A Haunting Love

by Lubrican

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Chapter Fourteen

In the end, it was Debbie who spoke first. "We love you Mommy. We will always love you. It doesn't matter what you decide to do ... we'll love you."

"I know" Ramona sighed. "Will you two do the dishes?" she asked.

They both nodded and, after a warning to be careful with her good china, she went to soak in a hot bath. She always thought better in a hot bath.

Back in the kitchen Robby and Debbie worked on the dishes silently. Seeing their mother in such obvious distress had sobered them. They'd never seen her that distressed, and it impressed on them like nothing else could how serious this was to their mother.

When the last dish had been carefully dried and put away in the china cabinet, Debbie went to her brother for a hug. The hug turned into a kiss and Debbie felt his arousal pushing at her.

She touched his face, and then pushed him away. "If Mom can't do that tonight, then we shouldn't either," she said, drawing on that special secret set of rules that only women have access to.

Robby groaned, but didn't argue. He too had taken long strides toward manhood, and knew that sometimes you just did what the woman wanted, whether you understood it or not.

Instead of chasing their newfound joy, they sat together on the couch and watched TV for a while, just being together. Had you asked them what they were watching they wouldn't have been able to tell you. Like their mother, they were thinking about what life might be like in the Nettleton mansion. Oddly they weren't thinking about the glitter and expensive wood and trimmings. They were both thinking of being able to love each other in those rooms, where their love had initially taken root, and grown and blossomed.

When they heard the bathroom door open and saw their mother in her robe, heading toward her bedroom, they stood and went to their own rooms too, hoping to find sleep. Debbie dropped Robby off at his door, kissing him a long, sensual kiss.

Inside his room, Robby still tasted that kiss. Like any man, when the woman he loves kisses him like that, it gets him going. It was a warm night and he lay down naked on his bed, his erection standing tall. He reached for a tissue and began to stroke his lust away.

Ramona had been able, in the bath, to let her mind wander. She let it go where it wanted to, beginning with memories that were tattered, like a battle flag shot to pieces and torn by the wind. Those were the oldest memories she had; of her mother, and her bedroom, and her dolls. There was no pain in those memories. Then there was the memory of Bobby, pulling her through the darkness of the secret passageway, telling her to be quiet. She shook the screams out of her head and pushed her mind to her mother's face, eyes open and staring. She hadn't understood what was happening then, and only later in life did she learn what that meant. Instead of letting her manufactured memories mar her mother's face, she tried to imagine the eyes looking like they were focused on some far distant place ... a better place ... where there were no screams, ever.

A sudden memory assailed her, un-remembered these long years. She had been at the old woman's house, and had cried that she wanted her dolly. The woman had held her, saying that the dolly was gone, but that she'd get her a new one. That doll was probably still in her room next door. The doll wasn't gone. It had lain there, alone all this time, waiting for Lizzy to come back and hold her again.

She had caught herself half crouching in the bath, unconsciously having started to get up and go get her dolly. The air was cool and she sank back down in the tub. Somehow, knowing that her doll was there was comforting. It would be there tomorrow, and she'd go get it then.

Her mind stayed in the house, in the room where she now believed her doll lay. All she had of that room were good memories. She reflected intentionally on the concept that it wasn't the house that had killed her parents. Men had done that. Greed had done that. The house couldn't stop it from happening. The house had, in fact, protected Bobby and her as they hid in its dark, secret places. Then she thought about what the house looked like now, the last time she'd seen it. It wasn't dark and painful there ... not really. There was pain associated with it, and that pain would never really go away, but the house wasn't responsible for that.

And now, against all odds, Bobby offered her something that, if somehow it worked, would fulfill all her dreams and let her spend the rest of her life sharing that love.

Except that she couldn't believe it would work.

Her own doubts were strong, but her mind flitted back to what her son had said. He had said it would work. Her children, who had been so violently opposed to the man next door, had altered their opinions to the point that they were in favor of this crazy idea.

It suddenly occurred to her that, like she and Bobby, her children had come to love each other in that same house, a love that was obviously enduring and incredibly strong. The parallels were inescapable.

She sat on the edge of her bed, wrapped in her fluffy robe. She wanted to hear somebody tell her it would work again. She stood and went towards her son's room.

Robby lay on his bed in the warm evening. He was naked and his hand was wrapped firmly around his straining prick. He had given it only a few leisurely strokes when he heard a soft tapping at his door. His face broke into a grin as he thought Debbie had relented, and was going to allow him that special closeness after all.

