

Isabella and Simon
or Simon's return
by Isabella

Published: 01 April 2009

Story Code: Incest, M/F, NC, Bro/Sis, Mom/Son

My brother Simon ran away from home when he was 16, I was only 13 at the time and wished that Simon had told me he was going so I could have escaped with him. Life at home was tough, tough for Simon but even tougher for me, Simon was at least allowed to have friends, he was allowed to go swimming, allowed to do sports, all of those things were banned for me.

I went to an all girl's school, even at 16 my mother took me to school and met me out at the end of the day, every day, the school had been carefully chosen because it had a closed gate policy, all students spent the whole day at school, students werent allowed to go home for lunch so the staff could make sure that all students remained at school all day, if you had a doctor's appointment your parents would have to actually collect you from the school secretary.

Because I was taken to school and collected by my mother I was considered somewhat of a freak, add to that the fact that I wasn't allowed to do PE, games or swimming just added to the misery that was heaped on me at school. I was also not allowed to do any 'extracurricular' activity, but that wasn't all of my misery. I had a brother, Simon, but we were never allowed to play with each other, in all of my life I can never remember being alone with Simon, in the house or anywhere else. My life was spent mainly at my mother's side, I helped her to cook, wash clothes, clean the house and iron, even when I did my homework for school I had to sit at the kitchen table while my mother knitted or sewed. Simon could play out with his friends, or sit with our father or even play in his bedroom. We all met at meal times but as soon as the meal was over my father would return to his study and Simon would be shooed out of the kitchen so mother and I could start cleaning up.

I had a miserable time of things before Simon ran away, it was even worse after, not only did mum take me to school and fetch me home again, she would turn up at lunch time and make sure that I was still in the playground. Even after I left school and wanted to get a job my mother wanted to arrange that too, she scoured the area for jobs that were all female environments, I managed to slip out and get a job at a retail outlet. Mother didn't like that very much and was always hanging around to make sure that I wasn't talking to men at work. The one bright spot in my dull life was when James the area manager started to ask me out, of course I couldn't go out with him, if I was even 5 minutes late home from work there would be an inquisition but James was an old fashioned man, a little like my father and mother and without my knowledge he called on my father one day and asked his permission to take me out, James was the perfect man as far as my father was concerned, James was a Catholic, that's deliberately with a big 'C', not a catholic with a small 'c'. He had a master's degree in business studies but he had also studied theology too, my family weren't catholic but were church going Christians.

I married James when I was 22 and went to his bed a virgin which pleased his family as the evidence had to be washed out of his bed sheet by his mother the following day as we prepared to go away on our honeymoon. We had 3 children by the time I was 28, 3 was far too much work for me, especially as James worked long hours to provide the best he could for his family. After William was born I suggested that I should go on some kind of contraception, coil, pill or diaphragm, from James's reaction you would have thought that I had suggested killing our three children, even the priest was called in to talk to me, as far as the Catholic church was concerned, contraception was killing children. James, of course, wouldn't consider using a condom, when Laura was 15 months old, James wanted sex, I knew that it was in the dangerous part of my monthly cycle, "I'll pull out at the last minute, I promise!" I shouldn't have fallen for that, James would never have allowed his seed to be spilt outside my body, that would have been a sin. I gave in and allowed James to have sex with me, I would never call what we did, 'making love', it was an act for James, exercising his marital rights, first and foremost, to produce a child, secondary was his pleasure, the concept of a woman deriving pleasure from sex was ridiculous, if it took James a little longer than usual to climax, and it sounded like I was starting to enjoy myself James would stop, only a whore would actually enjoy sex, and if James made me climax he would be guilty of turning me into a whore, and that also would be a sin. Anyway, James started fucking, I heard him approaching his climax and reminded him that he was going to pull out but he just carried on, I tried to push him off, he forced me down and finished off inside me. I was really pissed off at him and started to shout at him, he just slapped my face, "You're my property, if you don't want my company in your bed I suggest you pack your bags and go home to your mother but don't expect to take my children with you!"

