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 Title: Uncomplicated Ch.  02
Summary: Chase and Kathleen grow close while the others are away.
Keywords: inc,fic
   Chase stood at the stovetop in his swim trunks and a tee shirt, making a
surprise breakfast for his family.  The frying pan sizzled and popped as he
threw more strips of raw bacon into the hot grease.  The savory aroma was
gradually filling the house, creeping down the hall toward Molly's bedroom.
   Molly awoke, greeting the smell of breakfast with a giant smile.  She
lay naked on the bed, staring at the ceiling, blissfully reliving last
night's events.  Beginning this morning, her life, emotionally speaking,
would be complicated.  Her soul, nevertheless, was rejoicing.  The sensual
gift she received from Chase last night made her spine tingly just thinking
about it.
   Chase smiled to himself as he felt two robed, loving arms reach around
his belly and squeeze him.  Molly stood behind him and kissed him on the
neck, like a familiar lover.
   "Are you feeding an army?" she asked, eyeing the plate of cooked bacon
over his shoulder.
   "Just the four of us; Mom and Dad will be home at ten." The clock on the
stovetop said ten to ten.
   Molly popped a broken piece of bacon into her mouth and opened the
fridge.  "Want me to cook the eggs?" she asked.
   "Sweet," replied Chase.  He put four slices of bread in the toaster,
then grabbed the kitchen knife and began slicing strawberries and kiwi.
   "Are you working at the pool today?" she asked.
   "Yeah," he said, a little despairingly.  "I wish I could spend more time
with you before you left for camp."
   Molly pursed her lips.  "I think maybe it will be a pool day today."
   Chase's spirits lifted.  Seeing Molly in a bikini always brightened his
day.
   They both knew they were going to miss each other this week.  Molly's
calling in life was what would be taking her away from home for a few days.
She had aspirations of being an interpreter for the deaf.  For the last
four years, Molly had volunteered at a summer camp for deaf kids.  The
four-day camp was starting tomorrow, and Molly had to go early to get
prepared for the week with the other camp counselors.  She loved the kids,
having gotten to know several of them personally over the years.  It was
usually the best week of the year for her.  Like every year, she was
anxiously looking forward to this week.  Her enthusiasm for leaving home,
however, was tempered this time by the recent change in her relationship
with Chase.
   Molly was just heating up the skillet to cook the eggs when their
parents came in from the garage.
   "Look what good little kids we have, Jon!" exclaimed Kathleen, smelling
the tantalizing aroma of Chase's expertly cooked bacon.  She obliged both
Molly and Chase with a kiss for their efforts this morning.
   With everyone seated, Molly served up a half-dozen scrambled eggs to the
plates while they passed the fruit plate around.  All four of them were
famished and dove in like it was their first meal in days.
   "So, did we all enjoy each other last night?" asked Chase, a little
wryly.  Molly lightly kicked his leg under the table.  The joke between
them was their parents were swinging with their favorite couple, Will and
Sara.
   "We had a good time," Kathleen said, a little embarrassed that they
weren't able to drive home last night.  Chase thought his parents both
looked glowing, like they had woken up feeling like a million bucks, not
like a pair of hung-over partiers.
   "So, Molly," said Jon.  "Are you excited for this week?  I know you've
been looking forward to it."
   "Yes, it will be fun.  Alicia will be back this year." Alicia was a
twelve-year-old deaf girl that Molly met last year at camp.  She was the
kind of kid that needed a little extra attention to keep her on the right
path, and Molly saw a little of herself in her.  She had been texting her
off and on throughout the year, and Alicia was anxious to see her pretty
mentor again.
   "Good, sweetie!  I'm proud of you.  You are well on your way to a
fulfilling career," said her delighted father.  For a while, Jon was afraid
Molly was going to major in boys instead of linguistics, like he was paying
for.
   "Chase, you never told me who Ashley was?" said his mother, asking about
the strange girl's house where he said he was last night.
   "She was just a girl I met at the pool.  She invited me to her house for
a party," he said, telling the truth.  Molly put her heel on Chase's foot
and ground it in.  Chase avoided wincing while looking at his mother.
   "Oh?  Was it fun?" Kathleen asked.
   "Yeah, was Ashley fun?" Molly chimed in, her smartass tone recognized
only by Chase.
   "It was kind of boring," he said, telling a lie.  Chase yanked his foot
out from underneath Molly's.
   "So you didn't mind having to leave to get your sister?"
   "Oh, no!  Not at all!  I don't mind leaving a hot chick behind to go do
personal favors for my big sister." His feigned sarcasm landed nicely on
his parents' ears.  They both laughed.  Molly, however, understood the
truth in his literal words, and felt a surge of love.  She rubbed her big
toe on his calf.
   "What time are you leaving tomorrow, Molly?" asked her mother.
   "Early.  Like seven.  It's an hour and a half drive for me and we have
workshops all day starting at nine."
   "Your dad will be leaving for the airport about that time," Kathleen
informed.  Chase and I are going to be lonely without you this week!" Jon
was going away for a few days on a business trip.
   Kathleen and Jon thanked their kids for their gracious hospitality
before heading to the master suite to get showered up, anxious to get out
of their old clothes.  Molly rinsed dishes in the sink.
   "So, what are you going to do with yourself while I'm gone?" she asked
Chase.
   "Sit in my room and rock back and forth in the fetal position," he
joked.
   "Excellent.  That's what most men do after they've made love to me."
   Chase's heart skipped a beat at her fearless joke and looked down the
hall to make sure their parents were out of earshot.
   "Oh, relax worrywart.  They'll be in there for at least an hour.  What
time do you go in?" asked Molly.
   "They asked me to do a long shift, so pretty much as soon as I can get
my butt down there.  It's going to be a long day.  Are you looking forward
to camp?"
   "Yes.  I still need to pack, though.  I'm going to miss you."
   Chase put a comforting hand on her waist.  Molly forced a smile as she
went to hug her brother.  She squeezed him tight.  Chase looked at her
after a long embrace, wiping a single tear forming in the corner of her
eye. He kissed her tenderly.  Molly pressed her body into his and kissed
him deeper.
   The warm feeling she got from their bodies lovingly pressing together
immediately took her back to last night.  She let an affectionate whimper
escape from her mouth into his as she relived in her mind that first
staggering orgasm, which for several seconds brought the earth to a
screeching halt.  She longed to feel it again, to be one with Chase in
tender ecstasy, to be filled with his undeniable love.
   But, it would have to wait.  Real life was going to come between them
for a few days.  With tremendous effort, she allowed reason to win over
passion and parted lips with him.  "You need to get going; I'll finish
cleaning up," she said.
   Chase smiled at his beautiful sister.  That last kiss was going to get
him through the day.
   The pool was brimming with its typical Sunday crowd, with all four
lifeguard seats filled.  Chase sat above the deep end, sweating away the
noon heat.  He checked his clock--it was 12:15, time for a mandatory swim
break.  His friend, Charlie, who was seated in the lifeguard chair across
from him, gave him a nod.  Chase blew long on the whistle.  The swim breaks
were heartily welcomed by lifeguards on days like these.  After the pool
cleared, Chase hung his whistle on the chair and dove straight into the
pool from his perch.
   Finally feeling some relief from the heat, Chase allowed his mind to
idle in the peaceful environment of the deserted pool.  Over and over he
was reliving last night.  He'd had sex with lots of girls.  Willing girls
weren't hard for Chase to find.  But something was different between him
and Molly.  Molly was the only girl he'd made love to.  He never thought
there was a difference before last night.  It was the only way to explain
why he couldn't stop thinking about her.
   Out of the corner of his eye Chase saw a familiar figure walk onto the
pool deck.  Molly and her friend, Tisha found a pair of lounge chairs
across the pool from Chase's lifeguard chair.  Chase continued to tread
water as he watched the two new girls arrange their towels on the chairs
and begin to remove their cover ups.  This was the best part about working
at the pool: watching sexy women take off their clothes.  His eyes glued to
Molly, he relished the first view of her belly button as she slid her outer
wear over her head, revealing her pretty peach bikini.  Next was Tisha. 
Chase had lusted after her during many of his sister's sleepovers through
the years.  Tisha had a beautiful round ass.  Chase privately called her
"tusha" to himself.  Her bikini was silver and showed off her ass cheeks
nicely as she bent over to put her cover up in her bag.  Like most of
Molly's friends, Tisha was sexy from head to toe, but she was just another
girl compared to Molly.
   Chase climbed up the ladder on their side of the pool and swaggered over
to them.  "Ladies, ladies, welcome to my grotto!  You are both looking
beautiful today!" he said, trying to sound like Hef.  "If there's anything
you need at all, please do not hesitate to bother my personal assistant,
Ramón at the snack bar." Molly always thought it was cute when he acted
like a douchebag around her girlfriends.
   "Hi, Chase!" Tisha said.  She thought she would like to date Chase if
she wasn't already in a serious relationship.  She had never mentioned it
to Molly though.  For now, she just admired his solid body, like Molly was
doing.
   "Duty calls, my lovelies; I must return to my post." Chase walked around
to the opposite side of the deep end and climbed to his perch once again.
He reapplied some sun block to his shoulders before checking his clock and
grabbing his whistle.  He pointed at Charlie, who whistled the commencement
of the next swim period.  In a mad flourish, kids from all directions
turned the calm water angry once again with a volley of cannon balls.
   For the rest of the afternoon, Chase enjoyed catching glimpses of
Molly's curvy body as he forced himself to keep his eyes on the pool--most
of the time.  Molly caught him looking her way and decided to have a little
fun teasing him.  She laid on her back with one leg down and her other knee
up.  When nobody else was watching, she opened up her leg, causing her
panties to gap and slide over slightly and reveal just a sliver of her
labia.  She was clearly visible from the lifeguard chair.
   Chase noticed the gap in Molly's bikini bottom and studied her crotch,
trying to decide if he was indeed seeing something he shouldn't.  Two boys
walked behind the lifeguard chair and Molly closed her leg.  Chase eyed the
pool again.  When the coast was clear, Molly opened up her leg again, this
time a little further.  A very naughty feeling came over her at feeling the
air on her vagina in such a crowded public place.  It was such a rush! 
Chase looked up again and saw the blessed view between her legs.  There was
no mistaking it this time; he was looking at her hairless womanhood. 
Looking away was now going to require some effort.  Even though he sat
higher than everyone else, Chase felt embarrassed by the growing erection
in his swim trunks, and crossed his legs to obscure it.
   Tisha, who was unaware of the shenanigans, was reading a book and
occasionally stealing glances at Chase.  She caught him looking their way a
couple times and had mistaken his wandering eyes to be seeking her.  "I
think your brother is looking at me," she happily confided to Molly.
   Molly sat up and looked at Chase, pointing at her own eyes with two
fingers, then at the pool, curtly indicating where he ought to be focusing
his attention.  He grinned and shook his head, causing both girls to
giggle, if for different reasons.  Molly's juices were flowing and she felt
like her panties would soon betray her arousal, so she decided to hop in
the pool for a little camouflaging swim.
   Chase appreciated her being where his eyes were supposed to be--among
the swimmers.  He watched her swim from one side to the other.  She wasn't
very tan yet, having only been to the pool twice so far this summer, but
that didn't diminish her sexiness.  Chase loved her smooth, creamy skin,
especially in contrast to her dark, reddish-brown hair.
   She floated on the water on her back with her hands over her head,
pushing her breasts above the surface and making her entire body visible.
She knew Chase would like that.  Molly decided that teasing Chase was her
favorite new thing to do.  It could be a hobby.  Just thinking about the
all possible scenarios of exquisite torture she could inflict made her
nipples hard.  She smiled at her willing victim.  Chase smiled back, loving
her with his eyes.
   A faint rumble of thunder in the distance warned of an impending abrupt
end to the sunny day.  Chase scanned the horizon and guessed fifteen
minutes before they would have to order everyone out of the pool for fear
of lightning strikes.  Molly and Tisha decided it was a good time to pack
up.  Molly wasn't finished packing for her trip anyway.  Donning their
cover ups, the two girls gathered their things to go.  Molly discretely
kissed her hand and waved goodbye to Chase with her fingers.
   The storm brought an end to the day's swimming, but not to Chase's work
day.  Battening down the hatches meant carrying several table umbrellas to
the shed, as well as sweeping up in the concession area and in the changing
rooms and doing the other chores that get neglected on busy days.  He got
home late that evening, wiped out.
   He took a quick shower.  It always felt good to wash the pool off him.
The thought of his sister's exposed pussy was creeping into his head all
day.  He wouldn't get to be with Molly alone for several days, and he
considered rubbing one off in the shower, but decided to save it.
   Molly was in her room throwing the last few toiletry items into her
travel bag.  She was packed and ready to go.  She had a long day tomorrow
and was ready for bed, wearing her nightshirt and undies.  Hearing Chase
get in the shower across the hall got her thinking about what she did to
him today, how she was naughty to his eyes only.  She lay on top of the
comforter on her bed and listened to the shower sounds--the splashes, the
bumps, the snap of a closing shampoo bottle, the steady hissing of no
activity--or secret activity.  She wondered if he was thinking about her.
She closed her eyes and touched her clitoris through her panties,
listening, picturing Chase in the shower.
   Throwing on a pair of athletic shorts and tee shirt, Chase skipped the
underwear.  He headed out to the living room and flopped on the sofa with
his feet on the coffee table to watch some TV and unwind.  Molly heard him
in the living room and decided to join him.  She sat down close to him
without speaking and rested her head against his shoulder.
   "You're evil," he said, looking at the TV.
   Molly snickered.  "Nobody forced you to watch," she said indignantly. 
"By the way, Tisha thought you were looking at her."
   "Maybe I was."
   "Oh, really?  Watching Tisha read gave you a hard on?"
   "How could you tell I was hard?" he asked, a little embarrassed.
   "A sister knows these things."
   "What else do you know?"
   "I know you're hard right now."
   "No, I'm not."
   Molly kissed and licked his neck and put a hand on his thigh, slowly
creeping her fingers up his leg until she felt his manhood.  She could feel
Chase beginning to grow.