"Come in," he said toward the door. It opened and a female figure slipped in quietly.

But it wasn't his sister. It was his mother.

Ramona knew instantly what her son was doing when she slid through the door. His pale body was stark against the dark blue bedspread he was lying on. She saw the head of his penis protruding from his closed fist as his hand moved upward and his foreskin slid over the large knob at the tip. Her mind instantly returned to what she'd seen the day before, as that same long penis had plumbed her daughter's depths.

As happens so often in life, little things ... powerful little things ... have the capacity to alter the way we look at things.

I'll give you an example. When newlyweds come back from a honeymoon, we look at them a little differently than we did before they got married. We look at them as fully realized sexual beings. We know they have lain together while he rutted in her pussy and delivered up his seed to his chosen mate. We know that she welcomed that. Before this we knew them as Ralph and Cindy, and might have known a little about them beyond that. And there might even have been a little fantasy about what Ralph or Cindy was like behind closed doors.

But now we know they are sexual beings, and that may change the way we interact with them, even if it's only unconscious and in a few unimportant ways.

Ramona knew her son was a sexual being. She had actually seen the evidence of it. Robby knew his mother was a sexual being. He had actually seen the evidence of that.

And, in this case, there was another little powerful thing that altered what would have been their normal behavior. And it was the same for both. For Ramona, that little powerful thing was her unsatisfied lust, which her brother had left her with. For Robby it was the lust his sister had refused to sate.

Robby, who would normally have rolled over and doubled up to hide what he was doing from his mother, just said, "Mom!"

Ramona, who would have backed out the door, or at least turned her back on him, just said, "Oh! I'm sorry."

Robby, startled and not thinking too clearly, said "I thought you were ..."

"Debbie" his mother finished for him.

Part of the reason Robby was so unsettled was the gap in his mother's robe, which showed an awful lot of white skin, clear down to the point where it was obvious she was probably naked under it. Now Robby did think about rolling over to hide his erection from his mother, because the object of his lust in his mind had suddenly shifted from Debbie to his mother. But that seemed childish to him, so instead, he rolled off the bed and stood, reaching for the gym shorts that were on his desk chair. He bent over and stepped into them, pulling them up. While that hid his penis from his mother's eyes, it did nothing to make his erection less obvious, since the shorts tented out almost obscenely.

Ramona thought now about turning to leave too, embarrassed about the feelings in her loins that were produced by her memory of her son's penis sliding into her daughter's mound, and seeing that penis again. But that would have left everything unsettled and she needed something to settle herself down.

"I'm sorry," she said again, softly. "I just wanted to talk." She felt the strangest urge to ask him to take the shorts back off.

"Oh, okay," he said, sitting back down on the edge of the bed. His eyes strayed to her open robe again, and he made his them go elsewhere. "What about?" he asked, realizing immediately how stupid that sounded.

Ramona, though, heard invitation in his question, and never thought about how obvious it was about which she wanted to speak.

"Did you really mean what you said? About it working? About what Robert ... suggested" she asked.

Robby forgot that he wasn't supposed to argue in favor of the proposal. His mind latched onto something that was firm in his mind, and allowed him to think of something other than his mother's naked body under her robe.

"Sure," he said easily. "Nobody knows who you are. Debbie and I didn't even know. And the whole town knows by now that a Nettleton has come back to the manor, right? Has anybody said anything to you about that?"

"No," she admitted, yearning to believe that he might be right. Her nervous hands toyed with the loose ends of the knot holding her robe closed.

"And don't you think that, if anybody had any suspicion about who you are, that they'd have said something to somebody? he went on. "I mean even if they didn't say anything directly to you, wouldn't there at least be rumors? And wouldn't you hear those rumors at the bank?"

That idea caused real hope to bloom in Ramona's heart. He was right. There would be rumors if anybody suspected who she really was. It was a small town, where rumors flowed freely and quickly.

"I know it seems weird, but I think you should do it," said her son.

Ramona wanted to pace. Everything she had heard made her heart leap for joy. She wanted to believe. Still it was hard.

"So you wouldn't mind going to live ... there?" Ramona unconsciously turned to face the direction of the Nettleton mansion.