I went to sleep angry and worried, I was struggling with Amy and Laura, Amy was only 39 months old and so was hardly out of nappies, if I fell pregnant again I would have three children under school age, I could see James's point though, he wanted a son and was willing for me to go through any amount of pain and suffering to provide him with one. At 4 am I thought there was an earthquake, I was being shaken out of my sleep, James had pulled me into position, pulled my knickers to one side and climbed on top of my sleeping body, I woke and began fighting but he used his superior strength and weight to pin me down again until he finally filled me up again for the second time that night. Needless to say, William came along 9 months later so I had 3 children, they all had their birthdays within 2 weeks of each other and James and I entered a bad time, I was constantly tired from looking after three kids all day and James had to work extra hours to keep enough money coming in to keep his larger family. As soon as he realised that I was pregnant he moved us out of London, the local schools were very bad and had a high level of immigrant students, we moved into a tiny village, just outside Bedford. It was there that Amy started to find her curiosity for boys, I had been repressed so much by my parents that I would never allow anyone to see me unless I were fully dressed, James had a similar upbringing but his was driven by religious convictions, so we had never actually seen each other naked, even in the bedroom. When Amy started to show an interest in young boys I did nothing to put her off, any boy that came to play at our house could expect to have his penis inspected by Amy, I often walked past the playroom door and found her naked with the boy, also naked, she was showing him what she had between her legs and touching him, giggling at the boy's reaction. So long as the boy's mother wasn't there as well I just left them to it, Amy wouldn't accuse me of ruining her life the way I accused my own mother, and hopefully Amy wouldn't marry the first boy to ask her as I did just to get away from home!

This story really starts 3 months after William's first birthday, James had been trying to build bridges, after almost 2 years of hardly speaking to each other, me being treated as little more than a domestic servant, James was being nice to me, brought me presents, and jewels, he had received a substantial pay rise when he took over double the number of shops and started working even harder, moving from area manager to regional manager. Then, one day I realised that William was coming up to 15 months, I started going to bed with a strip of old nappy, rolled into a towelling rod that I started inserting into my vagina like a tampon, I couldn't of course buy any real tampons, they are banned by the church just the same as condoms are, my plan was to wash the plug each morning and re-use it, I soon discovered though that I couldn't wash it out properly without unstitching it. I had unused condoms that I had bought in the hope that James would use them on me but he never did. I only used the plug during the most fertile period of my cycle. I was beginning to think that I had been mistaken but on the 4th day I woke again to the earthquake, James had pulled me onto my back and pulled my knickers to one side, then he found his path blocked, I used the confusion to slide out from under him and run to Amy and Laura's bedroom, I carefully moved Laura into Amy's bed with her and I slipped into Laura's bed, no matter how turned on or determined James was he wouldn't do anything in front of his children.

The next afternoon I got a visit from the parish priest, I had long ago stopped going to church, I did after all blame the church and religion for my less than happy life but I still allowed James to take the children with him every Sunday and any other dates and times that the Pope dictated. Father O'Brian started to lecture me about a husband's rights, I held up my hand and stopped him, I picked up the telephone and called directory enquiries, "I need the phone number for a Solicitor in Bedford, no not any particular Solicitor, just one who deals in divorce!" I stood with the phone in my hand looking at the priest, he was uncomfortable and began spluttering out words but again I stopped him. I put the telephone down, "If you want to keep seeing my children at your church then keep your fucking nose out of my marriage, you can do one last thing though, tell my husband that the next time he tries to rape me I'll call the police!"

The arguments continued, I think James must have talked to someone other than the priest because he stopped trying to rape me and the plug could be retired, the only problem was, James wasn't inclined to ask his property for sex when he wanted it and risk being turned down. I probably had sex 4 times in 2 ½ years, not that I missed it particularly, I was just glad that I wasn't in fear of falling pregnant again, I was even starting to think that when William started school I would consider trying for another child with James.