   "Yes, you are," she declared.
   "You cheated."
   "The end justifies the means," Molly reasoned.
   "What does that even mean?"
   "It means I'm going to give you something to remember me by while I'm
gone.  It's the least I could do after torturing you today." She leaned
over and kissed him.  He smelled good and shower fresh.  She couldn't wait
to dirty him up again.
   Molly pulled down the waistband of his athletic shorts, exposing his now
fully erect penis.  She noticed he wasn't wearing any underwear, and felt a
delicious quiver in her chest at the thought.  She didn't know why, but
Chase going commando was an unbelievable turn on, even if it was just
around the house.
   "Wait, right now?  Mom and dad are home!" Chase warned.
   "Don't worry; they're out watering the garden." It was just about dusk.
   "Yeah, but what if they come in?"
   "Hold my hair," she instructed, ignoring his protests.  Chase obliged by
pulling her hair back with both hands, looking out the window for their
parents.  He couldn't see them.
   Molly slipped the head of his dick into her mouth, holding it between
her lips while her tongue caressed the tip.  She sucked it in, making her
mouth as tight as she could.  Inch by inch, she slowly pushed her head down
on his cock, sliding it in very slowly, just like she slid it into her
pussy for the first time last night.  Molly opened her throat, allowing his
thick manhood to penetrate all the way.  Molly bobbed silently on him for
several seconds before her natural instincts forced her back up.  She took
a noisy breath and went back down on him all the way.
   Chase was torn between enjoying his sexy sister's clandestine blowjob
and the anxiety of his parents walking in any second.  Molly moaned on his
cock, making him forget about his parents.  He thrust into her throat,
fucking the soft flesh, making a satisfying sloshing noise as Molly held
her mouth open wide.
   The familiar squeak of the back door opening sent a shock through Chase.
Molly pulled his waistband back over his dick and sat up, wiping her mouth.
   Their mother's footsteps could be heard walking in from the back room.
"Long day today, Chase?" asked Kathleen.
   "Yeah, lots of chores to do after the rain," he said, trying desperately
prevent his wavering voice from revealing his racing heart.  Molly
pretended to be into whatever was on TV.
   "Molly said it was crowded.  You must be tired."
   "Yeah, I'll sleep soundly tonight."
   "Your dad and sister are both leaving early tomorrow.  Make sure you say
goodbye."
   "Okay, Mom," he said, not wanting to prolong the conversation any longer
than necessary.
   Jon came in shortly after her.  "Hey, Chase.  Long day?"
   "Yeah," he said, now annoyed with the topic.
   "Can you get your stuff cleaned up in the garage?  It's in the way."
   "I will," he said agreeably.
   "Good night, you two.  See you bright and early."
   "Goodnight, they both said in unison," thankful the conversations were
brief.
   Molly leaned over to Chase.  "They must be horny; they never go to bed
this early."
   Chase watched his mother walk sexily in front of Jon as they headed
toward their bedroom.
   Molly laid her head on Chase's shoulder and waited for the door of their
parents' room to close.  Then she reached under her nightshirt and pulled
her panties off, much to Chase's surprise.
   "Jesus, now what are you doing?  Molly, we can't...they're right--"
   She crawled onto him, straddling his lap.  "Slide your pants down." she
ordered.
   Chase looked at her for a second, weighing the risks.
   "C'mon.  It will be okay," she said convincingly.
   Chase pushed his shorts down to his knees.  Molly hiked up her
nightshirt and got on her feet, squatting down over Chase's re-emerging
erection.  They both watched his penis part her pink slit.  She worked it
in slowly, her girl juice having not yet erupted to the surface.  After
three or four strokes, each one a little deeper, he was all the way inside
her, evoking a long, steady exhale from Molly.
   She put her weight on her heels and grabbed the back of his neck with
both hands, locking her fingers together, using it as the fulcrum of their
balanced sex position.  Molly's blue eyes drilled into his as she fucked
him slowly, not bouncing, but gliding.  She licked her upper lip
provocatively while she rode his cock, her knees wide apart.  She loved to
savor special moments, and this was one of them.
   "You're naughty," Chase declared, alluding to her spontaneous, risky
behavior.
   "You like it," she countered, continuing her slow, smooth ride.  He did
like it.  The risk of getting caught by their parents was an indescribable
thrill, and made every stroke even more enjoyable.  In reality, they stood
very little chance of getting caught; Jon and Kathleen were down the hall
saying their goodbyes in a similar manner.
   She increased speed, bouncing at first, and then slamming down onto him.
Faster and faster she fucked him, slapping her clit onto his pubic hair,
her ass mashing his balls.  They were cognizant of the quiet house, and
kept the moaning and panting to a minimum, but the body slapping was
getting a little noisy, which worried Chase.  He lurched his hips upward to
reduce impact.
   Molly got off her feet down to her knees and allowed her weight to sink
down on Chase.  She ground her hips, stirring his cock inside her womb. 
She finally kissed him.  Tenderly, she licked her brother's lips and
tongue. Chase inhaled deeply, smelling her sweet breath.
   He pushed her nightshirt up high, resting it on her chest above her
tits. Chase buried his face between her beautiful round boobs, relishing
their softness.  Tasting her right nipple with his tongue, he fondled her
left with his hand.  Chase was intoxicated by her beauty, and the worry of
his parents down the hall faded away.  Molly was the only thing he could
think about.
   She rocked her hips on him, maintaining maximum penetration.  Molly was
in complete control and used it to her own advantage, precisely adjusting
speed as she led herself on just the right trajectory toward orgasm.  She
hugged Chase, with her mouth to his ear.  She nearly had him in a headlock,
her soft hips molded to his lap, holding him down.  Chase could do nothing
but sit still and enjoy the ride, listening to Molly's labored breathing in
his ear.
   "Do you like fucking your sister?" she whispered.  Her feminine voice
felt like silk against his ear.
   "I do," he said simply.
   "You like slipping your hard cock into your sister's tiny pussy, don't
you?  You like to work her little pussy over with your big fucking cock."
   It was his sister's voice, but he didn't know who was whispering those
dirty things.  Her sweet, ecstatic breathing punctuated the sexy language.
   "You want to make her cum, don't you?  You like your sister to get all
fucking wet for you."
   "I do," he repeated.
   "Fuck her hard and make her cum for you." Her breathing was getting very
erratic.  Her hips were grinding into him at a frantic pace.  Molly held
onto his neck and kept her mouth in the same position on his ear.  Her
voice was quivering and squeaky.
   "Are you ready to cum inside your sister?" she asked him, softly biting
his ear.
   Chase nodded, his eyes closed.
   "Give it to her now.  Shoot your hot load deep into your sister's sweet
little pussy." Molly climaxed as she said it.  Talking dirty to Chase was a
spontaneous impulse.  This wasn't her first time dirty talking, but she had
never said anything like this.  It was so erotic, so depraved, such a
wicked turn on, that she thought she could have cum by just talking to him.
   Chase moaned into his sister's shoulder as his semen shot deep into her,
just as she requested.  He was glad she was ready for him to cum, because
he was going to, whether she wanted him to or not after hearing her talk
like that.  The muscles of her vaginal wall clamped down on his cock at the
same time that her arms nearly broke his neck.  She breathed loudly into
his ear as she came.
   As the euphoric waves subsided, Molly realized she was hurting Chase and
relaxed her grip on his neck.  She leaned her forehead against his and
smiled to herself, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes.
   "Who said that?" she asked, disbelieving her own voice.
   "I have no idea," he replied.  "She just came and left," he said with a
laugh.
   "I swear to God, I've never talked like that before, Chase," she
insisted.
   "Jesus, you're cute!" Chase exclaimed and squeezed his sister's body,
still inside her.
   Molly laughed into his shoulder.  She glanced at the clock.  "I'd better
get to bed." She lingered a little while longer, unwilling to feel the
emptiness in her belly once Chase withdrew.
   She slid off of his waning erection and sat next to him, pulling down
her nightshirt.  Molly gave a long sigh, her insides slowly contracting
back to normal after such an intense orgasm.  She turned around to face the
sofa and lay across Chase, hugging him in a cuddling embrace.  Chase
nuzzled into her neck and they didn't move.
   At length, Molly gathered the will to get up and go to bed.  "See me off
in the morning?" she asked sweetly.
   Chase nodded.  She grabbed her panties off the sofa and scrunched them
up in her fist.  "Good night," she said, giving him one last kiss on the
cheek.
   "Goodnight," he replied.  Molly hopped up and headed down the hall. 
Another night of blissful sleep awaited them both.
   Seven o'clock came quickly.  Chase awoke to the racket of plates and
forks in the kitchen and the swish of Molly carrying her stuff down the
hall.  Chase rolled out of bed, still wearing the athletic shorts he had on
last night when his sister accosted him.  He went to the kitchen to pour
himself a glass of orange juice.
   "Morning, glory!" his pretty mom said.
   "Mmmph," replied Chase in his usual morning mood.  Molly briskly walked
back in the house after loading her car.  She veered toward Chase on her
way back to her room, holding her hand up.  Chase reached out and slapped
her a high-five as she passed by.
   Molly was looking forward to getting to camp, and moved with ambition
this morning.  "Chase, come here for a minute!" she yelled from her room.
   Chase downed his liquid breakfast and responded to Molly's call.  When
he got to her room, Molly threw her arms around him in vigorous hug before
kissing him deeply.  "Orange juice," she said with a crinkled nose.
   "Sorry," replied Chase.  "Drive safe."
   "Message me?" she asked.
   "They let you keep your phone at camp?"
   "Yeah, deaf kids do a lot of texting these days."
   She kissed him sweetly.  And again.  Then Molly stopped before she got
emotional.
   "I'll see you in a few days," comforted Chase.
   "Can't wait," she said, concentrating on keeping her eyes dry.
   Chase carried her last bag to the car.  She hugged her mom and dad
goodbye.  "I love you, Daddy," she said to Jon.  "Have a safe flight."
Hugging her dad suddenly reminded Molly she would be without his comfort
and protection for several days.  She rarely thought about it when they
were home, often taking his love for granted.  But, being parted with her
dad always gave Molly an anxious feeling that she would somehow be less
safe until they were together again.
   "I love you too, pumpkin.  I know you'll have a great week," Jon
comforted quietly.
   "Bye, sweetie!  I love you!" said Kathleen.  She was getting teary-eyed
like she did when Molly left for college.
   "Love you too, Mom.  It's only four days, seriously!  No crying!"
   Kathleen laughed as she wiped her eyes.
   Molly started her car and backed out as her family waved goodbye. 
Chase, standing slightly behind his parents, raised his right hand and made
a sign by sticking his pinky up to make an 'I' and folded down his middle
and ring fingers onto his palm and his index finger and thumb sticking out
to form an 'L.' It was sign language for 'I love you,' which Molly had
taught him years ago.  Her heart melted at the gesture.  She smiled and
returned the sign.
   Shortly thereafter, Jon and Kathleen left for the airport.  Chase
decided to get started on his dad's request to clean up his stuff.  He had
golf clubs, tee shirts, a football, and various other stuff that gets
accumulated in a teenage boy's car.  He also had a pile of stuff from his
locker that he cleaned out after his senior high school year.  He didn't
even know why he had half of it.  He decided to go through it and throw
away the junk that he really didn't need.  He figured keeping himself busy
this week would help pass the time while Molly was away.  He missed her
already.
   He found a picture of Molly and him at her high school graduation last
year.  They were standing close together, hands around each others' backs,
smiling broadly for the camera.  Molly was glowing, her hair slightly
shorter than it was now.  The people in the picture appeared to love each
other, as brothers and sisters reluctantly do.  He kept it in his locker
his senior year.  Even now, he marveled at how much he had always loved his
sister--enough to keep her picture in his locker.  Now, that picture seemed
like a century ago, as though from a different era.  He threw it in his
'keep' pile.
   Chase finished with his own stuff and moved onto other chores around the
garage and yard.  He swept out the garage and cleaned the oil spots on the
floor.  He mowed the lawn and even pulled some weeds in the garden.  Maybe
he felt a little guilty about what he and Molly had been doing.  Maybe he
just needed to do something productive.  Whatever the reason, he felt good
doing it.
   Kathleen returned from the airport to find Chase laboring away.  Her son
was a good boy.  She knew he would make some lucky girl an amazing husband
some day.  She was anxious for some one-on-one time with him, mostly to
grill him about his love life.  For now, she let him continue on without
bothering him.
   Chase spent most of his day off working harder than he would have at the
pool.  He was happy to break a sweat doing some work; he was already
getting soft by not being in sports anymore.  He didn't like the thought of
losing his tight belly.  He resolved he was going to start doing sit-ups,
beginning tonight.
   While Chase labored outside, his mother was busy doing the household
chores inside.  She vacuumed and dusted the kids' rooms and bathroom.  She
straightened up Chase's room and opened his nightstand to put a tube of
Chapstick back that he had left out.  Just as she closed the drawer, she
noticed something pink at the back.  Opening the drawer back up revealed a
wadded up pink ball, which, from the look of the satiny fabric, must be a
pair of girl's panties.  She was a little shocked to discover her son was
in possession of some girl's intimates.  She decided she would respect
Chase's privacy and not disturb them.  She hoped the lucky girl who owned
them was treating her son right.
   Chase took a shower at the end of the day to get the sweat and grime off
him.  He thought of Molly.  He thought about what she did to him last
night, practically raping him on the sofa while their parents were just
steps away.  Going a day working and thinking about other things besides
her gave him some perspective.  When he was with her, it was almost
surreal, like the feeling one has waking up in the morning and realizing
they are in love.  They were willing to take risks to be with each other
that neither would have ever done with anyone else.  He couldn't get enough
of her.
   Thinking about Molly in the warm shower got him aroused.  He started to
stroke his hard dick.  He was fantasizing about making love to Molly. 
Reliving real sex was always the best kind of masturbation fantasy, but
this time it made Chase feel lonely.  It made him long for his sister's
sweet touch even more.  He lost the urge and stopped rubbing.  He turned
off the shower, reaching for his towel to dry off.