"Mom, I don't think Debbie and I care where we live as long as we can all be happy." His mind flitted to the image of his mother, her legs spread as his uncle powered his prick deep into her, and her exhortations of joy. He spoke without meaning to. "And it was obvious that being with him makes you happy."

His comment brought again to Ramona's brain the sight of him on top of his sister, making her ... happy. That fanned the fires of her unsatisfied loins. She felt the sudden need to leave the room. What she was thinking wasn't right. Not about her own son.

"Thank you," she said breathlessly. "I have to go now." She moved toward him, though, instead of turning and leaving.

Robby stood up. What happened then was a result of completely normal urges on a very complicated level. It was completely normal for son to expect his mother to hug him, and it was completely normal for her to feel the urge to do that on a maternal level. It was completely normal for her to kiss him on the cheek and wish him a good night. All those things were normal on an subliminal level. But their embrace was also between two people who were very aware of the sexual nature of each other, on a level that had nothing to do with mother and son.

That caused Robby to move his head fractionally as she kissed him, which resulted in that kiss being on his lips, instead of his cheek. And, her nervous picking at the loose knot of her robe had caused it to fall apart as she stepped toward him, and, when she pressed her breasts to his chest, there was almost no cloth between them.

The kiss, and the feel of her hot, soft breasts pressing against his naked chest, shocked them both and unleashed something that, until then, had been on a tether of sorts. What resulted was not the simple good night kiss that each had expected. What resulted was a tight clasp as soft lips demanded something much more intimate. Robby's penis, never having gotten soft, pressed the fabric of his shorts between his mother's legs, where it contacted her swollen and sensitive labia and prodded her clitoris, sending an electric shock through her body.

You hear of moments suspended in time, or of time moving in slow motion as minds whirl at light speed, watching something unfold. That was what happened to both of them as, on one level, they felt the emotions that demanded their lusts be satisfied. On another level, though, both knew that what their bodies wanted was something that could ruin everything. And both, having found something precious in recent weeks, were strongly averse to having everything ruined.

Their lips slid off each others so they were cheek to cheek.

"We can't," said Ramona, her voice a croak.

"I know," said Robby, his voice tight.

"I want to," confessed his mother. The idea that he might not understand what she wanted never entered her mind.

"Me too," confessed her son, confirming that he did, in fact, understand.

They managed to push each other away, but he drank in her nakedness through the gap of the robe, and her eyes went to the bulge that had so electrified her just seconds ago.

"I have to leave," she said, panic in her voice.

"It's okay Mom" he managed. "I love you."

"We'll talk about this later," she gasped.

"Okay," he said simply.

Ramona almost ran from the room then, fleeing to the safety of her bedroom, where she threw off her robe and bounced onto her bed, legs spread, fingers dipping into slipperiness that brought her to orgasm almost instantly.

In his room, Robby didn't even get his shorts off before he grasped his penis and jerked it furiously, spurting semen in long arcing ropes that landed on his floor.

The next morning Ramona woke early. She didn't want to face her son and, since she had left work early the day before, she went in early to get her work caught up. That had the side benefit that she didn't have to face her son. She was very uncomfortable that the penis she visualized in her mind, when she had her orgasm the night before, had flitted back and forth between Robert's and her son's.

She had an hour of uninterrupted work before Renee came in and demanded to know what had happened the night before. Ramona tried to play it off as a normal first date, and that there was just light conversation between her, her children and Robert Nettleton.

"Did he kiss you good night?" Renee asked avidly.

"No," said Ramona truthfully. She didn't count a kiss on the hand as a good night kiss.

"Did he try?" asked Renee, unwilling to give up her fantasy that her friend would bag this rich bachelor. "Please tell me he tried at least."

"He kissed my hand, like he did yours," said Ramona.

"I thought I told you to be bad!" complained Renee. "Did you wear the dress?"

Ramona ducked her head. "I meant to, honestly I did. But the kids wanted to stay and meet him, and I couldn't wear it with them there."

"Remind me to talk to those kids of yours," said Renee trying to sound gruff. "At least tell me he asked you out again."

Ramona tried to smile uncertainly. "He did ask if he could call on me again."

"Oooooo that's so continental and romantic," gushed Renee. "And this time those kids are coming to my house, or you're going out with him or something. Maybe you could suggest that you eat at his house. There have just got to be at least ten or fifteen beds in that place!"

Ramona didn't have to try to blush. It was easy. Renee was so blatant about her innuendo.