We were in the village park one day, me and the three children, James was away for the week and it was half term for Amy, Amy froze just silently staring across the park, eventually she said, "Mummy, look, that man has your face!" I had never mentioned Simon to my children, I didn't know after all if he was dead or alive, he had just dumped me and left me with our parents. It took me a few seconds to realise that I was looking at Simon; he also spotted me at the same time. There was a little awkwardness as I introduced my brother to my children, then I calmed down and invited him to my house for a coffee.

I didn't want to ask him why he had run away from home but I was desperate to know, desperate to understand why he left. Amy had decided to sit on Simon's knee, he looked so much like me that Amy was comfortable with him instantly, Laura and William were another story though, they both went straight into the toy room and they began playing. Amy was bouncing about and rocking back and forth as she went through her repertoire of nursery rhymes, Simon was wearing jogging trousers and as Amy bounced about I noticed a very large tent, Amy noticed it too, she more felt the earthquake as the ground moved beneath her, then she turned her head and looked directly at it and her face broke into a broad smile.

I asked Simon if he wanted a tea or coffee, "Beer!" was his hopeful response, "I don't think we have any unfortunately!" Amy perked up, "There is some in the garage mummy I think!" Amy ran off and fetched a carton holding 6 cans of lager; I recognised the pack immediately, when we moved in one of our neighbours brought them as a house warming present, neither James nor I drank, except on special occasions, Simon inspected the first can, "Well it's 2 years out of date but on the other hand it is 5.9% alcohol, I went to take the can away, out of date is after all out of date, Simon asked Amy to fetch 2 glasses, Amy returned with 3. Simon filled his glass, took a taste, "Perfect!" Any offered the third glass to Simon, she wanted to try it, Simon started to fill a glass for me, I stopped him when the glass was half full, he put the same amount in Amy's glass too. I took a sip and pulled a face, much too bitter for me, Simon asked if we had any lemonaid, Amy ran back into the kitchen and returned with a can of lemon aid from the fridge, Simon topped my glass up, it tasted much better, he offered lemon aid to Amy too but she was happy drinking it without.

Simon drank 2 glasses of lager and encouraged me to finish off 4 of my 50-50 shandies and I was feeling very light headed. Amy had 2 glasses that were less than half full, then she went to the play room to play with her brother and sister, I was very giggly, "You know that part of the reason I left was down to you?" "No, why?" "It was seeing you growing bigger every day and knowing I'd never be able to see your tits!" I was shocked, I knew, of course, that our parents had been fastidious that none of us ever saw each other anything less than fully dressed, I was still lumbered with the hang-up that not even James had seen any part of my body, I didn't even allow him to be with me when I gave birth, not that he wanted to be there. I realised that the beer had loosened my inhibitions when I lifted my t-shirt and said, "What these?" "No, that's your bra, it's a little better than seeing them covered by your shirt but not much!" Simon pushed another glass of beer on me, there was less lemonaid this time and Simon encouraged me to drink it faster than the first 4. As I drank he went on and on about wanting to see my tits, that all he missed during his years away from home, all he could think about was my tits.

I heard William shouting "Potty mummy!" and I ran into the toy room with William's potty, he did his business, I was about to wipe his bottom but Amy asked if she could do it, she did a good job of wiping William's bum then went on to wipe around his cock and balls, paying far more attention to peeling back his foreskin to clean under it, this gave William a lovely little erection. I took the potty to the toilet, poured away the content and washed out the bowl, then I gave it a disinfectant spray and stood it upside down in the sink while I did a pee, as I sat there I absentmindedly unfastened my bra strap, I reached my left hand up into my right arm hole, found the shoulder strap and pulled it down and out of the armhole, then my right hand into my left armhole and, I again found my bra strap, this time I pulled the whole bra out of the armhole and dropped my bra in the linen basket. I didn't have any plans, it was just that all of Simon's talk about my breasts had turned me on slightly and my nipples had both grown larger than I can ever remember them being and trapped inside a tight bra had made them a little painful, in my head I was just making myself comfortable.

