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Author’s Note

A stark tension sat in the air, its presences a thick and undeniable fog, plaguing me with each step, as I followed Mom downstairs. "Did I do something wrong?" My voice betrayed the guilt that sat in my stomach, the knowledge of my taboo affair with my older sister, Hayley.

Mom was curvy, and stacked, her hair a bundle of dark waves that flowed onto her shoulders, her body full in all the right places, a slim waist paired with the thickness of her ass, her breasts like two teardrops, perky and subtle, a stark contrast to Hayley and her heavy-set chest.

She didn’t turn to answer. She continued forward, her shoulders carrying an unusual tension, the soft flow of her hips, now a focused strut with each step down to the living room. She looked back at me, then opened the living room door. She watched me with a look of scorn in her glare, the deep brown boiling with an incessant anger.

“You know what you did.”

She walked in, and I followed behind her. I immediately saw the confirmation of my fears, Hayley, her head down, as she sat on the couch. She sported a light pink top that I had bought for her, the fabric of it a light stretch across her globes, tight and revealing, the same top she’d always worn to tease my arousal.

"Sit." Mom said.

I followed her orders, and took a spot near Hayley. I could see the worry on her face, and neck, and chest, stretching in a deep pink hue across her skin.

"Now..." Mom took a deep sigh. "I want you to tell me what you both think you're in trouble for?"

We both knew.

Of course we did.

For three months, we'd indulged in a relationship that made no sense for siblings. We embraced the heat of each moment we were in, where making out turned into touching, where touching created a new routine between us, my cock barrelling against her wet mouth, her body mine to use however I wanted.

"Hmmm, so nobody's got an answer?" Mom smiled with a knowing glee. "Can't say I'm not proud that you're sticking up for each other." She walked to the dining table, and grabbed a chair. She pulled it in front of us, then sat down, crossing her pale smooth legs, as she watched me for a reaction.

For a brief moment, it seemed as though she was teasing me. She looked me dead in the eye, as Hayley held her head down in shame. It was just the two of us, her face giving away that she knew everything, her bust just barely covered by her top, exposing her cleavage to her son.

"So since nobody wants to say it. I'll say it instead."

Hayley’s head shot up in waiting. We both stared at her, anxious at what we were about to hear, hopeful for some miracle, something that wouldn't put into words the lines we'd crossed, and the pleasure we'd created.

"I seem to have raised two perverts." Our hopes crashed with her words. "My own son and daughter, engaging in thi-" Her voice choked up. She took a deep breath, and shook her head. "Explain yourselves."

We both sat there unsure of what to say. I looked at Hayley, her eyes a mix of green and brown, her soft freckles reminding me of what started this, how beautiful she was, how close we'd been.

"It was my fault." I lied. "We were just- It was just messing around a little. It wasn't anything serious."

Mom furrowed her brow. "It wasn't anything serious?"

I lied again. “No.”

"And what would you consider serious, sweetie?"

She was clearly guiding me into a trap. I didn't know how far her knowledge went, or how much she knew.

I stayed silent.

"Hayley? What do you have to say in this?"

Hayley had never been a confrontational person. She was always my quiet older sister, the quiet bookish type, her looks undermined by her lack of confidence, as an hourglass frame hid behind her baggy wardrobe.

She was the one that had started this all. One look was all it took to give her the confidence she needed. One glance from her younger brother had sparked a wave of suggestions, and pictures and videos, each one dirtier than the last, until she found me jerking off and offered to help.

"I don't know..." Her voice left her in a whisper. "We're- we were just messing around, like Luke said."

Mom had always had a soft spot for her. I could see it in her eyes now, a quiet disappoint, a soft betrayal. She opened her mouth, but no words left. She sat back into the chair, her shorts exposing the milk tones of her thick thighs.  

"There's a line..." Mom continued, before turning her attention to Hayley. "Bring me my laptop from the kitchen counter."

Hayley stood up. I struggled to not look at her form, the usual glare I’d take at her soft, round ass, the way her hips moved like a model’s, as though made to show off everything I wanted from her.