"Renee!" she scolded. "You're trying to get me to act like a slut."

"Oh posh!" said Renee. "All I'm doing is trying to get you to let him see the woman in you. You're a sexy, desirable woman, Ramona, and there's nothing wrong with that.

Ramona shooed her friend away from her desk and went back to work. She noticed that several other employees seemed to be watching her from time to time, but no one else gave her the third degree. Frank Peterson did stop by her desk, but all he said was, "I trust everything went well last night?" When she nodded he grinned like a Cheshire cat and left.

Everything was fine until a delivery boy came in around ten in the morning with a dozen red roses. This time they were for Ramona. Renee got to her desk at the same time as he did and plucked the card out of the little plastic holder it was in before Ramona could get it herself.

"Thank you for a wonderful night," she read. She raised an eyebrow at her friend. "A wonderful night?" she asked. "As in all night maybe? Are you holding out on me Ramona?"

Ramona stood up and snatched the card from her friend's hand. "I told you. All I got was a kiss on the hand. I didn't even get a hug. Get your mind out of the gutter Renee."

Renee grinned. "Well, if he gave you a dozen roses for letting him kiss your hand, I can't wait to see what you get when you finally cave and let him make you really happy." She skipped off to her desk before Ramona could make an angry retort.

Robert's proposal weighed heavily on Ramona's mind all morning. Finally she took the phone book and leafed through it until she found the number for the clerk of the Howard County Court. She waited until lunch, when the bank was closed and almost everyone was either at lunch or out of earshot, and dialed the number.

She got transferred to three different people before a woman came on the line who said she took care of adoption records. Ramona posed as a family member of someone who had been adopted and wanted to know who her parents were.

"I know this isn't what you're going to want to hear," said the woman on the phone. "But those records are sealed, and only with a court order can they be opened."

"What would it take to get a court order?" asked Ramona, her heart in her throat.

"There are very few things that the judge will accept," said the woman. "In my experience, about the only thing that will usually work is if there is some medical reason. By that I mean that the adopted child has some kind of medical need to know who the parents were so that doctors will be able to understand how to treat something. Even that's pretty rare these days, because medical science has progressed so far," she said apologetically.

"No, there's nothing medical. She just wants to know who her parents were," said Ramona.

"I'm afraid that's not going to cut any mustard with the system," said the woman.

"So there's really no way to do this," said Ramona, hope surging in her.

"Well, there are a few special circumstances. When was the adoption?" asked the woman.

Ramona's hope faded just as quickly as it had arisen. "It was back in the thirties," she said.

"Oh, I'm sorry," said the woman, her voice taking on a note of sorrow. "I didn't realize it was that far back. I can tell you right now that there's nothing we can do. There was a fire in the basement of the courthouse back in the early 1950s, and the adoption records from before that were destroyed."

"There's nothing left?" asked Ramona, shocked.

"Nothing from before 1951 or so," said the woman. "I'm really sorry."

Ramona hung up the phone and stared at nothing. Even if someone suspected something, there was nothing to prove who she really was, or at least who she had been. Excitement ripped through her and she sat back in her chair, out of breath. She'd been holding her breath unconsciously and now panted.

For the rest of the day she was like a school girl, who imagines taking on the name of a boy, and practices writing it out that way, as if she were already married. Now she couldn’t wait for Robert to contact her.

But he didn't.

When she went home that night she thought about stopping at the mansion to see him, to scream that she would, indeed marry him.

But she didn't.

Instead she went into the house, bursting with the joy of her decision, and wanting to share it with her children.

But they weren't home.

There were two notes on the fridge, one from Debbie that said she had gone over to Crystal's house, and would be eating dinner there, returning home not later than nine that night. The other was from Robby, saying he'd gone to the pool, would eat out with his friends and come home "sometime tonight."

She was so full of energy she couldn't sit still, and trying to do things around the house didn't satisfy her either. She had made a habit of jogging in college, and had kept it up off and on when she got married, but hadn't run for years, ever since giving birth. She tied her hair back into a pony tail and went looking for something to jog in. In the end she had to go to Robby's room, where she found his gym shorts hanging off his desk chair. She pulled them on, surprised that the elastic in the waistband was tight enough that it clung to her abdomen snugly. She was acutely aware that his stiff penis had been covered by them when she last felt them against her own pussy, and shivered at the thought. On a wild impulse she took them off, removed her panties, and pulled them back on so the cloth would be right next to her pussy. Then she put on a tank top over her bra and left at almost a sprint.

