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In spite of the loss of a father and husband, we had, I think I speak for both of us, a happy family life. We two.

I stopped just inside the front door and looked around the silent great room and the memories of childhood flooded over me. Here after Dad's funeral I had heard all that advice starting with "you'll have to be the man around here now, Prince. I'm sure you can handle it! You're a big boy now! Watch after your step Mom."

All those sad faces of well-intentioned relatives. And then they were gone. And then it was just the two of us.

I wandered aimlessly around the house at first, touching long remembered furniture, small sculptures, picture frames, then started a cup of coffee, I found myself in her bedroom and tears came to my eyes for a few fleeting moments as the memories flowed over me, clutching at my gut.

All these things to be disposed of. I slid drawers open at random, then closed them. The familiar scent of long remembered perfumes found me.

I recalled with mixed emotions the day at about age ten that her panty drawer had interested me. I slid the deep drawer open and let my fingers slide over the silken treasures. She had really loved pretty things. Pretty underwear, lovely nightgowns, luxurious stockings; and I had loved them too, I remembered.

"Still do!" I said sardonically to the vacant house.

Another drawer held mostly brassieres and garter belts and I smiled at the fact that she had sometimes worn old-fashioned stockings and garter belts long after pantyhose had supplanted them.

"You're still a sexy lady in my book, Ma!" I don't know who I was talking to, just entertaining myself, I guess.

I held up a brassiere and recalled how her breasts had looked in these pretty things. Her breasts were rather large, not big and floppy, just full and firm. The bra looked like a second skin holding their soft treasures, and even constrained by the material, they would sway slightly when she moved.

At age nine, I had only just noticed how attractive they looked when her blouse gaped open and I glanced down to see the cleavage and the lovely swell captured under nylon cups. I was attracted and curious, but it wasn't quite sexual, just the first stirrings of sex raising its head, perhaps. They looked warm and the fabric clung as if it was slightly damp. She had a beauty mark on her left breast just above the lace trim.

I dropped the bra back in the drawer and started to turn away. Then I recalled that there had been a diary. I rummaged a little. Nothing. I re-opened the deep, fragrant panty drawer and slipped my hands down through the lace and nylon.

At the bottom, my fingers found a thick volume, then another. I didn't recall there being two. A little further and my fingers started a vibrating Love Machine running. I pulled it out and switched it off.

The fact the batteries were still live amused me. Even at age grand, step Mom had retained a healthy sexuality. As I returned the Love Machine to its proper place, I found yet another diary buried beneath the heaps of panties.




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Taboo


Frankie


(C) 2021


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Love is a wonderful experience. For Prince, he is ready to go for what he desires and loves to have. Even if the society considers it to be a taboo.






It is said that I was a special child. I guess it was true. Certainly my upbringing was unusually open and my erotic evolution broad-minded.

I'm sure that many will say that the way I grew up was wrong; that my step Mom was wrong in her outlook, her view of life, and her guidance of me as a child. I myself would say none of those things. I look back on a rich and varied education and development. Every aspect of my young life seemed to guide me in the direction of being a useful, thoughtful, feeling adult.

Still, I was aware even at an early age that it was different from other children. Somehow I knew that it was something to be protected, perhaps even sheltered from the eyes of others. I have no idea why that should be, since nothing was ever said about it, I just knew.

My father died when I was nine years old. Most of us grow up thinking our step Moms are nearly perfect; so it was with me. She was intelligent and beautiful and perfect. After my father died, there were lots of tears and I was lonely.

But, after a time, my step Mom's resolve and intelligence took over and we became an avowed "team" dedicated to making each other's lives happy and rich with art, sport, play, everything that made life a pleasure.

She loved the opera and the ballet. I came to love them too, and it seemed natural to be taken to each performance with her. The lights, the people, the music enthralled me, even then. I took piano lessons, but they didn't seem to take with me. On the other hand, step Mom seemed to love the things I loved as well. She hardly ever missed a baseball game or tennis match, and encouraged me in all outdoor activities.

I sensed that she really missed Dad and it became natural for me to watch for the signs and try to behave a little better when I saw them. I felt especially tender toward her when I saw the sadness creep over her from time to time.