   Getting dressed, he smelled his favorite meal being prepared by his mom:
lasagna and garlic bread.  She cooked it especially for him as a thank you
for all the chores he did today.  Chase and Kathleen sat down to eat.
   "Do you want some parmesan cheese?" Kathleen asked, knowing he would. 
She looked at her handsome son, a little worried about his love life these
days.  She felt bad for him getting dumped by Tiffany.  She always felt the
pain of her kids' broken hearts, especially Chase's.  This one hurt, and
she knew it.  But she also noticed his spirits were better the last couple
days.  She assumed it had to do with the owner of the pink panties she
found in the drawer.  She decided to try and draw it out of him, without
tipping him off about finding the underwear.
   "So, any new girls in your life these days?" she asked, to open up the
topic.
   Chase looked up, a little startled at the sudden emergence of a topic he
would just as soon leave alone right now.  "Uh, not really."
   "What about Ashley?" she asked, referring to the girl's party he'd been
at the other night when she called him.
   "She's not really a girl in my life."
   "Well, she must be somebody.  Why else would you go over to her house?"
   Chase didn't have a sanitized answer for his mother.  He was a little
uncomfortable talking frankly about sex with his mom.  He wanted to tell
her, though.
   "She invited me over to..." he didn't know how honest he should be with
her.  He decided confiding this story with his mother probably wouldn't be
a bad thing.  "She invited me over to have sex."
   Kathleen involuntarily slammed her fork down as she tried to liberate
the piece of food she'd inhaled upon hearing Chase's confession.  She
coughed and gasped until she could breathe semi-normally.
   "Are you okay, Mom?" he asked, scooting his chair back.
   She waved him off silently, trying to catch her breath.  Finally, after
taking a sip of water, she gasped, "Did you say she invited you over to
have sex?"
   Chase nodded.
   "Just to have sex?"
   "Yeah, she's apparently known for that," he told her.
   "And what happened?"
   "You called just as it was about to happen."
   Kathleen burst out laughing.  "That was when I called you to get Molly?"
   "Yes."
   "Oh my God!" She thought about it for a while, taking another drink. 
"What would have happened if I hadn't called you?"
   Chase wondered that himself.  He knew he didn't want Ashley to keep
going, but had his doubts about his own willpower to stop her.  "I don't
know," he shrugged.  "I'm glad it didn't happen, though.  I had never felt
so used."
   Kathleen felt a surge of pride at hearing her son confide such a
personal thing to his mom.  And she was prouder still that he didn't let
someone use him.  He was becoming a man--a very attractive one at that.
   Kathleen was surprisingly intrigued.  She wanted to know more, but
didn't want to make Chase uncomfortable.  She began with a simple question.
   "What was she doing to you?" she asked coyly with a smile.  "You don't
have to answer."
   "She took me up to her room and started showing off clothes from her
closet, changing right in front of me.  She was in her underwear when she
started kissing me and took my shorts down."
   "And she was going to--" Kathleen led.
   "Yeah, she was going to do that." he said discretely.  "She was kneeling
in front of me and touching me when the phone rang."
   Kathleen hadn't considered a girl touching her son that way.  She always
pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind.  It's something mothers
don't dwell on.  But having it described to her forced her to imagine it.
She felt a little anxious about it.  Frankly, she felt jealous.  That
little slut didn't deserve to be with a guy like Chase.  She couldn't think
of too many girls who actually did.
   She allowed herself to imagine Chase having sex.  She wondered what he
looked like with a hard on.  She figured he was probably irresistible to
just about any girl.
   "Chase, I know we've had this conversation before, but you are wise to
be selective in whom you date.  You're beautiful, you're smart, and you can
have anyone you want.  You're a one in a million catch, baby.  Any girl
would be lucky to have you; make sure she deserves a guy like you."
   Chase felt embarrassed whenever his mom started talking about how
desirable he was.  She was his mother, after all.  But, what else would a
mother say about her son?  Still, it felt good to get such salient
compliments from someone as beautiful as her.
   Kathleen meant every word she said about Chase.  She saw him as any
mother would see her son, but she was also aware of how physically
attractive he was.  Sometimes when Kathleen looked at her son, she wondered
how his girlfriends kept their hands off him.  If she weren't his mother,
she would be all over him, she thought.
   "So, is there anybody else?" she continued to pry.
   Chase wished she would drop it now.  He wanted to be honest with his
mother, but this was one case where he just couldn't.  He shook his head.
"No," he answered simply.
   Kathleen wasn't buying it.  Those pink panties belonged to somebody.
   "Are you sure?" she prodded again.
   Chase grinned at what his mother didn't know.  Kathleen took his grin to
mean she was onto something.
   "Do you want to talk about her?" Kathleen asked.
   "Not really," he said.  In reality, Chase wanted to proclaim his love
for Molly from the rooftop, but telling his mother wasn't possible.
   "Well, can you at least tell me if she's pretty?"
   Chase pondered her question for a moment.  He could at least tell her
that.  "She's the most beautiful girl I know," he summed up concisely.
   "Who is she?"
   "I don't want to say anything more right now," he said, authoritatively
ending the topic.  It was his last defense.
   "Okay," she said with some disappointment.  "I'm sure you'll tell me
sooner or later," she said with a wink.
   Chase finished his meal, relieved to have survived the battery of
questions.
   "Thank you for making the lasagna; it was delicious," he said,
appreciative of his mother's efforts.  He put the dishes in the sink as
Kathleen followed him.  When he turned around, she gave him a tight hug. 
She loved the feeling of his hard body pressed against hers and held him a
long time.
   "I'm glad you're not too upset about Tiffany," she whispered in his ear.
"She didn't deserve a guy like you.  You know it's true." Kathleen gave him
a long kiss on the cheek.
   Kathleen's gentle breathing tickled Chase's ear as she kissed him.  He
wasn't positive, but he thought she had just said the exact same thing
about Tiffany that his sister had.  He took comfort in his mother's touch.
Nobody on earth gave him the same warm feeling.  He hugged her back,
returning a kiss on the cheek of the woman he loved more than anyone in the
world.
   Kathleen let him go at length and went about cleaning the kitchen after
dinner.  She liked hearing about his love life.  They would talk more soon,
she thought.
   ~ ~ ~
   Earlier that afternoon, Molly stood in the doorway of her cabin at Camp
Cedar Cliff, cheerfully greeting arriving campers.  She was looking forward
to an exciting week, having been energized by the camp director in her
counselor meeting today.  Coming back here always gave her fresh
perspective on her young life.  The love she gave and received with the
campers carried her through the year.
   She spotted Alicia with her parents.  Alicia ran up to her and gave her
a big hug.  "You're so big!" Molly signed to her.  "I think you've grown a
foot!"
   Alicia smiled.  She held Molly's hand while she talked to her parents.
   "Alicia is so happy to see you," her mom said to Molly.  "It's all she's
talked about for two months."
   "I know!  We've been texting.  I'm happy to see her too."
   She let go of Alicia's hand and signed to her, "Are you ready for the
high-ropes course this year?" Alicia was afraid last year and wouldn't do
it.  Molly hoped she had the courage to try it this year.  Alicia nodded
with a smile.
   Molly's heart was overjoyed at seeing her young camping friends again.
It was going to be a great week.
   After dinner, the girls were winding down in their cabin.  Molly finally
got a chance to talk to Alicia.  "You look so grown up!" she signed to her.
"I can't believe how pretty you are."
   It meant a lot to Alicia, especially coming from Molly, who was the
prettiest girl she knew.  "How was school this year?" she asked.
   "I got straight As this year," she signed, smiling.
   "That's great!" Molly was overjoyed.  Alicia had struggled last year and
her parents were worried she was heading down the wrong path.  Molly helped
impress on her mind the importance of getting good grades.  Hearing it from
Molly had apparently made a difference.
   "Do you have a boyfriend?" Molly asked.
   "Yes," she nodded.  "He goes to my school," Alicia signed.
   "Is he cute?" Molly asked, beaming.
   Alicia smiled at her feet, a little embarrassed.  She nodded coyly.
   Molly discretely clapped her hands for her with a big smile.
   "Do you have a boyfriend?" Alicia asked.
   Molly wasn't ready for that one, even though she had walked right into
it.  "I don't know if he's my boyfriend," she signed hurriedly.
   "Why don't you know?"
   The last thing Molly wanted to do was get into details about her love
life.  "It's complicated," she replied weakly.
   "Do you love him?"
   "Yes." That question was easy.
   "Does he love you?"
   "Yes."
   "Then, what's so complicated?"
   Molly felt a lump grow in her throat at the innocent girl's wise
summation.  "You're right.  He's definitely my boyfriend."
   Alicia smiled at Molly.
   "You are wise beyond your years," Molly signed before giving her a big
hug.
   Bed time came after dark and Molly went about soothing some of the
younger campers who were anxious about being away from home.  A total of
eight girls were in her cabin.  At last she had time to put herself to bed.
It had been a long day and she expected to be in dreamland soon.
   Almost as soon as Molly's head hit the pillow, her thoughts turned to
Chase.  She hadn't thought much about him today, being so busy, but now she
was suddenly overcome with emotion.  She had been with him the last couple
nights and was already used to him being close.  She missed him terribly.
She silently cursed herself in the dark for being such a sap.
   Tossing and turning, she listened to the dark cabin.  The crickets and
the katydids were chirping away outside, unheard by everyone in the cabin
but her.  Most of the girls were already sleeping.  She replayed the last
two nights in her mind.  In that short space, her whole world changed.  Her
perspective skewed, formerly clear lines became blurry, absolute truths
murky.  She was still trying to make sense of her new, happy, frightening,
loving, complicated life.
   She began to despair about the possibility of not being able to sleep
when she remembered something she had packed that might help.  She slipped
her panties down and kicked them off her feet.  Reaching under her bed, she
pulled out her bag from underneath and opened it up.  In the darkness she
sifted through the layers of packed clothes, all the way to the bottom,
where she found what she was looking for.  She pulled out Chase's underwear
that she had stolen two nights ago, and slipped them on.  The change was
immediate.  In a strange way, Molly literally felt closer to him.  Peace
and calm washed over her.  Her head became heavy in her pillow as she let
go of her anxiety.  She tucked the fabric of his underwear into her tender
creases in the front and back, intimately touching as much of him as
possible.  Her calmed consciousness soon gave way to untroubled sleep.
   ~ ~ ~
   Back at home, Kathleen lay in her bed, trying to enjoy a book and
thinking about going to sleep.  She had been thinking all evening about the
conversation she had with her son at dinner.  She thought about Chase and
how he had grown into a man in the past year.  He was far more attractive
than she ever thought possible.  She would even go as far as to say he was
sexy.  She marveled at his hard abs and chest, left over from his last
football season.  His butt looked amazingly firm and tight when he wore
jeans.  It wasn't that she had been lusting after him; she simply knew a
sexy man when she saw him.
   She did, however, feel a little guilty for laying eyes on her own
offspring.  She loved him more than anything.  She would protect him to the
end of the earth.  She just happened to also appreciate his body.
   Her thoughts kept wandering to the story he told her about Ashley.  She
thought about what Ashley might have done to him if she hadn't called him
at that critical moment.  She wanted nothing but the best for her son.  She
wondered if the girls Chase was with knew how to please him sexually.  Did
they touch him with gentle hands?  Did they gaze into his eyes?  Did they
use the right speed when he climaxed?  She doubted it.  Young girls just
don't have the experience to please a man properly.
   If she wasn't his mother, if society deemed it appropriate, she would
show him how a girl should take care of his needs.  She knew she could
please her son like no girl ever had.  Kathleen suddenly snapped back to
reality.  What ridiculous thoughts she was having!  What would Jon think of
her fantasies?  They shared some pretty crazy stuff, but this would take
the cake.  Kathleen shut it out of her mind and turned off the light.
   ~ ~ ~
   Molly awoke with a smile the next morning.  A fun day awaited her. 
Morning was spent helping the kids with crafts and playing games.  Alicia,
who was showing promise of being a very talented artist, drew a picture for
Molly.  It was a silhouette of Molly and her "boyfriend" holding hands
inside a giant heart with the brilliant oranges and reds of a sunset behind
them.  The caption underneath read simply, "Love Is Not Complicated."
   The picture pulled at Molly's heart strings.  Upon reading the caption
at the bottom, she involuntarily burst out in a brief sob, covering her
mouth quickly with her hand.  She couldn't help it, it was so beautiful. 
For once, she was glad the people around her couldn't hear, saving her from
embarrassment.  She got herself together and thanked Alicia for the
picture.
   "I'll always treasure it," she told her.
   It was a hot, sunny day, and the afternoon was designated as free time
for both campers and counselors.  Molly decided to go to the pool to take a
break from the heat.  She went up to the girls showers to get changed into
her bikini.  She figured Chase was sitting in his lifeguard chair right
about then and decided to send him a little gift.  Alone in front of the
mirror, she adjusted her top so she was showing maximum cleavage, nearly
busting out of her bikini.  She pushed the inside seam of her bikini top
down just enough to display the tiniest sliver of her areolas.  Molly posed
sexily in the mirror and took a picture with her phone.  She sent the
picture to Chase's phone and then pushed her boobs back into her top where
they belonged.
   ~ ~ ~
   Chase reclined in the lifeguard chair, enjoying an easy day.  The pool
was less crowded during the week, and that made a lifeguard's job of due
diligence a little easier to handle.  He had been casually watching Ryan
put the moves on Kara with contented interest all day.  He hoped he was
getting what he wanted.  Ashley was nowhere to be seen.  Avoiding that
awkwardness altogether was alright him.
   He glanced at the clock.  It was nearly time for a break.  He was
thirsty and needed to stand up for a while.  He signaled the break period
and got down to get his phone and shirt.  He saw he had a message from
Molly and his spirits lifted.  Walking to the concession, he opened up the
message and saw the risqué picture his sister had dropped on his screen. 
His eyes widened and he turned the phone off instinctively, looking around
to see if anyone had noticed.  Nobody was close enough to see.  He giggled
to himself and went to get a drink.