As I got close to the living room I heard Amy asking Simon if she could see his 'winky', "If you show me your 'winky' I'll let you see my 'tiggy'!" I heard Amy say, all I could hope was that Simon didn't understand our family's infantile names for the male and female lower genitals, as I walked into the room Simon said, "I think I've just been propositioned by the second sexiest woman in the country!" Amy was beaming, her smile lit up the room, I really hoped that the effect of the larger that Amy had already drank would have worn off before James got home.

Amy skipped back to the living room; Simon asked me if I had any old photographs from my wedding to James, "Any photos from the wedding night would be nice too!" That comment made me blush. Our house was huge, we had a living/dining room that Simon and I were sitting in, a huge family kitchen that held another 6 place dining table on the left hand side of the main passage, on the right there was, what should have been a formal sitting room, but we had used it as a junk room since the day we moved in, next to that was the toy room where my three monsters were playing school, after that there was a small study where James did most of his bookwork, then a shower room with a toilet in next to the back door. I went into the junk room, there were 25 boxes of junk that in the 2 years since we had moved in we hadn't needed, there was also an old metal framed bed that had been left in the master bedroom by the previous owners, James had wanted to take it to the tip but I had asked to keep it, the head and foot boards had been propped against the wall, then the iron frame with wire and springs that had held the mattress was leaning back at an oblique angle, James had looped a piece of garden wire around one of the wires that made up the bed springs and fastened it to a picture hook that was screwed firmly into the wall, he had done that to prevent the frame falling on the children as it was impossible to keep them out of the junk room.

I started to look through the box that was most likely to contain the wedding album, then I heard the junk room door close, I expected to see Amy or Laura behind me in the room but when I looked around it was Simon who stood by the now closed door with a mischievous grin on his face. I returned to the box, then I heard a bang against the wall, Simon was pulling at the bead frame, testing how tightly it was held against the wall, it wouldn't fall but because it was held against the wall by the springy part of the base when Simon pulled at it the frame came away a few inches and the spring forced it back against the wall with a bang. I didn't spot the photo-album in the box I was looking in, I opened another likely box, I was really glad that Simon had stopped testing the bed base as the banging against the wall would bring all three kids running in to investigate. As I searched the second box I noticed Simon going through a box of his own, a box that held little used toys from over the years, he found two skipping ropes, both had been bought for Amy when she was going through a skipping phase, I had brought the first, very good quality, and very expensive for six feet of rope with a wooden handle at each end, my mother had brought the other, not quite as good as the one I had brought but it cost a tenth of the price and Amy seemed to be able to skip just as well with it as the expensive one. Simon took the expensive skipping rope, held the handles together then ran his hand along the rope to half it and form a loop in the middle, then he pushed the rope into the top right hand side of the bed base and forced the handles through one of the holes two feet lower, then he did the same with the cheaper skipping rope on the left hand side of the frame. I stood up from the box I was looking in, Simon was walking towards me, the mischievous look was now gone from his face and had been replaced with a determined look.

Simon took my left hand and pulled me over towards the bed frame, he pulled my hand up and slipped the loop of rope over my wrist, then he pulled down on the ropes handles causing quite a bit of pain, he slipped the rope through the hook on one of the lower springs, the handles preventing the rope slipping out when Simon let it go, I tried to reach the rope with my right hand to try and free myself, as I moved there was a bang against the wall, "You'd better try and keep still or the kids will be in here in a flash!" Fortunately the give in the spring allowed the rope to slacken off slightly so that the pain in my wrist was reduced. Then Simon took my right hand and pushed it through the rope loop on my right, it was quite a stretch but he managed to fasten it the same way he had fastened the left hand side. "If the kids come in I won't stop what I'm going to do, so it's up to you, if you struggle then we will end up with an audience!" Simon started to rub his hands over my body, he kissed me on the lips which was more shocking to me than being tied up and mauled, especially when he forced his tongue into my mouth, I tried to shake my head from side to side, there was a rapid knocking against the wall from the metal bed frame. Simon pulled away from me and then he went to the door and opened it, "I quite enjoy having an audience while I'm working. Do you?" I didn't answer, then Simon stood back and used his mobile phone to take a picture of me, then he moved in and very coldly took the bottom of my t-shirt, he was looking directly into my eyes as he pulled the front of my t-shirt up, he didn't stop when he got to the point where he could see my breasts, he carried on past my head, then he flipped the material over my head so that it looked like I was wearing a very small bolero jacket, Simon took more pictures with his mobile phone before he moved back in and started playing with my tits, I was looking at the open door, whispering, "Please don't, please stop!" But I couldn't say anything too loud or I may have alerted the children.