She had a very good job as an executive assistant to the Chief Executive Officer of one of the larger companies in Lagos and it appears that she was very good at the job. Smart and willing to do whatever had to be done, logical and protective of the Chief Executive Officer and of the company's interests.

I'm sure you have known the sort of person who succeeds in that world. That was my step Mom. Always immaculately and stylishly dressed, she went off to work each day and returned at night, usually with work to be done at home.

She always wore a business suit or tailored dress to work, never pant suits like I saw other moms wearing. Everything about her was feminine, the perfume, the swishing sound of her nylons as she walked or crossed her legs, the lovely drape of the white silk blouse.

She seemed to know something about everything. If she didn't know, she was willing to do the research to help me find the answer. Her guidance over the years made me more and more eager for knowledge and for variety. We learned about astronomy, photography, sailing, painting, hiking and even a little bit of fishing, though she didn't much like worms and other squirming things.

She dated occasionally but none of them ever really caught on as a regular thing. Perhaps she never really got over her first love, my father. I don't think I stood in the way of her romance, at least I hope not.

But as it turned out, she never re-married. On the other hand, she had many friends and had an active social life, mostly centered around the arts. And she was a wonderful grandstep Mom to my two children.

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I was surprised that I found no qualms about doing that, though neither did Sonny from the expression on his face. Especially when he laughed, chuckling.

"Oh man ... how many times has she told me while she was sucking my cock, how badly she wanted to see the two of us doing that to you!"

And I sat there finding myself looking forward to that.

Unfortunately, Sonny had to leave for his part-time job, scurrying upstairs to shower again. Still sitting there across from my sister, it now seemed a little surreal, especially as she had made no effort to dress, deciding to remain naked though she had returned with hot towels in order to clean up with.

To my surprise, she came over towards me, and rather than handing me one in order to clean up myself, she began doing so for me. Biose always had been attentive in that regard, but certainly not precisely in this way, washing and cleansing my now very flaccid and very satisfied prick.

She seemed to take quite a bit of delight in doing so, even going so far as to skin back the foreskin, cleansing and taking special care there as well. She was smiling.

"What?" I asked curious seeing her expression.

"Just remembering something," she answered back smiling even wider.

"And... ?"

"You have a tendency to talk in your sleep a lot," she offered, which wasn't new to me, as I did.

"Yeah, and occasionally walk in my sleep too," I added. A fact that had caused me a few somewhat embarrassing moments as a kid growing up. Hearing the story of how I had walked outside buck naked in the middle of a snowstorm. Mom ... trying to shoo me back inside the house, chasing me around the street with a quilt as I ran from her laughing hysterically. That was one I was glad I hadn't woken up in the middle of.

"Oh yeah," Biose giggled. "Mom did tell some interesting stories about you doing that too, but I was remembering an incident one night a few months ago ... in particular," she paused looking up at me with a mischievous look in her eyes.

"Go on..." I encouraged curiously now.

Biose continued washing my dick, though at this point it became more of a continued handling. Perfectly clean now, she seemed more content with just holding it, waggling it a bit softly, almost nonchalantly toying with it as she continued her story.

"I had just gotten home from work, tiptoeing down the hall trying to be quiet so as not to wake you up," she related. "I passed by your door on the way to my room, and thought I heard talking. Obviously you were alone, but I wasn't sure at first ... wondering if you finally had actually invited someone over."

I laughed at that. "You know better than that," I told her. "When was the last time that I had a female guest over to the house?"

"Well, that may be true ... but at the time, I did wonder. Anyway, I stood outside your door listening, and then tried the door, intending to just take a little peek into your room. Obviously you were alone, sound asleep in your bed, but I realized while looking inside, you were naked. As hot as it was ... and had been, you were laying on top of the sheets. There was also a full moon then as I remember, so the light was coming in through the window, just enough to allow me to see you by. I almost turned to walk out and go back to my room when you suddenly rolled over. When you did, I noticed you had an erection."

"Oh no! Really? Oh Bleep ... sorry about that!"

Biose laughed. "What for? Not your fault you had a hard-on, in your sleep. Hell, I swear Sonny does all the time," she smiled again. "But it wasn't even that so much that caused me to do what I then did ... it was what you said after that ... in your sleep."