   Finding a corner to stand in, Chase opened up the illicit image again to
get a look.  He immediately felt the blood shift into his hanging manhood
upon seeing Molly's luscious curves.  He had never seen her try to look so
sexy.  And she succeeded.  Then his eyes caught something more--a hint of
pink on her breasts.  Zooming in the picture, he looked close at her bikini
top to verify his suspicion.  Indeed, her nipples were trying to peek out.
His chest flashed cold at the allure of the picture.  He couldn't take his
eyes off it for a full minute.
   After drinking in the picture for all it was worth, Chase sent a message
to Molly.  "What am I supposed to do with this?" he texted her.
   "Use your imagination," Molly replied.  "...and whatever body parts you
need to."
   "Dirty girl.  You're not teasing the campers like you are me, I hope."
   "I would never corrupt their innocent souls!  You, on the other hand are
going to get a spanking when I get home for looking at your sister that
way," she warned.
   "You're the one that's getting a spanking, for corrupting your brother,"
Chase countered.
   "Promise?"
   Chase sent her a wink and headed back out to resume the swim session. 
He had a happy afternoon.
   He thought about Molly practically nonstop all day.  Today he wasn't
thinking so much about how he missed her and longed to be with her as he
was about her sexy body.  The unexpected picture she sent him kept him in a
state of semi-arousal all day and his balls ached from the constant drone
of sexual provocation.
   It was almost evening when he got home.  Chase parked the car in the
driveway and saw his mom working outside.  She waved when she saw him.
   "Honey, will you help me water the garden before we eat?" is mother
requested before he could get into the house.  Chase reluctantly diverted
toward the garden and uncoiled the hose reel, pulling the hose to the
opposite end of the garden to begin watering.  It was a dry June so far and
they were watering frequently.
   Chase watered a row of tomato plants and was about to pull the hose to
head back for a pass at the cucumbers and onions when he glanced up at his
mother bending over pulling weeds in the next row.  She was wearing spandex
yoga pants--something she didn't normally wear around the house--and she
was facing away so Chase could see only her backside.  It didn't look like
his mom; it looked like a hot chick with a stunning behind.  He stopped and
watched her, stooping to pull weeds, taking a step, stooping again.  The
shape of her small, beautifully round ass could be clearly seen as she
meandered from weed to weed.  His aching balls were already worn out from
thinking about Molly all day, and now his shorts were tenting again.
   Kathleen turned around and noticed him standing there.  Chase quickly
jerked the hose and headed back down the row to resume watering, but not
before Kathleen noticed the peculiar bulge in his pants.  She smiled to
herself.  She was pretty sure she just caught her son ogling her butt.
   After the evening garden chores, Kathleen and Chase sat down for a late
dinner of leftover lasagna.  The repeated meal was fine with Chase; his
mother made amazing lasagna.  Chase couldn't get the thought of his mom's
beautiful, spandex-clad ass out of his mind.  He stole glances every chance
he got while she got dinner heated up.  She was 40 and had a better body
than most of the girls he had just graduated with.  Chase decided to pose a
very brash question.  He was feeling bold, and sex was on his mind.  He
wanted to know if he and Molly were right about them being swingers.
   "Mom?"
   "Yeah, baby?"
   "Can I ask you something about you and Dad?"
   "Sure, hon."
   "What do you guys do when you're out so late with Will and Sara?"
   The question caught Kathleen completely off guard.  "Um, well, we're all
very close.  We all enjoy each others' company."
   "Well, it's just that you guys have pretty late nights with them,
sometimes all night.  I just wondered what it is that you enjoy so much?"
   Kathleen twirled her fork on her plate, thinking of what to say next. 
"Oh, you know, we have similar interests, similar tastes in music, we like
to drink some."
   Chase thought for a second.  "Will has told me he's into fusion jazz.  I
thought your tastes were a little more mainstream."
   "Oh, you know, jazz, punk, whatever."
   Chase was intrigued by his mother's nervous reaction.  He baited the
hook.  "So, do you think they're a hot couple?"
   'Are they 'hot?' Oh, I don't know, I guess they're okay.'"
   "Really?  Just okay?  That's funny, because I know I've heard you and
dad talk about how gorgeous their kids would be if they ever had them. 
I've heard you both go on and on about how attractive they both are. 
Sounds like you think they're hot," he said confidently.
   Kathleen was getting a little annoyed at the questioning.  "What exactly
are you getting at, Chase?"
   "Okay, here's the deal: You guys came home yesterday morning supposedly
after a night of drinking, and instead of dragging in here hung-over, you
both looked bright eyed and bushy-tailed, like you were on top of the
world. In fact, you always look that way after being out with Will and
Sara. I want to know why they are so good for your complexions?"
   Kathleen giggled before covering her mouth.  She and Jon thought maybe
their kids would eventually find out, but they really didn't want to just
come out and tell them.  She decided to be honest with Chase.  After all,
she was prying into his sex life yesterday at this time.
   "Your dad and I really like Will and Sara.  We all know each other very
intimately.  We enjoy spending time together and sharing--sharing each
other."
   Kathleen waited for that to sink in.  "Your father and I love each other
very much.  We are so confident in our love that we are able to share it
with others."
   Chase looked at her for a moment, trying to accept confirmation of what
he had suspected all along.  "So, you...and Will?"
   Kathleen nodded.
   "And dad...and Sara?"
   She nodded and waited anxiously for his next question.
   "So, you are swingers!" he exclaimed.
   Kathleen rolled her eyes and shrugged.  "Call it what you will.  We
share the love."
   "Don't you get jealous?" he asked.
   "Jealous?  Oh, no, sweetheart--quite the opposite.  After we've been
with them, your dad and I feel even closer.  We usually want to make love
soon after."
   Chase was picturing his mother having sex with another man.  He imagined
her on her knees, her beautiful naked ass in the air, getting her pussy
drilled by some guy.  Instead of revolting him, the thought of it turned
him on.  Seeing his mother as a sexual being was a strange sensation for
Chase.  But, given the new relationship he had with Molly, nothing was
shocking.  Seeing the people he loved from radically different perspectives
was becoming a habit this week.
   Kathleen watched her son in deep thought.  "Baby, are you okay?" she
asked.
   Chase loved it when his mom used terms of endearment.  She was using
them a lot the last couple days and it felt so good to hear her call him
'baby.' "Are there any others?" he pressed.
   Kathleen sat back.  "A few.  We try to keep our relationships
'monogamous.' We've been exclusively loving Will and Sara for the past 2
years or so."
   "Are they exclusive too?" He asked.
   "Yeah.  But the thing is..." she began, and then trailed off.  Kathleen
started to feel like she was maybe being a little too open with Chase.
   "What?" he pressed.
   She didn't respond right away.
   "C'mon!  You were going to say something!" Chase was completely
absorbed. He was wanting details now.
   "I think our relationship might be getting a little stale," she
lamented.
   "Why?"
   "Will and Sara are beautiful people and we love them, don't get me
wrong, it's just that they're starting to get a little...demanding.  Like,
Will only wants a particular kind of sex from me.  And your dad says Sara
is getting a little funny too."
   "What do you mean he wants a particular kind of sex from you?" he
quizzed, trying to contain his curiosity.
   "Well, it was good for a long time, but lately he's been wanting me
assume different roles.  Are you sure you want to hear this?"
   "What kind of roles?"
   "I don't know; they're different all the time.  He likes to pretend he's
being dominated.  It's very strange.  I've felt a little used lately."
   Chase considered that for a moment.  Oddly, he was more uncomfortable
hearing about his mother having to play weird mind games with someone than
he was hearing about her having sex.  "And what's wrong with Sara?"
   She eyed Chase, her pursed lips to the side.  Should she keep telling
him all this?  Was he really okay hearing this stuff?  She decided to keep
answering his questions.  "Sara really likes anal sex.  I mean really."
   Chase's eyes got big.  "Oh!" he said a little loudly.  "And
Will...doesn't dig that?"
   Kathleen let out an embarrassed laugh.  "Bingo.  So there you have it in
a nutshell--no ordinary sex between us and them anymore; they only have
that with each other.  That's why it's getting old.
   "So, when you're all together, how do you do it?  I mean, you pair up
and go to separate rooms?"
   Kathleen was surprised at Chase's eagerness to learn the details of this
secret life of theirs, but was all too happy to share.  She actually
enjoyed talking about it with someone other than Jon for once.
   "We give each other a long kiss goodnight with our usual 'I love you'
and then spend the night with our 'other' partner.  We keep the sex
private; no group stuff."
   Chase shook his head involuntarily.  "Oh my God," he uttered.  He was
spellbound.  He'd hardly touched his dinner.  Kathleen took his reaction to
be shock, and went into comfort mode.  She scooted her chair back and got
up to hug Chase who was still seated.  "Baby, please don't think badly of
us," she said sweetly to him, pulling his head to her bosom.  He didn't
need comforted, but gladly accepted it anyway.  Putting his arms around her
waist, Chase pulled her in close.  His mother's body felt like heaven to
him.  She held his head against her breasts.  Almost without thinking,
Chase slid his hand down below Kathleen's waist, until he was touching her
spandex pants.  He gently rubbed his hand up and down the stretchy fabric,
feeling the softness of the flesh underneath.  He began to question whether
he should have done that.
   Kathleen noticed the touch, and allowed it to happen, staying in her
same loving embrace.  The thought of her son wanting to touch her sexy ass
made her feel almost giddy.  She let it go on for a while, then decided
she'd better let go before something weird happened.  She held his head in
her hands and bent down.  With loose lips, she kissed him tenderly--not a
lovers' kiss, but a wet one nonetheless.  "You should eat your dinner," she
advised.  Kathleen felt a wave of euphoria at how good that kiss felt, but
was careful not to let it show.
   Kathleen cleaned up the kitchen while Chase ate his lasagna, even though
he didn't have much of an appetite.
   After dinner he went to his room to do the sit ups he had pledged to do.
After about twenty, he decided it was enough for the first day.  He flopped
on the bed in his underwear, contemplating taking a shower.  All of the sex
talk with his mother had him decidedly turned on.  He'd never really
imagined his mother having sex, let alone with other men besides his dad.
   He closed his eyes and imagined her in his bed with him.  How would she
touch him?  How would she kiss him?  What would her little ass feel like in
his hands?  The fantasy was so fringe and obscure, so taboo, that he
couldn't hold it in his mind for more than a few seconds at a time before
his conscience would beat it back down.
   His thoughts drifted back to Molly.  He longed for her sweet touch.  He
grabbed his phone and looked at that picture again.  He studied every
curve, from her beautiful over-exposed tits to her creamy wide hips and
smooth legs to her "Come fuck me" eyes.  He especially loved her belly--not
perfectly flat, but a hump--a gorgeous, smooth, fleshy hump.  He wished he
could touch it right now.  He wished he could taste her nipples, squeeze
her ass, smell her womanhood.
   A light bulb flashed on in Chase's head as he remembered Molly's pretty
pink panties he had stuffed in the drawer of his nightstand the other day.
He opened the drawer and found the panties right where he had left them. 
He grabbed them and held them up, examining them all over.  They were pink
satin, with a little frill on the legs and a tiny pink bow on the front of
the waistband.  A barely perceptible white spot around the crotch, more of
a rugged outline of a spot, could be seen where wetness had evaporated.  He
remembered pushing the fabric into her vagina while he dry fucked her.  He
turned them inside out and pressed the panties against his nose.  He
savored Molly's feminine aroma, mixed with the masking scent of fabric
softener.  He inhaled deeper, focusing on her delicate odor.  He smelled
the back, and the area between, anything that touched her tender parts and
might have some of Molly left behind.  It was faint, but it was enough. 
Chase took off his underwear.
   He stroked his dick while he breathed in her essence.  He imagined her
right there with him.  He could feel her, smell her, taste her.  Slowly
sliding the panties down his neck, across his chest and down his belly, he
finally touched the soft fabric to his balls, massaging himself with his
hand in the panties.  He moved up to the shaft of his dick, stroking,
rubbing the panties around it, penetrating the feminine softness.  Molly
was right there with him.  He put his cock inside them, placing the head
right where Molly's pussy had made the stain.  He stroked the pink panties
up and down, smoothing his dick inside them, gliding through the soft
fabric, like it was a vagina.  Rubbing himself inside her underwear,
touching the fabric that had touched her sweet crevices, was leading him
quickly toward orgasm.
   He imagined Molly on top of him, in a reverse cowgirl position, her
sweet, round ass jiggling on his belly as she thrust her hips on his cock.
He put his finger in his mouth.  He imagined himself putting his wet finger
between her spread-open butt cheeks, pushing it into her inviting little
pucker.
   "Yes, Chase!" she said in his mind.  "Fuck my ass with your finger while
I grind on your rock-hard dick." Chase watched the pink satiny fabric rise
and fall rapidly.  He opened his mouth wide in a silent grunt as he
ejaculated, filling the inside of her panties with his warm, white cream.
Chase relaxed, leaving the messy, wet undies draped over his dick.  He was
at last satisfied.  He lay still for a few minutes, his belly softly
heaving.
   His satisfaction turned once again to longing as he missed having her
next to him, touching him, telling him in her familiar voice what a tool he
was for ruining her favorite pair of underwear.  He just wanted to be with
her.  Just a couple more days.
   Chase washed out the panties and hung them over the towel rod to dry
overnight.  He was too tired to take a shower and went to bed.
   ~ ~ ~
   Jon watched the late night news of another strange city from his hotel
bed.  He was ready to get back home, but he still had another day of work
to do.  His short consulting trips were becoming more frequent these days.
The company he worked for was rapidly expanding, and it was his job to
oversee the installation of the computer network infrastructure in every
new office they opened.  He loved the work, but didn't love being away from
his family.  He especially missed having Kathleen next to him in bed at
night.
   This trip had been no more eventful than any of the others--same job,
different city.  He was getting so good at it, it almost was getting
boring. The lack of being challenged had given him more time to think about
missing home.  The money was good, though, so he tolerated the trips.