She lasted two blocks before she had to stop, bent over and gasping for air. She hadn't known she was that badly out of shape. After resting she started again at a much slower pace, and alternated between jogging slowly and walking to catch her breath. It was just what she needed to work off her excess energy.

Ramona stayed out for over an hour, waving at people she knew as she jogged or walked along the streets of Nettleton. She reveled in the thought that, to these people, she was just the widow Franklin, a mother of two nice children, a teller at the bank.

She jogged up to her own sidewalk just as a car stopped at the end of the driveway and Robby got out. He was still in his swimsuit, with a T shirt on, and his towel around his neck. She jogged up to him, giddy with her news.

"Mom!" he said, his eyes surprised to see her dressed like she was ... doing what she was doing.

"Don't look so surprised. Your old mother used to jog all the time when she was younger," said Ramona, smiling.

"I'm not surprised," he said, obviously lying. "You look good," he said without thinking. His face got a little darker. "Of course ... um ... we already know that," he floundered.

Ramona noted his obvious reference to the night before, when she had looked so good that he was painfully erect, but her joy at making her decision overrode that.

"Yes we do," she said. "How good do you think I'd look in a wedding gown?" she asked.

Robby's face went through a flitter of different emotions before settling on a wide grin.

"Really? You said yes?" He leaned toward his mother.

"Well, not yet," she admitted. "But I'm going to. Is that really okay?" she asked anxiously.

Robby grabbed her in a tight hug. "Of course it's okay," he said into her hair.

The closeness of their embrace suddenly made itself known to them and they broke apart.

Somehow it was easier for Ramona to talk about what had happened between them out here in the yard.

"About last night," she said.

"I know" he said putting up both hands. "I was excited and I was out of line."

"Oh!" said Ramona, off balance because he had done what she intended to do ... apologize. "I was excited too. It was really my fault."

Robby had long ago reconciled in his own mind that what he and his sister did was something special to them both. He knew it was taboo and that if anyone ever found out, terrible things would happen, but he had rationalized it in his mind somehow. But experiencing the same kinds of feelings for his mother had been unexpected and didn't seem believable to him somehow. He had been worried about it all day long.

"Can I ask you something?" he said.

"Sure, honey," was his mother's immediate response.

"I know how I feel about Deb. I mean I know how that happened. But I don't understand why I could feel like that about you too ... last night," he confessed.

Ramona found herself asking the same question, to which she had no ready answer. But just the fact that it was out in the open, and that he was willing to talk about it, made her want to try to answer that question for both of them.

"Come inside. Did you eat? I'm starved after running. We can talk about it while I get something to eat."

He agreed and they went into the house, where Ramona started making herself a grilled cheese sandwich.

In the end it was an amazingly frank and open discussion, like two co-workers, both of whom are married to someone else, but who are attracted to each other in ways that society would not approve of. They approached it by admitting what they had felt, and how inappropriate those feelings were, but agreeing that the feelings were real.

"So what do we do now?" asked Robby in the end.

"I don't think we should just let our emotions run rampant," said Ramona. "I think that might cause problems," she said, understating how serious those problems could be.

"Mom, I have to say that I don't think I can just forget what you felt like ... last night," said Robby seriously.

"Me either," she admitted. "But we can avoid letting that happen again," said his mother.

"Yes. Definitely," he said.

"And when you get ... excited ... you should talk about that with Debbie," said his mother.

"Talk about it?" he asked, his eyebrows rising.

"You know what I mean," she said, blushing. "Don't make me say it out loud to my own son."

He grinned. "I love you, mother," he said. "I want to hug you again, right now."

Ramona smiled. "I'd like nothing better myself, but the way I feel right now, it would be very dangerous."

Robby's prick lurched in his swimsuit at his mother's admission that she wanted him the way he wanted her.

"Where is Debbie?" he asked suddenly.

Ramona laughed. "She'll be home later. I wanted to tell her about my decision before I said anything to Bobby, but I don't know if I can wait to go see him."

Robby laughed. "If I have to be horny ... it's only fair that you have to be horny too."

Just then the back door slammed open and Debbie came bouncing through it, bubbly and happy from her day with her friends.

"Hey you guys!" she said merrily. "What's going on?"

"I need to talk to you," said Robby, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the bedrooms.