"What did I say?"

"You said the sweetest thing ever," she grinned broadly. She then sat back on her heels, though still managing to hold onto my cock. "You said... 'God Biose, I wish I could Bleep those tits of yours!"

"I did not say that!"

"Oh yes you did!" She chuckled delightedly. "Clear as day! So much so, for a moment, I actually thought you were awake, speaking to me. I walked over, wondering if you were, but then you mumbled something totally unintelligible, and then I knew ... you were talking in your sleep again. But the fact was Biyi, I'd clearly heard you say that, and knew then what I'd suspected for quite some time, at least had an edge of truth to it. Anyway ... I couldn't just walk away either, not having the perfect opportunity that I had at the time. The first real chance to have a close-up look at this dick of yours."

She waggled it again, a bit more fondly, playfully. And much to my surprise, I actually felt it thicken a little, trying to imagine all this.

"And then what?" I asked pleasurably as she slowly, almost teasingly began stroking it again.





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I can't really explain it, or make any attempt to understand it beyond saying simply, it did have that extra sense of taboo behind it, adding salt to the already flavored tartness of having a three-way incestual relationship as it was.

So climbing up onto the couch, crunching up close together, "balls to balls" as Biose put it, didn't even seem strange to me after that.

"No way!" I'd exclaimed, having heard Biose's idea before doing that however.

"Way!" Biose said determinedly. "Now come on you two ... give me one fat juicy hard cock!"

It took some positioning, but believe it or not, we finally managed it.

A little weird feeling yes, me on one end of the couch looking down at myself ... across the way, Sonny doing the same. Our pricks meeting up there in the middle.

"Hmmm," now ... jerk one another for me, while I watch," she asked. "Just for a minute, while I stand here and finger myself, getting ready for my great big thick fat prick-Bleep," she told us.

Once again, reaching over, handling my brother's cock, which didn't feel, all that different from my own, as he did the same to me felt wonderfully intense. I enjoyed the sensation of producing some of his own precum, rubbing it around the head of his prick, teasing his cock in ways which I knew I so enjoyed doing to myself.

Almost uncannily, he did the same to me, telling me in an instant how alike we truly were in so many ways. Ways that up until now I had of course never considered before. After watching this for a time, Biose decided it was now time to attempt this almost impossible feat.

Taking our cocks now into her own hands, holding them together as she hovered there just above us, readying herself, she slowly began to lower herself down.

"You don't think this is really going to..."

She smiled, and then slid down ... over both of us. It took a moment, it was tighter than anything I had ever felt before, that's for sure.

And probably a damn-sight tighter than anything my sister had ever had up inside her cunt either. But she did it. Somehow, she fucking did it! After a few really careful, really slow up and downs, she seemed to stretch a bit making it far easier for her to Bleep us both.

The fact she had both my cock, along with my brother's inside her was amazing. Just sitting back watching her was intense too. Seeing the way she cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples, riding the two of us was more sensual than anything I'd ever seen before.

The look on her face, the pure physical joy as she rapidly approached yet again another mind-blowing orgasm was enough to trigger my second one of the evening.

As I felt my sister's lubrications suddenly increase, along with another peel of deep-throated groaning that seemed to begin deep within her gut, suddenly spewing from her mouth in another ear-splitting scream of delight, I throbbed ... and then felt the juice explode from my prick.

Perhaps sensing what I felt, Sonny cried out seconds later, and I knew then he too was adding more of his own juice to the now saucy mix. Biose slowed, though still humping the two of us, the sounds of the now very squishy, very frothy mix of our combined juices easily heard.

"Wow, that ... was fucking hot!" Biose exclaimed as she finally stood up on weak knees, somehow managing to wobble over to a nearby chair collapsing down into it.

Looking up and over at my brother, it was an interesting sight to see, our two pricks now mostly flaccid, covered in spunk, his ... hers ... and ours.

"You can say that again," I responded barely able to speak yet.

"I will ... as soon as we've all had a chance to recover. I've got a few things in mind I'd like to do ... especially with the two of you. And I also have a few things I'd like to enjoy seeing the two of you doing together.