   He lay in his underwear thinking about going to sleep.  He was counting
down the hours until he could be with his wife again.  He wanted her more
than usual tonight.  Jon's libido was maxed out after spending the last
couple days with Carmen.  She was new to the team and was still learning
the routine.  She leaned on Jon for technical and moral support.  She also
liked literally leaning on him whenever she got the chance to flirt.
   Carmen was a pretty blonde about 10 years his junior with sharp features
and a slender waist.  Jon was aware she was attracted to him, despite the
fact he was married.  It was nothing new for him; he was used to women
being overly friendly.  He was a good-looking guy with the first hint of
gray streaking the side of his dark hair.  He had maintained a young man's
body, or as close as a 40-year-old can, mostly out of friendly competition
with his former-gymnast wife.  He and Kathleen prided themselves in staying
sexy, both for each other as well as their couple-partners.
   Jon enjoyed Carmen's company this week, being a known flirt himself, but
would never let things progress along.  Jon had never cheated on
Kathleen--at least not in the traditional sense.  He'd had sex with lots of
women since he and Kathleen got married, but it was always with Kathleen's
approval, and the extramarital sex was always a swap; it was never done
with an individual, always a couple.  What's more, Jon wasn't the one
finding their new friends--it was always Kathleen.  She had a knack for
scoping out willing couples, particularly ones that would benefit from
their wise experience.  She always seemed to hook them up with beautiful
athletic types, very similar to him and herself.  That was okay with Jon,
but a little variety might be nice.
   He trusted Kathleen's judgment in all things love-related.  She was the
greatest lover ever born, as far as Jon was concerned.  She was easy to
love; having the kindest heart and bravest empathy he'd ever encountered.
Kathleen seemed to know what a partner wanted, and wasn't afraid to try
some crazy things to please a lover.  She had a gentle but very curious
touch, exploring what other women were afraid to.
   Jon felt like he was the luckiest man on earth to be married to
Kathleen. He knew he wanted to marry her the moment they met, and wasted no
time proposing to her.  They tied the knot before either of their
twenty-first birthdays.  He almost thought it would be a shame to keep
Kathleen only to himself.  Whatever debt he owed the gods for placing such
a perfect lover as Kathleen in his life was more than allayed by the
sharing nature of their open sex life.
   Their current favorite swinging couple they had been with for about two
years--longer than any of the others.  But they were both growing weary of
their quirks.  They were tired of being used for sex that their partner
wasn't into.  Not that Jon minded doing anal with a sexy woman with a
pretty, round ass, it's just that that's all they did.  He and Kathleen had
each independently thought of breaking up with them, although they had
never brought it up to each other.  It would break all four of their
hearts.
   So, Carmen had made a subtle move today that had Jon lying in his bed
with a semi-erection thinking about.  He had been standing by a counter,
leaning on it with his hands over the edge talking to a co-worker, when
Carmen walked up and nonchalantly leaned against the table on her pubic
bone, right on Jon's hand.  Carmen behaved no differently than if she had
just leaned against the counter, but Jon knew she had to be aware that her
pussy was pressed against his fingers.  He even perceived a little rubbing
motion while she leaned on him.  He really would like to get into that--too
bad she's not married, he thought to himself with a smile.  He thought
about helping himself get all the way hard and jerking off, but decided to
save it for Kathleen.
   He was dead tired.  Sleep would come easy tonight.  A full day of
testing awaited him tomorrow before they could call this job done.  Jon
squeezed the extra hotel pillow in his arms, mounting one leg over it like
he sometimes slept with Kathleen.
   ~ ~ ~
   Molly awoke early on the second morning of camp.  None of the girls were
awake yet.  She removed Chase's boxers while still in bed, like she had
yesterday morning, and slipped her own panties back on.  The fact she was
wearing them was known only to her, and she wanted to keep it that way. 
She grabbed her phone, a towel and her toiletry bag, along with clean
clothes, and headed up to the girls' showers.  She decided to harass Chase,
knowing he would still be in bed at this hour.
   "Good morning, sleepyhead," she texted.
   A minute later, he finally replied, "What's so good about it?"
   "Grumpy.  Are you dreaming about me?" she asked.
   "No.  But I spent some time with your underpants last night."
   Molly laughed out loud, before covering her mouth in the quiet early
morning.  "What the hell does that mean?" she asked at first.  Then, "Wait.
I don't want to know." She hoped he would tell her anyway.
   "I know them intimately now," he teased.
   "Oh.  My.  God.  You deflowered my pretty pink panties?"
   "I will wash them before I give them back."
   "Oh, no, really, you keep them, I insist."
   Molly couldn't stop giggling to herself as she walked toward the
showers.
   She found herself alone in the echoey building.  It was still early, and
many campers didn't bother taking showers every day.  Molly liked the alone
time.  She hung her bag outside one of the shower stalls and peeled her
clothes off.  Even though she came off appalled at Chase's defiling of her
underwear, it thoroughly turned her on.  She felt an urge that she didn't
normally have in the morning.  She looked down at her naked body and
touched her vagina.  She was immediately wide awake; her body tingling. 
She could see Chase in her mind, masturbating with her panties, shooting
his jism into them, fantasizing about shooting it into her.
   She left the shower off for a moment and concentrated on her image in
the mirror.  She watched her middle finger glide between her labia,
gradually working up the will to push it into her canal.  She needed to do
that at just the right moment--the moment when clitoral stimulation brought
her insides to the point of aching to be filled.  She put one leg up on the
counter and watched her lips spread.  Reaching behind her, she continued
clitoral stimulation, laying her wrist in the valley of her spread-open
butt cheeks.  Rubbing, rubbing, rubbing she continued, until she felt the
first wetness erupt to the surface and collect on her fingers.
   Her two biggest fingers penetrated and slid into her warm pussy, causing
a moan to echo off the hard walls of the building.  She wondered if she
would be able to cum in this strange, lonely place.  Her mind took her to
Chase's bed, where she kissed him lovingly, her legs spread wide for him.
His hard belly was powering his hips into her.  She imagined his balls
slapping on her ass.
   She turned on the shower and continued rubbing herself while the water
temperature rose.  She stepped into the steamy shower, savoring the feeling
of the warm spray caressing her sensitive breasts.  She rubbed them deeply
with one hand while she continued fingering her pussy with the other. 
Molly turned around, letting the shower spray her ass.  She tried to adjust
the spray to more of a focused stream, but it didn't do what she wanted. 
She cursed the crappy showerheads they had here.  She missed her handheld
one at home.
   She turned back around and put a foot up on the shower bench, resuming
her from-behind masturbation.  Back to Chase's room, bent over his bed, her
toes on the floor, barely able to get her feet under her for Chase's
pounding.  She imagined his thighs bouncing off her ass, stroking his thick
cock up inside her, getting ready to cum into her sexy body.  Molly was
stroking at a brisk pace now, feeling it approaching.  Keep going.  Don't
stop.  Don't stop.  Fuck me, Chase!  Make me cum, Chase!  The warm water
cascaded over her body as shooting pleasure surged from within.  She bit
her lip to keep silent, lest she be overheard by another counselor
wandering in.  She rubbed her two penetrating fingers together, relishing
the increased slipperiness as her vagina convulsed around them.
   Alone in the hard shower stall once again, she let the water spray her
in the face as her body slowly eased back to normal.  Her need to hug Chase
at that moment was overwhelming.  She would see him in a couple days.
   After breakfast, Molly's morning was filled with scheduled activities,
including the ropes course that Alicia was going to try and conquer. 
Alicia was nervous about it, but she didn't want to let Molly down.  "I
promise it will be fun, once you get the hang of it," Molly encouraged. 
She told her about her first time on a ropes course when she was a little
girl, how she clung to a tree and wouldn't come down until an instructor
came up to get her.  Alicia thought it was funny, imagining Molly afraid of
something.  She decided she was not going to be afraid, and show Molly she
could do it.  It was even more fun than Molly promised.  Molly was proud of
her.
   ~ ~ ~
   Kathleen came home with a loaded car from the grocery store in
anticipation of her troops getting back tomorrow.  She was anxious to see
Molly and Jon, but was enjoying the one-on-one time with Chase.  She felt
they were growing closer the more they talked.  She wanted to get closer to
Chase.  She wanted to know his love life.  She wanted to make sure he was
being treated right.
   She could hear Chase playing video games down in the home theater,
enjoying his day off.  She busied herself unloading the car and putting
food away in the pantry and freezer.  She was already weary of the kitchen
and thought about maybe going out to eat.  This would be another perfect
opportunity to find out more about Chase's love interests.  She finished
putting things away and walked down to the basement.
   She sat down on the sofa by Chase.  Chase immediately leaned over and
kissed his mother on the cheek, without stopping the game.  "What was that
for?" she asked, smiling.
   "Nothing.  I just love you, that's all."
   Any mother appreciates unsolicited affection from her kids.  Kathleen
thought her heart would burst.  "I love you too, baby." Chase just wanted
to hear her say it--just like that.
   "Listen, I'm not into cooking tonight."
   "Let's go out!" Chase suggested, stealing away her idea.
   "What a wonderful idea!" Kathleen exclaimed.  "Where would you like to
go?"
   "Let's go to Lindy's," he suggested.
   His choice in restaurants surprised Kathleen.  Not a sports bar, or a
pizza place, Lindy's was cozy Italian fine dining.  She and Jon went there
sometimes, just the two of them.
   "Why there?" she inquired.
   "I don't know, just sounds good."
   "Have you been there before?"
   "I took Rachel there once.  I really liked it."
   "Lindy's it is.  You might want to dress a little nicer, though.  I'll
get reservations for seven o'clock."
   Kathleen called the restaurant, and then went upstairs to get ready. 
She looked for something appropriate to wear to a nice restaurant.  Most of
what she had was fairly sexy.  It was either slim dresses, or capris. 
"What the hell," she said to herself, grabbing a short black dress that
hugged her hips.  It was first-date sexy, but she thought maybe it would be
fun to go out with her son looking like a knock-out.  Tonight she'd pretend
to be a cougar.  She smiled to herself at the thought.
   As Kathleen put her makeup on in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel
like she was getting ready for a date.  She felt a little giddy as she made
her pretty face even prettier.  It was going to be fun, just the two of
them, she thought.
   Chase threw himself together in about two and a half minutes.  He opened
up the cabinet where his bottle of Eros was.  He slathered it on his neck
and chest.  He didn't even know why he put it on.  About twenty seconds to
fix the hair and he was ready to go.
   He sat on the sofa in the living room while his mother finished getting
ready.  Kathleen emerged from the hallway, still trying to get the back on
an earring.  Chase beheld his beautiful mother in her sexy black dress that
came down to about mid-thigh.  Her legs were firm and toned from all the
tennis she played.  The dress looked like it was form fitted to her butt,
which was nicer than any forty-year-old woman deserved to have.  Her dark
brown hair was elegantly pulled back in a bun.  He'd never noticed her
being quite this beautiful before.
   He watched her walk all the way into the kitchen, then got up and
followed her in.  "Can you get the zipper?" she asked.  Chase zipped her
dress up the final six inches and smoothed his hand across her back to
finish the job.
   He needed to tell her how amazing she looked.  He felt it was his duty
to make sure she understood that she was absolutely stunning, and probably
would be the most beautiful woman at the restaurant, and he appreciated
having such a beautiful woman near him.  But, all he could come up with
was, "You look good, Mom."
   "Thank you, sweetie!" she said as she kissed his forehead.  She smelled
his cologne and had the urge to embrace him right there and hold him all
day, but she resisted the temptation of touching him.
   Chase drove them in his mom's Mercedes C300, which wasn't allowed to
leave the garage without Kathleen in it.  At the restaurant, they were
seated at a small table in the corner, which suited them both.  The waiter
gave a wine list to Kathleen.
   When he walked away, she whispered, "Do you want a glass of wine?"
   "Mom, have you forgotten how old I am?" he responded in a cheeky tone.
   "I bet he'll do it," she remarked.  When the waiter came back, Kathleen
said, "We'll both have a glass of Cabernet."
   The waiter gave a glance at eighteen-year-old Chase, then back at the
forty-year-old woman.  "Very good, ma'am." he said.  Kathleen smiled
playfully at Chase with her teeth clenched.
   "So, you brought Rachel here?" she asked.
   "Yeah, it's been a while."
   "I liked her," Kathleen said.  "It's too bad you two didn't make it. 
Why did you break up?  I never felt like I got the full story."
   "I was a dumbass," he said.  Using adult language around his mother was
not something Chase usually did.  Kathleen paid no heed to his break in
etiquette.
   "Why, what did you do?"
   "I went out on her.  I thought I was amazing enough to pull it off. 
But, she was a respectable girl and would have none of it."
   "Chase," she scolded.
   "I know," he implored.  "Don't tell me; I know I was a jerk.  It was the
worst pain I ever knew when she wouldn't take me back.  If it wasn't for
Molly, I don't know what I would have done."
   "She was your shoulder to cry on?"
   "Yes.  She was there for me.  I was able to tell her things that I
couldn't tell anyone else.  I love Molly for it."
   Kathleen grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze.  She began to well up
with tears hearing Chase talk about his broken heart and Molly helping to
mend it.
   The waiter brought the wine and some bread.
   "Sip it slowly because you're only getting one," she warned.
   Chase grinned at his beautiful mother.  He loved her.  He loved looking
at her.  He was so smitten that he felt a little guilty, having recently
professed his undying love for Molly.  He was truly in love with Molly, but
the one he would always love most was sitting across from him.
   He held up his glass.  Kathleen did the same with a smile and waited to
hear what Chase would say.  "To the most beautiful mother, the most adoring
son, and the safe return of the two people we love most."
   "Aww, that's so sweet!  Well said," commented Kathleen as she touched
his glass.  "You and Molly seem to be very close these days.  It makes me
happy to see you are always there for each other."
   "We are.  I'm lucky to have her as a sister."
   "She's lucky to have you as a brother.  I know she leans on you when her
love life is bringing her down."
   "She dates douchebags, Mom.  I try to make her see those guys for what
they are, but I can't live her life for her."