"Why's mom laughing so loud?" asked Debbie, stumbling to keep up with her brother.

Debbie found out what he wanted to "talk" about quite soon.

"We can't do this now!" she hissed. "Mom's right downstairs."

"Mom knows what we're about to do," said Robby, sliding his swimsuit off and pulling his shirt over his head. His penis strained outward, at full erection.

"What?" Debbie blinked. She wasn't ready as her brother grabbed her and kissed her deeply.

"Get naked," he ordered tersely. "I'll tell you about it in a minute."

Debbie, resistant at first, began to thaw as he got her clothes off of her and went to work on her nipples with his mouth, and her pussy with his fingers. Then he switched to her pussy with his mouth until she writhed and moaned under him.

It wasn't until he was balls deep in her that he began to tell her what had happened. He had already decided that there was no way he'd be able to hide how he felt about his mother from his sister, and that the time to tell her was while he was proving how he felt about her.

Robby stayed buried in his sister as he began to tell her what had happened the night before.

"You weren't supposed to talk to her about it," panted Debbie, wriggling her clit against the base of Robby's prick.

"I know, and then this other thing happened." He told her about the hug, and the open robe, and the kiss, and how he had felt.

"I can't believe you," gasped Debbie, on the brink of an orgasm. "It's bad enough you do this to your sister ... Uhhhhhhhhhhnnnnggggg" she was interrupted by the orgasm. When it faded enough that she could talk she went on. "And now you tell me you wanted to do this to our mother?!"

"I couldn't help it," he gasped, beginning to move in her as his balls tightened. "It just happened and I couldn't control my thoughts."

"Was she pissed off at you?" asked Debbie, thrusting her pussy up onto his rigid prick.

"No, she felt the same waaaaayyyyyyyyy" Robby groaned as his prick fired spurts of spunk into Debbie's pussy as he ground into her hard.

Robby lay down on his sister, gently crushing her and kissing her neck as he caught his breath. "I felt like I was cheating on you," he said softly. "I felt bad."

Debbie loved the weight of her brother on her, and the warm feeling of his spend in her. She wasn't sure she liked the idea that her lover was horny for her mother, but she didn't quite know what to think about that.

"So, while you're making a baby in me, you think of her?" she asked.

He pushed up. "No! That's not it at all. Just now all I was thinking of was you, and how good you feel. What do you mean making a baby?" he asked distractedly.

"Well we haven't used any birth control since we started doing this," she said. "What do you think is going to happen?"

He groaned. "I don't know. I thought about it the first time. But when you were'nt mad at me I guess I just don't think about that any more."

"I think you don't think about a lot of things," said Debbie, pushing him off of her. She rolled sideways with him. "I love you, but you're a real goof sometimes," she said. Then she grinned. "So does that mean I get to be horny over some other guy? How about Uncle Bob? He's kind of cute. I got all fluttery in my stomach last night when he flirted with me. What if I wanted to make love with him? How would you feel then Mister 'I didn't think about it'?

Debbie might not have been aware of it at her tender age, but there are men who find it erotic to think about sharing their woman with another man. Robby probably wasn't aware of that particular kink either, to be honest, but the reaction he had was that of one of those men. He felt his recently deflated prick begin to stir.

"Would you really do that?" he asked, his voice husky.

Debbie missed the lurking passion in his voice, intent on continuing to tease him. "Maybe" she said, drawing it out. "How does that make you feel?" she taunted.

Robby rolled back on top of her, kissing her hotly. "It makes me want to do this," he hissed into her hair, hunching his half-stiff prick up against her pussy lips.

They ended up in another passionate clinch, which completed the job of fully erecting his phallus. As Robby humped into her roughly this time, shaking her with the force of his thrusts, he thought about Uncle Bob, on top of Debbie. Instead of being angry about that, it just made him harder. Debbie flung her legs wide, her own passions ignited in some hazy way. She didn't think about her uncle or her mother. She just reveled in having her lover's surging penis inside her as she had another orgasm and felt him add even more of his dangerous spunk to what had already soaked her vulnerable womb.

This time, he rolled off of her gasping, limp from expending so much energy. Then, as they lay there, hand in hand, he told her the rest of it. He told her about meeting their mother outside the house, and how they'd talked about their feelings for each other, and how they'd decided they couldn't satisfy those feelings. Last of all he told her that their mother had decided to marry their uncle.