I was surprised that I found no qualms about doing that, though neither did Sonny from the expression on his face. Especially when he laughed, chuckling.

"Oh man ... how many times has she told me while she was sucking my cock, how badly she wanted to see the two of us doing that to you!"

And I sat there finding myself looking forward to that.




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We collapsed together in a heap, and then stayed that way for the better part of the next half hour hardly moving.

"Ok, ok ... time for a shower. All three of us," she said sitting up rolling out of bed, cupping her pussy with her hand as though trying to keep the remaining essence of our combined spunk from dripping all over the floor.

"And then after that..." She winked. "I want to suck you both ... simultaneously."

Sonny and I looked at one another. He grinned. And then I grinned. Things were never going to be the same again. Not ever!

Even taking a shower together the way we did, meant showers would as well no longer be the same again. Well hopefully anyway.

Crowded as it was there in that small shower, we stood, the three of us, washing one another, Biose standing between as Sonny and I soaped her up, not missing a single solitary square inch of her, nor she either one of us.

And it was nicely odd in another way too, seeing my brother's hard stiff cock, standing there, proud and firm. Mine too, and neither one of us embarrassed, or shy about it either as Biose stood between us, one hand holding each of us, working them up and down together.

But then she placed my hand on my brother's cock, not even motioning for him to do the same, as he automatically did so. She smiled, lovingly.

"Good. Really good. I don't want anyone ... especially you two, feeling weird about any of this. As far as I'm concerned, regarding the three of us anyway, there's nothing taboo, nothing out of bounds here. And I want all of us to realize, and accept that. So ... do you?"

I answered her, by stroking my brother's cock there in the shower, as he in turn stroked mine.

She grinned, happy, excited, now taking them back from us, placing them together side-by-side and began stroking them as though they'd become one cock, one prick, one hard throbbing phallus that felt sensational, and looked sensational as she did that.

"Ok, nuff of this shit," she said none too politely. "Let's towel off ... and then go back into the living room. I want to spend some time amusing myself with the two of you.

Not that I'm sure you're gonna mind all that much," she mused. And then stepped out of the shower, beginning to dry off as Sonny and I soon followed.

By the time Sonny and I had finished drying off and headed off towards the living room, Biose was already sitting there on the couch waiting for us. "Come here," she pointed directly in front of where she was sitting, having already moved the coffee table out far enough so that we could do so even more easily.

"Stand right here," she said again, directing. Sonny and I stood, side-by-side as Biose once again reached up taking each of us in her hands.

It was needless to say, an interesting, but not at all unpleasant experience. Looking down, seeing your own brothers cock hard in one hand, yours next to it, being held by the other as Biose now placed us both, or attempted to anyway ... inside her mouth.

Somehow she did manage to suck us both in together, just fitting the heads of our respective cocks inside her mouth, sucking a little, mostly licking, but enjoying that as she did so.

"Bleep!" We both said in unison, not having intended to do so, but lessening the tension of the moment when we did.

"I know!" Biose suddenly stated, an idea coming to mind. It had indeed felt good, looked even better perhaps ... seeing our sister doing that to us, but she obviously had yet another idea running around inside that naughty wicked little head of hers.

"You two are gonna need to get comfy together ... and quickly. So get the hell over whatever hang-ups either one of you might have, and do what your sister tells you to do ... ok?"

Suddenly Biose was indeed in charge here, and Sonny and I both knew it. "What do you want us to do?" he asked.

"Lay down on the couch, both of you ... but here's the tricky-icky part ... though maybe not for me," she giggled excitedly. "I need you balls to balls.

That way, I can place these two beauties side-by-side. One thick, long, hot fucking cock, which I am damn well going to find a way to Bleep together. At the same time."

The truth was, after handling Sonny's prick in the shower, I had felt no squeamishness in doing so, nor had he by the look on his face, and the hardness of his prick as it throbbed hotly within my hand.

I can't really explain it, or make any attempt to understand it beyond saying simply, it did have that extra sense of taboo behind it, adding salt to the already flavored tartness of having a three-way incestual relationship as it was.

So climbing up onto the couch, crunching up close together, "balls to balls" as Biose put it, didn't even seem strange to me after that.




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Interesting story

Interesting story