   "You're right," Kathleen agreed.  She gave a sigh.  "Nearly every guy
she's brought home for the past three years has been a jerk.  Why can't she
find a boyfriend like...well, like you?"
   Chase smiled sheepishly, but didn't say anything.
   Kathleen went on, "Thank you for being her friend as well as her
brother. I've been worried about her winding up in a serious relationship
with the wrong guy.  She's the kind of girl that won't know it until it's
too late.  Knowing you've got her back is a real comfort."
   Chase felt a little guilty for the praise his mother lavished on him. 
It was true he cared deeply for Molly, but just how deep Kathleen wouldn't
understand.  "I'll always be there for her," he simply said.
   They both thoroughly enjoyed the evening together.  Spending time with
Chase as two adults was an exhilarating experience for Kathleen.  She was
astonished at how mature he was.  She was charmed by this grown-up side of
him.  Combined with his good looks, she was even more positive that Chase
was the most desirable young man she knew.  Why didn't he have a
girlfriend? Or, if he did, why wouldn't he tell her?
   After dinner, Kathleen suggested she drive.  "Better give me the keys,
big boy.  I can probably handle that glass of wine better than you can."
Chase flipped her the keys and they walked out to the parking lot.  "Since
we're all dressed up it would be a shame to go straight home," Kathleen
noted.
   "Let's take a walk in the metro park," Chase suggested.
   The walking and biking paths of the metro park were just five minutes
away.  Kathleen parked the car and they both walked onto the dimly lit
Overlook path.  The shadows were fairly large between lights, but Kathleen
felt safe with Chase.  It was a quarter-mile walk to the observation deck,
one hundred feet above the river.
   They strolled leisurely in silence for a while.  Kathleen finally broke
the silence.
   "I figured you'd have a date tonight," she noted.
   "I'm out with you, aren't I?"
   Kathleen laughed softly.  "I mean with a real girl.  You know, the
pretty mystery girl you won't tell me about?"
   "Don't worry, Mom.  I'll tell you if she's important enough." Chase felt
guilty for lying, but he hadn't figured out if or how he would tell her. 
He felt like he would have to tell her eventually, but right now, it seemed
far less complicated to just keep it a secret.
   "I know you will, baby."
   His heart melted at being called 'baby' again.  Impulsively, he took his
mother's hand.  Feeling her son's hand in hers caused a wave of affection
to ripple through Kathleen.  She entwined her fingers with his and they
held hands all the way to the observation deck.
   "Are you missing Dad this week?" chase asked
   "Yes.  It's only for a few days, but every time he goes on one of these
trips I miss him terribly.  This time was easier, though."
   "Why?"
   "Because of you.  I feel closer to you this week," she said, looking
across to the other side of the river, leaning on her hands on the deck
railing.
   "I feel the same way," Chase responded.  The wine had made Chase
completely relaxed.  He stood behind her and reached his arms around her
slender waist, hugging her from behind.  He put his chin on her shoulder.
"You know how I said at the restaurant you were the most beautiful mother?"
   "Yes," she said folding her arms over his.
   "I really meant it.  And you remember me saying I was the most adoring
son?"
   "Yes," Kathleen responded with a quiet giggle.
   "I meant that, too."
   "It's feels good to be close to you, baby." Kathleen rubbed his arms
gently.  Chase touched his cheek to his mother's and remained behind her,
holding her gently.  He settled in closer, allowing his body to press
against her entire backside.  It felt somewhat improper to be holding his
mother this way, but it felt good at the same time.  Together they rocked
slowly in a loving embrace.  At length, she turned around to face him and
gave him a loving hug.
   Chase buried his face in her neck.  A feeling of absolute well-being
settled over him, surrounded by his mother's arms.  He held her for a very
long time.  He felt he could hold her forever.  As long as their bodies
were touching, the world was a perfect place.
   Standing on the observation deck, high over the river bank, holding his
mother in his arms, Chase had an urge to tell her about him and Molly.  He
weighed the options he had before him.  One the one hand, his love for
Molly was truer than any he'd ever felt.  He was feeling so close to his
mother right now, he wanted to tell her everything.  On the other hand,
there was that pesky reality of their whole relationship being unacceptable
to society.  His heart ached to bring his two worlds together.  The wine
had relaxed his misgivings about talking frankly with his mother.  Chase
built up the courage to speak.
   Before the first word escaped Chase's lips, Kathleen spoke.  "We should
get home," she said.  The moment of revelation was dissolved.  Trepidation
once again arrested Chase's tongue, and his flash of epiphany was gone. 
His heart still ached at being untrue to his mother.  Kathleen took his
hand and led him back down the path.
   Kathleen hit the unlock button on the keychain and they got in the car.
Chase grabbed Kathleen's hand and brought it to his lips.  "I love you,
Mom," he said with a guilty heart.
   "I love you too, baby." They drove home in silence.  Kathleen parked the
car in the garage and walked into the house in front of Chase.
   "You looked absolutely stunning in that dress tonight." It was stating
the obvious, but Chase's smitten tongue couldn't be silenced.
   Kathleen smiled glowingly.  "Thank you," she said sheepishly.  "It's
your father's favorite." She kicked off her shoes and turned around for
him.
   "I have others," she joked, referring to Chase's night with Ashley.
   Chase laughed.  "I don't need to see the others," he said.  He reached
out and touched her hip, gently gliding his hand up and down her hourglass
shape.
   "Can you help me with it?" she asked casually, like she would ask for
help with carrying in the groceries.
   Chase nodded.  She walked down the hall toward the master bedroom. 
Chase followed her, unable to look away from her tiny, wiggling butt.  She
paused at the foot of the bed and waited for Chase to unzip her dress.  He
did his duty, unzipping the back of her dress half-way, revealing her bra
strap in back.  He watched her pull several bobby pins out of her hair,
letting it fall down to her back.  Kathleen shook her head violently to
loosen up the tightly bound hair, fluffing it out with her hands.  It
settled out, messy, but still beautiful.
   "Thank you for taking me out on such a wonderful date tonight," she said
coyly.
   "Thank you for buying; you can be my girlfriend any time," he joked.
   Kathleen giggled nervously as she hugged Chase.  The mere mention of the
word girlfriend made her feel twenty years younger.  "I would be your
girlfriend," she said sweetly in his ear.  She snuggled in and squeezed her
arms around his neck.  This was when they were both most comfortable.
   "You would be out of my league," Chase complemented.
   "Oh, no, honey," she implored.  "If I was a girl on the prowl right now,
I would be figuring out how to sink my hooks into you."
   She kissed Chase warmly on the lips and looked at him.  The kiss felt so
good to both of them.  Chase kissed her back, his heart melting at the
touch of his mother's sweet lips.  After two kisses, they stood at an
awkward crossroad.  Once more, and their mother-son relationship would
begin evolving into something else.  Their mutual attraction was evident;
the tension heavy, but their hearts' desires were tempered by a longing for
others.  Kathleen hugged him again, and in doing so kept their mouths
separated.
   "I can't wait for Molly and Dad to get back," Chase finally said.
   "Same here.  I miss them both so much.  Our one-on-one time this week
has been wonderful!  Thank you for being so close to your mom, sweetie."
   Chase simultaneously felt both the relief of the easing sexual tension
and the absolute raw heartache of abruptly ending his steady march toward
fulfilling his deepest, darkest fantasy.  "Goodnight, Mom," he said,
reluctantly breaking their embrace.  Pulling away from his mother felt like
stepping naked out of the warm shower into a snowstorm.  His only
consolation was a clear conscience and the thought of reuniting with Molly
tomorrow.
   "Goodnight, baby.  I love you."
   Kathleen sighed quietly after Chase left the room.  She had to sit on
the bed to ease her momentarily weakened knees.  She had been experiencing
emotions tonight that a mother shouldn't.  The allure of her son was almost
too much for her to overcome.  God help the woman that falls in love with
Chase, she thought.
   ~ ~ ~
   The next morning, at Camp Cedar Cliff, Molly busied herself with
cleaning up the cabin, hunting down lost shoes and hugging campers goodbye
all morning.  She was on top of the world!  It had been a fantastic week
and she was looking forward to getting home.  Connecting with the kids
always made a profound impact on her outlook on life.
   Last night, at the candlelight ceremony commemorating the end of another
summer camp, the campers voted for their favorite counselor this year.  For
her loving and caring guidance, helping the most afraid campers conquer
their fears, for winning the hotdog eating contest and for graciously
accepting her role as the target in the egg throwing contest, Molly was
chosen as this year's winner, hands down.  The accolade was unexpected and
actually brought tears of joy to Molly's eyes when she accepted it.  She
couldn't convey to them how much more they had given her than she them.  It
was the end of her best summer camp ever.
   Before packing away her stuff, she put the picture that Alicia had
painted of Molly and her "boyfriend" in the bottom of her suitcase so it
wouldn't get crumpled.  She had a special place in mind for it at home.
   Molly was anxious to see Chase.  She had been too busy this week to
agonize too much over missing him, but knowing she would be going home
today brought elation to her heart.  This week had been an excellent
provider of perspective.  Molly knew if she still felt as deeply in love
with her brother after camp as she did before she left home, it would be
the real deal.  Molly felt even stronger about him now.  She knew him
intimately long before they fell in love, and she knew what to expect from
Chase.  She had no doubt his love for her had an equal semblance of deep
familiarity.  If they were lovers at all, they were very close lovers
indeed.
   She hugged Alicia goodbye when her parents came to get her.  She would
miss her the most.  She always had a connection to her, and this year
brought them closer still.
   "Say 'Hi' to your boyfriend for me," she signed to her.
   Alicia blushed in front of her parents.  She smiled and signed back,
"You do the same.  I know he loves you."
   Even though Alicia had no idea that Molly was actually in love with her
own brother, she had been a comfort to her older friend this week,
imparting wisdom that even few adults would be cognizant of.
   Molly gave her the sign, "I love you." Alicia held up her right hand and
signed it back.  Molly waved to her and her parents through misty eyes. 
Her camp week was complete.
   The drive home seemed to take forever, even though home was only about
an hour and a half away.  Molly pulled into the drive to find Chase out
watering the garden.  She smiled and waved to her brother.  Kathleen,
hearing her car pull up, came outside to greet Molly.
   Chase stood in the garden, watching the two women he loved most in the
world hold each other in a warm embrace.  They both looked beautiful.  He
dropped the hose and walked over to the two women.
   Molly stopped talking to her mom long enough to give Chase a warm
hug--but not too warm in front of their mother.  "How is Alicia?" Chase
asked.
   "She's wonderful!  I love her so much, you don't even know.  Look at
this!"
   Molly opened up her car and fished out the plaque she had been awarded
last night by the campers.
   "Favorite counselor!" Kathleen exclaimed.  "That's so precious!  I'm
proud of you, honey; I know you deserved it."
   "Where's Dad?" Molly inquired.
   "I'm picking him up at the airport this afternoon," Kathleen informed.
   "I'll get your stuff," Chase offered.  Molly popped the trunk and they
both grabbed her bags.  Chase followed her to her room.  Having Molly back
in the house felt so good!  He'd missed her terribly, and not being able to
discuss it with their mother had made the week even harder to endure.  They
dropped the bags on Molly's bed and Molly took Chase's hand.  Chase looked
at her.  She pulled him close and put a hand on his face, closing her eyes
and drawing near.  She was finally with him again.  They kissed tenderly in
a wet exchange.
   "Oh my God, it's good to be with you," she hissed.
   "It's good to be with you too, Bun."
   "No, you have no idea."
   "I have some idea," he quipped.
   "It's just that being away from you this week has been a real--"
   "Molly!" Kathleen yelled from down the hall.  "Where are you?"
   "I'm right here!  I'm talking to Chase." Molly rolled her eyes at Chase
and headed out to answer her mother's call.  Chase went back outside to
finish his gardening chores.
   Molly and Kathleen talked while Chase worked in the garden.  Kathleen
wanted to know all the details of Molly's week.  She was excited that Molly
was making such great strides toward her chosen career field of translating
for the deaf.  Molly thoroughly enjoyed the kids at camp, and thought maybe
she would focus her career on working with children.  Her free spirit and
loving personality was ideal for building relationships with kids. 
Kathleen was glowing at her beautiful daughter.  She couldn't be prouder!
   "I can't wait for you to show your dad that plaque!" Kathleen beamed. 
"Speaking of him, I'd better get to the airport." Kathleen grabbed her
purse and gave Molly another hello-goodbye kiss before heading out to the
garage.
   She rolled down her window as she pulled out of the driveway.  "Chase!
Don't worry about those weeds, baby.  I'll get them." She kissed her hand
and waved.  Chase just smiled and kept working.  He loved it when she
called him baby.  A few minutes later, Molly joined him in the garden.
   "Hey, Farmer Brown!" she teased.  "Did you get in trouble or something?"
   Chase chuckled.  "No.  Working out here clears my head."
   "I didn't think there was much in that head, except for your undying
love for me," she kidded.
   "You would be frightened to know what's really in the head of guys."
   Chase got up and took her hand, leading her over to the patio.  Molly
asked him as they sat down at the table, "Did you and Mom get some bonding
in this week?"
   "Funny you should mention that," he said.  "We talked a lot about love
and relationships.  She's worried about you."
   "She should be," Molly said with a wink.
   "I told her I'm watching out for you.  I didn't actually say how much I
had watched you," he joked.  "I also learned a great deal about her and
Dad."
   Molly's eyes lit up.  "Oh yeah?  Well, lay it on me, stringean!  Give me
the goods."
   "Molly, we were right about them being swingers."
   Her eyes got as big as softballs.  "Holy shit!" She whispered loudly. 
"I knew it!  Will and Sara, right?"
   Chase nodded.  "She gave me a lot of details.  Do you want to hear
them?"
   Molly stomped her feet on the patio bricks like a kid on Christmas
morning.  "What did she tell you?" she asked excitedly.
   "They've been doing this for years.  But she said they usually only
swing with one couple.  They've been with Will and Sara for a couple years.
Will and Sara are a little weird, I think."
   "Why?  Are they kinky, or something?"
   "Sort of.  They've been using Mom and Dad for the things they won't do
to each other."