Simon alternated between forcing his tongue in my mouth and bending his head down to my tits and biting on my nipples, every tine my face was free I turned to look at the door, I was wriggling my hands, trying to pull them out of the rope ligatures but without moving the bed frame. If I could have freed my hands I would have covered myself and then pushed Simon away, my children hearing me fighting Simon off wouldn't have bothered me if I had been free and dressed. My thought process was suddenly interrupted, the tightness of my skirt's waistband suddenly disappeared, Simon had managed to unfasten the zip and clasp of my skirt without me feeling anything, my skirt dropped to the ground like a lead weight, Simon followed it down with his mouth, kissing down my body as his hands rolled my knickers down, I closed my eyes, then I suddenly stiffened, every muscle in my body contracted as Simon's mouth reached my hair triangle and he started kissing and licking around, the first time in my life a man other than a doctor had seen that part of my body, and definitely the first time a man had put his mouth against it.

Simon took six or seven pictures of me standing there naked, tied to a wire frame, then he pushed a box of books in front of me and slightly to the right, he picked up my right leg, carefully slipping my foot out of the tangle of material that was my skirt and knickers, he placed my foot on top of the box of books, then he took two more pictures of me, then another heavy box was pushed in front of me on the left hand side and my left foot was pulled from the puddle of clothes and placed on top of the second box. Another series of pictures were taken, it was very uncomfortable, hanging from my wrists with my feet forward and raised, more photographs were taken, then Simon's face was back, inspecting between my legs really close up, now his tongue flashed out of his mouth and caught my inner body, I still had my eyes closed to that point, now they were wide open, 'what the hell had he just done to me?' It felt like he had touched between my legs with an electrically charged wire but all he had done was rub the tip of his tongue against my magical spot, Cosmopolitan would have called it my clitoris, I tended not to call it anything, I did occasionally touch it when I was extremely turned on and frustrated, usually when I was in my fertile period and couldn't risk James fucking me to take the edge off of my frustration, I wanted James to fuck me like crazy but he wouldn't use a condom as he was a Catholic.

Simon stood up again and tried to kiss me, I turned my head fast back to the door, I needed to check to make sure that none of the kids were watching and I was trying to avoid Simon's mouth, which after all had just been pressed against my vagina and it had been a while since I had washed it! Simon forced my head back towards him and forced his tongue into my mouth, strangely enough all I could taste in Simon's mouth was Simon. As Simon kissed me his hand slipped down between my legs, I tried to put one of my feet down but Simon slapped my thigh hard sending a resounding crack around the house like a rifle shot, I let him lift my foot back on top of the box, Simon's hand returned to my pussy and he began to massage the outside of my labia and clitoris, he brought me to a shuddering climax with his tongue deep in my mouth, then he forced his fingers deep inside, two fingers deep inside, his palm pressing against my clitoris, then he found a place inside of me that I never knew existed, a volcanic wave shot through my body, I was gasping for air so much that I had to force my mouth away from Simon's to be able to get enough oxygen into my body, I was making far too much noise and as I looked towards the door I noticed Amy's face peering around the door frame, I gasped out between forced breaths, "The door, for god's sake shut the door!" Then realisation hit me, Simon couldn't go and close the door because it was no longer his fingers that were driving my climax to ever higher peaks, it was his cock, Simon had quickly substituted his cock for his fingers while my mind was otherwise occupied.