Debbie's reaction to that was surprising. She jumped up, put her clothing on hurriedly, all the time saying things like, "Why didn't you tell me?!"

To which is answer was, "I did. Just now!"

Which brought her heated, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?!"

To which his answer was "I was busy!"

Despite the fact that it sounded like she was mad at him, Debbie leaned over and kissed him on the lips, a hurried, but full-of-love kiss, and then she dashed out of the door, calling for her mother.

Ramona, however, knowing what her children were doing in one of the bedrooms, and knowing what her decision about Robert was, couldn't wait any longer to go see her brother. Still dressed in her jogging clothes, she ran back outside, hopped in her car, and drove the short block to the mansion. It was late now, and all the workmen were gone. She felt funny knocking, but didn't want to just burst in. While she was standing there, her hand poised to knock, the door opened and there was Robert, standing there.

"Yes!" shouted Ramona.

"Yes what, my darling?" he teased.

"You know yes what!" she growled and flung herself at him. He staggered as she hit him and then tripped on the oriental rug inside the door, falling and pulling her with him to the almost inch-thick Persian rug. Ramona scrambled up on top of him, sitting on his stomach and grabbing his wrists, which she leaned on to pin beside his head.

"I love you so much," she said softly.

Then she kissed him and began blabbering about her fears and the call she'd made to the court house. She talked earnestly as Robert lay listening and then tugged his hands loose, sliding them up inside her tank top to cup her bra-encased breasts. Then she told him about what Robby had said to her as he rolled her sideways and began slowly stripping her clothes off. She talked as if he were not making her naked, under the influence of relief so strong that it caused her to natter on, telling him about what she'd thought about in the bathtub. She didn't stop to take more than a snatched breath until she found herself naked on the rug, her brother leaning over her and sucking one of her spiked nipples. The ache and the pleasure that shot from that nipple throughout her body finally shut her up.

"Oh Bobby" she sighed.

He left her long enough to strip his own clothing off efficiently.

She suddenly realized her nakedness, and where they were. "Here?" she panted.

"Oh yes my sweet," he grunted, pulling his socks off.

She wailed as he came to her and thrust into her with no other preliminaries. She was sopping wet, she found to her surprise. She continued to cry out as he made her crazy with his stiff manhood, probing her deeply and triggering an orgasm that she wasn't ready for.

Then he lay on her, moving his whole body up an down hers, grinding her body into the baby-soft fibers of the rug under her and extending her cum as his pubic bone smashed her clit.

"I am so happy," he grunted. "To finally have what I have wanted more than any other thing," he gasped. "Will you have my babies sweet Rami?"

"Oh yes!" she shrieked. "As many as you want," she cried, as she felt his seed flush into her. They rested momentarily as she breathed into his ear, more softly, "As many as you want," again.

But it was not comfortable on the floor, soft as the expensive carpet was. He rolled off of her and she sat up, a little dazed.

"The carpet!" she gasped. "It will be stained!" She clapped her hand over her weeping pussy mouth, to hold in his copious discharge, and tried to roll off the carpet onto the polished hard wood floor nearby.

"Carpets can be cleaned," said Robert pragmatically. "I am too happy to worry about something so small and insignificant."

Ramona laughed. "Bobby, that carpet probably cost thirty thousand dollars!" she said.

"Compared to you it is worth only thirty cents," he sighed, still lying on the object under discussion.

Still holding his semen inside her, Ramona reached down and pulled him up. Then she snatched her clothes up in her free hand.

"I ate a sandwich and I'm starving again already!" she said. "Let's get something to eat."

They padded naked through the house to the kitchen, which was now finished and looked completely different than it had in the old days. Now it was a brightly lit and modern place, with state-of-the-art appliances and gleaming surfaces everywhere. It was one of the few areas of the house that Robert had not taken back to its original configuration and condition. He pulled cold pizza and sodas from the refrigerator and then popped the pizza into the toaster oven that was on the counter.

"Bobby, I need to talk to you about something," said Ramona. She was thinking about Robby. "I don't want to have any secrets from you."

"I love you, and I care not for secrets," he said, "with one exception." Both knew what secret he would protect to his very death.

Worriedly Ramona told him of her feelings for Robby, and what she had contemplated doing with him, even if only for an instant or two. She tried to describe Robby's attraction to her as well.

"Is there something wrong with us?" she whined. "Is this the curse of our family?"