   "Like?"
   "Like anal."
   Molly covered her mouth.  "Who likes anal?"
   "Sara does."
   "And, so, Will..."
   "Doesn't"
   "So, Dad..."
   Chase nodded.  Molly looked down with wide eyes in disbelief.  "Holy
shit!  Dad?  Really?  And what about Will and Mom?"
   "Um," Chase cleared his throat.  "I don't quite understand that one. 
Will has gotten into some weird role play stuff that Mom has just been
dealing with.  I don't think he's abusive, but it doesn't sound like Mom's
really into it."
   That wasn't what Molly was expecting.  "Wow.  It kind of sounds like
they're being used, doesn't it?"
   "Yes.  That's even how Mom put it."
   "How in the world did you get her to open up like that?"
   "It wasn't without some prying.  She seemed willing to talk about it
once I got her started, though."
   "Don't you think they kind of get jealous with the extra people?"
   "That's what I thought!  Mom says they get turned on even more.  Like,
they get busy with each other afterward."
   "Jesus, she did give you details!" Molly was a little stunned at her
mother's forthrightness with Chase.
   "She was trying to pry details out of me too, Molly.  She thinks I have
a girlfriend that I won't tell her about."
   "Don't you?" she asked with a sly smile.
   Chase leaned over to her.  Molly leaned in to meet him and their lips
touched.
   "Are you my girlfriend?" Chase asked after kissing her.
   Molly nodded with a smile.  "I missed you."
   Chase held her face in his hands and kissed her like the lover he was.
Molly felt herself melt in her seat, thankful she was sitting down.  She
was suddenly reminded again of the powerful effect Chase's kisses had on
her.  She was a little uneasy about falling under his control so
effortlessly, but she trusted her heart with Chase.
   Chase stopped kissing her to get back to their discussion.  The fuzzy
pink cloud in Molly's brain evaporated and she could think clearly again.
   "So, what did you tell her?" she asked.
   "I froze.  All I could say was I wasn't ready to talk about it.  She
definitely knows something's up, but she doesn't know it's us."
   "God, Chase!  What will this do to Mom and Dad?"
   "I don't know, Bun.  I've tried not to think about it."
   Chase knew one thing for sure: Any consequences they faced wouldn't
diminish his love for Molly.  He'd move to a deserted island if that's what
it took to be with her.  Molly couldn't bear to hurt her parents, but if
faced with the choice between their love and Chase's, her heart was with
Chase.  She prayed it would never come to that.
   "I'd better get unpacked," she said at last.  Molly pushed herself up
using Chase's knees and went into the house.
   Chase went back to his gardening chores.  He didn't have to; he just
felt the need.  Chase mulled their situation over in his mind.  He wanted
to tell Kathleen; maybe she would understand, but then again, maybe she
wouldn't.  Telling their parents would certainly make things difficult at
home, he thought.  Maybe it would be best to just let it ride for a while.
He and Molly could keep their hands off each other when they needed to--for
now.
   Kathleen and Jon returned from the airport to find Chase still working
in the garden.  Chase came over to give his dad a hug.  "Mom says you've
been a model son this week," Jon said to him with a wink.
   "She's a slave driver, Dad!  You see what she's got me doing over
there?"
   "That's not true at all!" Kathleen exclaimed, almost missing Chase's
joke.  She touched his face with both hands and gave him a kiss.  "You're
such a wise guy," she said, gently slapping his cheek.
   Molly opened her suitcase and began sorting out the dirty clothes from
the clean ones.  She put her clean clothes back in their places and started
a dirty pile in the middle of the floor.  She cleared the last of her
clothes from the bottom of the suitcase, revealing Alicia's picture of
Molly and her mystery boyfriend.  She read the words at the bottom and
smiled.  "Love Is Not Complicated," it said.  She wedged it into the frame
of her dresser mirror, proudly displaying it, although she was doubting the
wisdom of Alicia's words right at that moment.
   Molly heard the door to the garage open, signifying that her parents
were home.  She gathered her pile of dirty clothes in the middle of the
floor and carried them to the hamper.  When she opened the lid, she
discovered a familiar pair of pink panties at the bottom of the basket. 
She dropped her pile on the floor and reached in to pick up the panties. 
They looked clean; Chase must have rinsed them well.  She recalled the text
he sent her after he had defiled her pretty panties.  She broke a smile at
the silliness that a young man's libido will drive him to.  She dropped
them back in and piled her clothes on top.
   "Hi, Daddy!" Molly said with smile as she met Jon in the living room.
   "Hi, Pumpkin!" Jon said, kissing her lips and giving her a long, warm
embrace.  "How was your week?"
   "It was amazing!  Best time I ever had there."
   "Show him your plaque!" Kathleen said excitedly.
   Molly ran to her room to retrieve it.  She held it up for Jon to see. 
"Oh, wow, congratulations!  What did you do to earn it?"
   "Basically just tolerate more abuse than the other counselors," she said
wryly.
   Jon and Kathleen got a good laugh.  "I know it took more than that,
sweetie," Kathleen said.
   Kathleen started dinner for the four of them.  It was good to have
everybody home.  Molly went to her room to finish putting away her stuff
and get a shower.  It felt so good to get back into her own bathroom. 
Alone with her thoughts, she felt joy in her heart being back with her
family, especially Chase.  She fantasized about the next time they would
have a chance to be together alone.  They would have to be sneaky, she
thought.
   After starting dinner, Kathleen unpacked Jon's dirty laundry and
collected Molly's from her hamper.  As she sorted the laundry, she found a
once-white tee shirt, completely stained with a yellow crust, a casualty of
the egg throwing contest.  Kathleen couldn't imagine why Molly felt the
need to bring back such a nasty article of clothing.  She threw it in the
sink under running water to rinse it out.
   She found a pair of Chase's underwear in with Molly's laundry.  Kathleen
thought it was a little strange, but didn't think much of it; things get
mixed up all the time.  As she got to the bottom of the basket, the last
item was a pair of pink panties, which she threw in with the reds.
   Kathleen went to put the first load of darks into the wash when she
glanced back at the pink panties.  Why did they look familiar?  Kathleen
couldn't understand at first why they caught her attention.  Chase's
nightstand!  They looked remarkably similar.  She didn't want to assume
they were the same, but it seemed an odd coincidence.  Just to prove to
herself they weren't the same, Kathleen decided to walk back to Chase's
room while he was in the basement, and look in his nightstand.  Pulling
open the drawer, she was surprised to find the panties missing.  Could they
be?  No way!  Why would Chase have his sister's underwear?  What's more,
she began to question why a pair of Chase's boxers was mixed up with
Molly's clothes.  Kathleen was prepared to overlook the coincidence, but
she couldn't quite put it out of her mind.  She would investigate further,
but not tonight.  She decided she wasn't going to tell Jon about it. 
Hopefully it was nothing.
   They all ate dinner as a family again.  Molly regaled them with camp
stories, which got funnier every year.  Everybody understood why Molly
loved it there so much.  She was a hero to those kids.  Kathleen was sure
Molly's career path would involve helping children.
   Bed time came a little earlier than usual.  It just seemed that's where
everybody wanted to be tonight.  Chase was brushing his teeth when Molly
came into the bathroom already in her nightshirt to do the same thing.  She
bumped him out of her way with her hip so she could get to the sink.  When
her toothbrush was wet, Chase bumped her back out of the way so he could
spit.  Molly pinched his butt as he bent over the sink, causing him to
lurch forward.  Molly rinsed and leaned out to peek down the hallway.  She
came back in quickly to meet Chase's loving lips, sighing as they kissed.
She had longed to be with him for what seemed like a year.  Now that they
were together, they still couldn't be as close as they wanted to be.  "Come
visit me later?" Molly said, rubbing Chase's side.  Chase nodded.
   Chase climbed into bed, wondering how long he should wait before
venturing down the hall to be with Molly.  They needed to be sure their
parents were in for the night.  He laid in his underwear, thinking about
the kiss he and Molly just shared.  Her mouth felt so wonderful to him. 
Molly was a really good kisser, with just the right of wetness, and sweet
breath--always sweet breath.  She could make him feel her love with just
her tongue.  Thinking about it was making Chase drift off with happy
thoughts.  He looked at the clock; it had only been 20 minutes.  He needed
to wait longer.  He drifted off to sleep again.  This time he was out cold.
   Another 20 minutes went by.  Suddenly, Molly burst into Chase's room in
a hurry, startling him awake.  She said nothing, but touched her index
finger to her lips in a quiet gesture.  She grabbed his hand and literally
pulled him out of bed and down the dark hall.  Chase attempted to gather
his wits after being rudely thrust awake.  What the hell was she doing? 
They stopped at the door of their parent's room, which was open.  Chase
could see that the light was on in the room.  Molly motioned for him to
stand right next to her.  From that angle, he could look straight at the
bed, which had Jon and Kathleen on it--naked.
   The master suite consisted of a short hallway, with the bathroom on the
immediate left as one entered, and the bedroom proper at the end of the
hall.  Standing out in the dark hall, the two kids were invisible from the
bedroom, but could see their parents clearly, as long as the nightstand
lamp was on.
   They were engaged in foreplay, with Kathleen on all fours, leaning down
and kissing Jon, who was lying on his back, sideways on the bed.  Chase
couldn't believe his eyes.  He always believed if he ever laid eyes on such
a sight as his parents having sex, he would find it completely revolting.
Now that he was actually witnessing it, he discovered he had no such
aversion.  In fact, it was turning him on.
   "Oh my God!" he whispered in Molly's ear.  He moved behind her to get a
better view.
   Kathleen's naked behind was clearly visible, pointing right towards
them. She was unmoving, intently kissing her husband, whispering to him
words the kids couldn't hear.  Jon's lengthy hard on could be seen standing
at attention.  Molly was taken aback by his sheer size; she had never seen
a man that big before.  The two stood in silence, mesmerized by what they
were watching.
   Kathleen and Jon weren't thinking about the door being open.  The moment
of lovemaking overtook them so suddenly they hadn't even properly gotten
ready for bed, just stripping their clothes off right there.  Garments
could be seen strewn around the bed on the floor.  The two were so glad to
be together, the rest of the world was already shut out of their minds.  An
earthquake wouldn't interrupt them now.
   Kathleen crawled over and got between Jon's legs.  She'd missed him
terribly.  This was their first sexual touch since he'd been back home. 
The best thing about being apart was the welcome home, and she was ready to
reunite.  She looked up at him as she scooped his scrotum into her mouth.
She reached up and took Jon's hand and held it while she caressed his balls
with her tongue.
   "Oh, Kath," Jon said to her, relishing the intense feeling of first
being touched.  Kathleen licked up his long member to the tip and caressed
it with her wet lips, not quite taking it into her mouth.  Jon reached down
with both hands and bundled up her hair in the back and passed it all to
his right hand so he could see her pretty face.  He studied her loving eyes
as she slipped his cock into her mouth.  She caressed it with her tongue,
getting him totally wet with saliva.  She pushed down slowly, allowing her
relaxing throat to accept most of his length.
   The two kids silently stood in the hall, unmoving.  Molly watched her
dad lovingly touch the side of Kathleen's face with his fingertips,
shepherding the last few errant strands of hair over her ear while she held
his cock in her throat.  Her heart melted at the tender gesture.  His
loving touch in this intimate moment looked no different to her than the
way he treated her when they were all together.  She observed his true love
in that gentle moment.
   Jon sat up slightly and held Kathleen's head in both hands as she bobbed
slowly up and down his massive manhood.  He never looked away from her
beautiful face, maintaining his own pleasant expression.  Kathleen was so
good at this that Jon would frequently zone out and let it go on for
several minutes at a time.  Lately he was trying to be aware of Kathleen's
efforts, making sure she was receiving as much as she was giving.  He
coaxed her away from his dick and brought her mouth to his.  Kathleen
straddled him as they kissed tenderly.
   Seeing his mother's naked body fully exposed sent a chill through Chase.
He took a deep breath.  It didn't surprise him to see that his mother's
body was completely hairless.  She took perfect care of herself; it made
sense she would make regular trips to the spa for her brazilian wax.  Molly
already knew this, having known her mother's grooming habits through girl
talk.  But she hadn't fully appreciated her beauty until now.
   Hearing Chase's erratic breathing, Molly sensed he was feeling the same
ecstatic charge as her.  She reached back and took his left hand in hers,
entwining fingers, enraptured by the loving going on in the blessedly
illuminated room.
   Kathleen straddled Jon, lying down on his chest, bringing her face to
his in a pose only a gymnast could do comfortably.  They lay there for
several minutes, kissing, caressing and whispering.
   "What do you think they're talking about?" whispered Molly.
   "How awesome their kids are," answered Chase.
   Molly tried not to giggle.
   Kathleen gave Jon a long, slow kiss with her tongue and at last slid
backward, bringing her vagina over Jon's hard cock.  Molly squeezed Chase's
hand in anticipation of penetration.  They watched their dad slip his large
dick into her bare pussy about half way before withdrawing it and thrusting
again, this time all the way.  Their mother's wetness could be seen from
the hallway, Jon's member glistening in the warm light.
   Chase impulsively reached around Molly and touched her tummy, drawing
her into him.  Molly felt his hard cock press against her ass and pushed
back harder against him, rubbing up and down.  They both fought hard to
control their breathing, finding it difficult to remain quiet in their
aroused states.
   Kathleen sat up and ground her hips on her husband, her little ass
pointed toward her children.  Chase slid his hand up and touched Molly's
breast through her shirt, nuzzling into her neck and continuing to rub his
erection on her ass.
   Jon sat up and hugged Kathleen in a lovemaking embrace.  Her C-cup
breasts were pressed against his chest.  They kissed tenderly while
Kathleen continued grinding her hips, filled completely by her husband. 
They stopped kissing and gazed into each others' eyes, unflinching, for
what seemed like an eternity.  Their two kids held their own embrace out in
the hall, unable to look away, caught in the loving moment with them. 
Chase and Molly watched patiently, while their parents visually absorbed
each other, slowly making love.