As soon as I realised that Simon was fucking me I started jerking my body about as much as I could, trying to throw Simon off, the bed frame was making a noise like a machine gun rattling against the wall, causing Laura and William to join Amy in watching what was going on. Eventually Simon pulled his cock out of my body, he didn't hide himself, he simply reached his hand into his pocket and took a handkerchief out to wipe his cock clean, as his hand slipped along the length of his cock there was a huge globule of spunk pouring out of the end, so my hope that I had managed to force Simon away from me before he completed his mission were dashed, I was absolutely in the centre of my most fertile period so almost a single sperm could have been disastrous to me and make me pregnant. Simon held my legs in place and I could feel liquid, probably sperm literally pouring from my open vagina, Simon got an evil look on his face, "William, would you like to fetch your potty wipes so that you can clean mummy up!" I was even more devastated by that thought, I had been careful up to that moment to keep my body hidden from my children and now I was there, tied to a bed frame, naked with all three of my children watching me, and now William was being invited to clean me up.

As William was wiping around my vagina Simon was explaining to all three children, "That is where babies come from and I have just put a baby inside your mummy, if you tell your daddy what I did then he will make mummy kill the new baby, you all want a new brother or sister don't you?" All three heads nodded in unison, "So it is really, really, important not to tell daddy anything, don't even tell him you've seen me, OK?" Again three heads nodded in unison, William was struggling to keep up with wiping the leakage from inside my body, Simon's evil face deepened, he found an elastic band and took a wipe, told William to make a fist, then wrapped his fist in a wipe and held it in place with the band around William's wrist, then he forced Williams fist into my body, I fired off instantly into another climax, William's fist had totally filled my vaginal cavity and was acting like a piston driving Simon's spunk up into my cervix, I could actually feel the spasms as it passed through the tiny opening.

As soon as Simon untied me I dressed as fast as I could, the excitement over, the kids had gone back to playing school, I was traumatised, I had expected the children to be too but they just shrugged it off and went back to normal, Simon said goodbye as he left the house but I ignored him. I really wanted to kill myself; I wasn't particularly religious even if James was, so incest wasn't such a big thing for me as it would be for James if he found out.

Simon had put so much sperm in me that it was leaking out for more than an hour, I had to change my knickers and use a panty liner to keep it all in check, James burst through the door, he didn't really, it just seemed that he did, because I was so distracted that I had neither seen nor heard James's car on the drive, I expected three little assassins to rush in and tell their father exactly what they had seen and all about what Simon had made William do to me but they didn't, even when James asked Amy what they had been doing all morning, all she said was that they had been playing school, "Have you all been good?" "Yes we have been very quiet because mummy doesn't feel very well!" James looked at me, he nodded his head, "Yes, mummy doesn't look very well, shall I take you all to the park to run around like mad?" I told James that I needed to go into town if he could look after the children for a while and he agreed.

I took the bus into town, went to the chemists shop, I was planning on getting the morning after pill, when I got there the chemist on duty was a member of James's church, and a friend of James's from his university days so I couldn't get the morning after pill without it getting back to James, I could have taken the bus into the city but they were few and far between and I wouldn't have got there and back home for hours, I would just have to take my chances and hope that Simon was off target.

I got a coffee in town before returning home so I was away almost two hours, as I walked down the street I noticed cardboard boxes outside the garage, James was in the garage re-packing boxes to reduce the number as much as possible, the boxes were from our junk room, James spotted me, he had a broad grin on his face, "You'll never guess what I've done?" My life so far that day was too confusing for me to play guessing games, so I just shook my head; Amy struggled past me with a heavy box and passed it to her father. "What's going on?" "I saw someone outside the village hall posting a notice looking for a room to rent in the village, and you'll never guess who it was!" I had a bad feeling that I knew exactly who it was, and exactly what James clearing the junk room out meant too.

I do hope that you have enjoyed my second story, this is definitely a part one and another instalment has already been started.

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