Robert listened patiently while she unburdened herself, sipping his Coke now and then. When she finished he sat a little longer, as if thinking.

"Let me tell you what I think," he said. "I knew, long ago, that brothers and sisters are not supposed to feel about each other as we felt about each other ... as we now feel. Since then I have seen many places, and many cultures, a few of which allowed this taboo love between relatives. I saw nothing then that made me want to stop loving you. What I think is that, if we love each other, nothing we want to do is a bad thing. And if Debbie and Robby love each other - really love each other, as you and I do - then I don't think they will want to do anything that they think can threaten that love."

"But to want my son?" moaned Ramona. "Doesn't that make you crazy?"

"I look at your son and see a strong young man who many women will want. I look at your daughter and see a beautiful young woman who many men would want to carry their babies. Is this not a natural response to seeing a member of the opposite sex who has the appearance of a suitable mate? Is it so strange that you could be drawn to his ability to father children, or that I could be drawn to wish I could make Debbie with child?"

"I thought you were teasing her," said Ramona, realizing that he had made a confession of his own.

"I was teasing her, but you should know that, at the center of all teasing, there is a kernel of truth. Sometimes it is a desire to hurt. Sometimes it is a desire to teach. Sometimes it is a desire to be able to be closer than circumstances allow."

Robert got up and pulled the pizza out of the toaster oven. He put it on the table, along with two plates and forks.

"This could be a very strange and interesting marriage," said Ramona, looking thoughtfully at her brother.

"I am going to concentrate on making this a glorious marriage," he said. "Strange is all right once in a while, and interesting is okay even more often. But I want to do nothing that will put a wedge between us."

"I don't want to hurt you," she said insistently.

"I can think of nothing you could do that would hurt me except to stop loving me," he said seriously. "Perhaps you will explore this feeling you have with your son ... perhaps not. In either case I cannot imagine not loving you."

Ramona relaxed. The one thing she was afraid would unseat her happiness was something she could now put in the back of her mind. She had no idea what would happen, but suddenly she looked forward to everything she thought was gone forever. She could love the man she wanted ... could live with him and bear him children.

"It's too bad that Robby and Debbie can't have what we have," she mused.

"Perhaps that too can be arranged, in a way," suggested Robert. "They can live with us as long as they wish. What goes on in this house need not be common knowledge."

"They may not want to," said their mother.

"That, too, is fine," said their uncle. "They may draw apart, as we did, and find other love. You were happy with Richard, yes?"

"Yes," she admitted. "I loved Richard very much."

"They too may find that kind of love. They may wish to go to college. They may wish to travel. Those are discussions that must be had, but there is plenty of time."

Then there was discussion about the immediate future. Ramona was instructing him that his seduction of her must appear normal to people they knew. She couldn't just agree to marry him after only one or two dates. That would be too odd. They were making plans on how to advance the courtship when the front door opened and Debbie's tentative voice came down the hall.

"Mom? Uncle Bob?" she called.

"In here," yelled Ramona, checking to make sure she looked normal. She saw there was a stain in the crotch of Robby's gym shorts and scooted further under the table.

That didn't work, though, because Debbie was too excited and wanted to hug her mother. Then she wanted to hug her uncle. She was flushed, part of it the residual effect of having had multiple orgasms, but primarily from running through the woods to get there. Ramona had to stand up to get her hug and then didn't think to sit back down as she grinned to see Debbie flinging herself against her uncle and kissing him on the cheek.

It was when Debbie turned around again that Ramona saw that Robby's gym shorts were not the only shorts in the house that were stained with a man's semen. Debbie had put her shorts on immediately after having been filled a second time with her brother's spunk, and it had drained into and stained the shorts she was wearing in the same kind of pattern as Ramona's were stained.

Ramona's hysteria at being happy burst into a laugh.

"What?" asked Debbie, looking around.

"We need to go change our pants," said her mother with a straight face. "Both of us."

Debbie looked down at her own light blue shorts, with the dark stain in the crotch, and then at shorts she recognized as Robby's, but which were being worn by her mother, and which were also stained like hers. She blushed beet red.

"Oh Gosh!" Debbie moaned, covering her eyes with her hands.

Robert stood, grinning. "Go on. I'll see you tomorrow, when I ask you for another date."

Ramona pulled her moaning daughter back to the front door and to the car. She laughed again as she thought that it was a good thing she had naugahyde seat covers.

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