   Molly watched her dad's eyes, her own beginning to tear up at the silent
love that was emanating from them.  There was no question Jon was
hopelessly in love with her.  She had seen that look from him before, in
the thousands of displays of affection he'd given Kathleen right in front
of the kids.  Now she watched him doing it in private, in the most intimate
situation possible, and the look was the same.  There was no show in Jon;
he was the genuine article.
   At last, Jon rolled Kathleen over, maintaining penetration, her head
gently coming to rest on a pillow.  He kissed her deeply as he began
stroking his length slowly in and out of Kathleen's small, hairless vagina.
Molly reached back and grabbed the back of Chase's neck, thoroughly turned
on watching her dad's firm ass thrust in and out.  Chase and Molly
silently, attentively, blissfully experienced their parents having loving
sex, but only with their eyes and ears.  The other three senses they could
only imagine.  They could have stood there all night learning about true
love making from their parents, but suddenly Kathleen reached up and turned
off the lamp, leaving the four of them in total darkness.
   Chase kissed Molly's neck while he held her large breast in his hand. 
She stood there, enjoying the wetness he was imparting on her neck, and the
tickle of his hair on her ear.  At last she turned around and kissed him
deeply, slowly.  They stayed absolutely quiet, listening to the breathing
and moaning and loving coming from the bedroom.  The two kids had been
spellbound at what they had just witnessed, and did now both desperately
need to make love themselves.  They kissed with a passion gleaned from the
love in the next room, an extension of the true love that Jon and Kathleen
shared.  Chase and Molly felt like they were part of it in a way, as if the
empathy they felt for their parents' love making brought them physically
closer to them.  But they couldn't be, of course.  They could only be with
each other, and Molly tried to hurry that along by dragging Chase down the
hall once again, this time to her own room.
   She shut the door quietly.  Calmly, they both watched each other slowly
take off their night clothes.  They each had impulses to attack and rape
the other in a fit of mad sex, but they both wanted long, slow, loving sex
even more.  Like brakes holding back a freight train, Chase forced himself
to move slowly, as he slipped his arms around his naked sister's waist. 
Molly hugged his neck and they stood there in her room, pressing their
naked bodies together in a loving embrace.
   "I'm so glad you're my brother," Molly whispered to him.  She nibbled
his earlobe, softly breathing into his ear through her nose.  Chase loved
his sister's whispering voice in his ear.  It was probably the sexiest
sound he knew.
   "Tell me more," he implored.
   "I love having you so close to me," she went on.  "I love having you in
my room.  I love having you in my bed." She licked his ear.
   "Why do you love me?" he asked, encouraging her to keep whispering in
his ear.
   "I love you because you make me feel beautiful.  I love you because you
know me better than anyone and still choose to be with me.  I love you
because you are beautiful." She kissed his neck.  "You're so beautiful,
Chase."
   Chase's heart beat hard in his chest.  The love he felt in the house
tonight was completely overwhelming.  He wanted to savor it.  He wanted to
taste it like honey from a neverending fountain.  He wanted to make love
like his parents were doing down the hall.
   He sat down on the bed, accepting Molly's beautiful breasts in his face
as she straddled him.  Molly reached behind her and guided the tip of his
penis between her moist labia as Chase suckled her nipples.  The time for
foreplay had long passed.  Molly needed him inside her like a pistil
wanting pollen.
   "Make love to me like Dad is to Mom right now," she whispered in his ear
as she slid onto his erection, penetrating to the base.  Molly said it only
for the sake of uttering the beautiful words; they clearly were on the same
wavelength.  Not only were they eager to emulate their parents' love
making, but also the love their parents had for each other.  Molly
commenced a slow grind on him, her knees bearing her weight on the bed.
   Daddy's kissing her neck," she whispered in his ear.  Chase obliged the
suggestion, gladly savoring the smell and taste of Molly's tender skin. 
Molly exhaled in his ear at the sensual stimulation of Chase's tongue on
her neck and his thick tool in her vagina.  She abandoned grinding in favor
of slowly thrusting up and down on him.
   They kissed, in a slow, loving, sexual embrace, writhing, rocking,
Molly's soft ass rising and falling onto Chase's lap, her hard nipples
pressed against his firm chest.  She rode him steadily, kissing his face
all over.  Without even thrusting hard, Molly was already feeling an orgasm
well up deep inside.  It would be even easier than normal for her tonight;
the mood was just right, the love intense.
   She straightened her legs in front of her, putting all her weight on
Chase's lap, driving his cock into her tender, tight pussy as deep as it
would go.  She went back to grinding, nurturing the climax that was
approaching.  "He's going to make Mom cum.  She loves him so much!" she
said into his ear.  Chase lay back and thrust rhythmically for Molly.
   Making love to her brother in concert with their parents'
lovemaking--sex that was simultaneously real and imagined--was a thrill
Molly never knew existed.  "Tell me you love me," she demanded.
   "I love you."
   "Tell me you love me," she said again, in a higher voice this time.
   "I love you more than anything, Bun."
   "Do you love me as much as Dad loves Mom?"
   "More."
   "Oh, Chase!" she said, convulsing on his pole, climaxing with Chase's
words echoing repeatedly in her head.  She had never cum that easily
before. Their lovemaking had just gotten started, with Chase still hard
inside her pussy.  She got up momentarily and Chase moved toward the middle
of the bed.  She kissed him feverishly before mounting him again, reversed
from her previous position.  Molly immediately slipped her brother's cock
back into the dripping pink folds of her young pussy.
   Chase put a pillow under his head to watch Molly's beautiful ass grind
on him.  It was even sexier than in the fantasy he'd had, imagining this
very moment.  The pretty pink rose of her ass was spreading slightly open,
inviting him to touch it.  He felt her cheeks with his hands, rubbing them,
pushing them forward and letting them push back as Molly fucked him slowly.
He let a thumb slip down between her cheeks, dangerously close to her most
private area.  The thrill was incredibly erotic.  Chase brushed his thumb
ever closer to her anus, unsure of what Molly would think.
   "Yes," she said simply.  Feeling her brother touch her there began a
whole new phase of arousal for her.  She anxiously awaited his fingers to
explore further.
   Chase felt an intense excitement at pushing the boundary.  Suddenly
touching her in such a dirty way in the context of the beautiful true love
they were experiencing seemed at odds with each other.  Yet, it was an
equal expression of love, and Molly seemed to be readily accepting his
wanton advance.  Her acceptance of it turned him on even more and he
continued dirty-touching her.
   Chase touched her puckered hole with his index finger, rubbing up and
down across the opening.  He scraped some of her pussy juice off of his
glistening shaft and spread it around her anus, and then pushed his finger
against it, initiating partial penetration.  Molly inhaled deeply at the
sensation, thrusting on his cock, pushing her ass back onto his firmly-held
finger, penetrating just a few centimeters.
   "I like you touching me there," she said.  "You like to touch me, don't
you?"
   "Jesus, Molly, you're so fucking sexy!"
   She got up from him and turned around.  She nuzzled into his neck,
licking him all over.  "Explore me some more," she said softly.  Molly got
on the edge of the bed on her knees, much to the delight and surprise of
her enamored brother.  She pressed her breasts against the bed, forcing her
ass high into the air.  Chase got on his knees on the floor behind her and
kissed up the back of one of her thighs.  Molly felt the trail of wetness
approach her rear end and readied herself to feel the ecstasy of her
brother's tongue on her tender rose.
   He paused to examine her pretty ass as she stuck it out.  It was so
beautiful and round, her anus flanked on either side by sparse hair that
continued on from her attractive pussy.  He kissed the inside of her butt
cheeks and licked around her sphincter in a spiral orbit, finally letting
the tip of his tongue touch her hole.  She inhaled quickly at the touch. 
Chase flattened his tongue against it, leaving all the saliva he possibly
could.
   The dichotomy of sweetly loving each other while at the same time having
raunchy sex brought about a transcendental lust in both of them.  They were
making love, but doing it in a dirty way, and it just served to drive their
taboo lust to new heights.  Molly's libido was peaking at the thought of
where Chase's mouth was.
   Stiffening his tongue, Chase pushed the tip in.  Molly inhaled audibly,
thoroughly enjoying the invasion of her most private area by the man she
loved.  She moaned while she pushed back against his face, forcing his
tongue further into her anal canal.  He flicked it around inside her,
causing Molly to nearly squeal in ecstasy.
   "Oh, God, you're such a dirty boy," she moaned.  Chase ground his chin
between her labia , extracting some of her newly erupted wetness.  He
scooped it up with his tongue and pushed it into her ass.  Chase longed to
be inside her and moved up onto the bed behind Molly.
   "Be gentle," she said, still up on her knees.  "Ease it in slowly."
Chase had never had anal sex before and didn't want to hurt her.  It all
happened so fast, he couldn't believe he was about do this with his sister.
He did as she directed and placed the head of his penis at the opening of
her wet, relaxed hole.  He pressed the tip against her anus and began to
slip it inside.  Molly took an audible, quick, high-pitched breath as she
felt the head of Chase's penis begin to penetrate.  Chase paused
momentarily and let her get used to it.
   "Okay," she said at length.  "Slowly," she reiterated.  He pushed in a
tiny bit further and partially withdrew.  He did it again, this time
getting a full inch inside.  Molly breathed steadily, concentrating on
relaxing and accepting Chase's girth into her tiny hole.  The head of his
penis was inside.  Chase waited patiently, rubbing Molly's back, helping
her to relax enough to accept the wider shaft.
   This was a new kind of sex for Chase, but he instinctively knew the pace
his sister wanted.  Molly pushed back a little, helping to begin
penetration of the hefty shaft of his cock.  Chase reached down and scooped
up some more girl-cream from Molly's vagina and spread it on his member. 
Thrusting a little further, back out, and then a little further, Chase
slowly, gradually, tenderly made it all the way inside his sister's
accepting rear hole.  He stroked steadily the entire length, in and out,
watching her puckered entrance stretch wide to accept his large tool.
   "Are you okay?" he asked, breaking out of his lustful stupor.
   "You're a wonderful lover," Molly stated.  The only other time she had
had anal sex was with Ryan, who was insistent about it.  He had little
patience for her need for slow initiation, and the sex was uncomfortable.
   Chase, on the other hand, she knew would have taken all night if she
needed him to.  But now she was relaxed and into it.  It was time for
Chase's needs to be fulfilled.  "You're not hurting me," she reassured. 
"Make it good for you."
   "I love you, Bun," he said.  "I love your buns."
   Molly laughed at his stupid joke.  "My buns love you," she replied. 
"Wait, let's get more comfortable."
   Chase slipped out of her and Molly lay down prone on her big sex pillow
that she enjoyed riding when she was alone.  She spread her legs and
positioned herself so her ass was pushed up high.  Chase mounted her again
and easily worked his penis back in.
   "Oh, fuck!" Molly exclaimed.
   "Did that hurt?" he asked, concerned at her outburst.
   "No, it feels so good!  You can fuck me hard."
   It was all Chase needed to hear.  He put his hands on the bed and drove
hard into Molly's ass, pressing her hips into the pillow with each thrust.
Molly reached down under her body and found her clit, rubbing it steadily
while Chase continued to stroke inside her ass.
   Molly moaned quietly at the double-stimulation.  She was in disbelief
that she had encouraged Chase to do this, but was very glad it was
happening.  They both enjoyed the spontaneous, unconventional sex, and the
ease with which it happened.
   Chase could see Molly's arm underneath her and knew what she was doing.
The thought of her masturbating while he was drilling her tight ass made it
extremely hard to hold off his climax.
   "Oh, Jesus, Molly!" he exclaimed.
   Molly decided to throw in a little dirty talk to make it extra fun for
him.  "How long have you wanted to do this to your sister?  How long have
you wanted to fuck my sweet round ass?"
   "All my life," Chase responded honestly from his primal brain.
   "Watch my ass jiggle as you cum.  Cum in my ass, Chase.  Make your dream
come true.  Fill me with your hot man-milk!"
   Chase erupted quickly, ejaculating an ample supply of semen into her
rectum.  Molly slowly wiggled her ass back and forth for him as his spasms
faded away.  Chase smiled at his sister's back, watching her still work his
softening cock with her ass.  He dropped his weight onto his sister and
relaxed for a moment.  Her soft round ass felt comfortable as he lay prone
on her, still fully penetrated.
   At last he withdrew and lay down next to her.  "Hot man-milk?" he
mocked, laughing.
   "What?  Oh, that's it, ridicule me for trying to make it hot!" she said
in feigned agitation.
   Chase thought for a moment, aiming to find a suitable response, unable
to remove his smile.  "How about, wiener mayonnaise?"
   "Jerk."
   "Oh!  Here's a good one: hot vanilla cream.  I like that one."
   "How about 'jism in your hand next time,'" she countered.
   Chase was still in disbelief he and his sister had just done that.  She
had done and said all the right things to make it perfect for him.  She was
the wonderful lover, not him, he thought.  He was unbelievably lucky.
   "I love you, Bun," he said, lying down next to her.
   Molly kissed her brother on the cheek.  "What do you think the parents
are doing?"
   "Probably still at it," he replied.
   "Yeah, because Dad's a real man," she jabbed with a giggle, as Chase
pinched her nipple in retaliation.  Molly threw her arms around Chase and
hugged him tight.  "Don't go, okay?  I don't want to sleep without you
tonight."
   "Wild horses couldn't drag me away."
   "That's beautiful!" she said.  She wondered if he was really that poetic
or if he had recited song lyrics.  It was probably a song; he was such a
cheese ball.
   Chase lightly scratched her back.  She turned over with her back to him
so he could do it properly.  Chase spooned up to her naked body and
scratched her back with one hand while caressing her hair with the other.
   Relaxing under the gentle touch of her brother, Molly yearned to tell
her parents of their love.  She wanted to take Chase by the hand, walk
right into their bedroom and declare their love for each other.  It was too
true, too amazing not to share.  She hoped he would agree.  She would talk
to Chase about it soon, she thought.
   "I love you too," she said, just before she dozed off in the comfortable
warmth of her brother's body.
   to be continued....
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Uncomplicated Ch 02