Incest/Taboo Broken

"Jacob?"

"What?" My annoyance worked its way into the tone of my voice as we sat behind four cars, waiting to turn onto the on-ramp to head home.

"You aren't going out again tonight, are you?"

"Well, not that it's any of your business, but no, I hadn't planned on it," I answered smartly; clearly, the tone I used was not to her liking.

"I don't like it when you speak to me like that," Pauline huffed in her seat. I rolled my eyes as I picked up speed to merge onto the interstate.

"Tough," I muttered. Reaching up, unbuttoning the top button of my dress shirt, I don't know who likes that thing, always felt like it was choking me, or that just could be me, who knows. My eyes glanced in the rearview mirror when Emily slapped me hard on my shoulder.

"Don't be mean to Mom." I saw the stern look in her eyes when she said that. "The man of the house is supposed to take care of the women in his life as they're supposed to do the same." I had no idea what she was talking about; it sounded like more of that cult shit they spouted off when we left Delph's office that Friday. Not something I was about to get tangled up in.

Sighing in contentment as I walked into my air-conditioned house from the overly warm late spring afternoon. Not that the car didn't have A/C in it. It did, it just ate more gas running it than having the windows down. I placed my briefcase on my chair in the kitchen, and the Tupperware on the table, then started stretching to work out the kinks I'd been feeling in my body. As I was stretching, Pauline took the Tupperware off the table and to the sink to wash. My body stilled as I felt Emily's hands running up my back; since Pauline was currently working over the sink it had to be her.

"Relax, dear brother; I'm only trying to help you relax." I heard her say from behind me as her hands kneaded the muscles of my back. I had no idea why either one of them needed to press their womanly shape into me like Emily was currently doing as I felt the shape of her breasts against my back. "Doesn't that feel good, Jacob?" Emily asked in this rather sultry purr, something I didn't know she knew how to do, nor why it was directed at me. I figured now that she was out from beneath Roy's thumb, she'd be seeking out boys her age to get some of that missed youth out of the way, not hanging around my house like she's been doing. Looking down when she slipped her arms around my waist, feeling the tightness of her hold on my body. When her hands started to creep along my body, that was when I put a halt to it.

I have no idea what was going through her mind, nor do I want to know; I'm not that messed up in the head. Pulling my shirt tails from my pants as I carried my briefcase up to my room. Falling back onto my bed once I had set my briefcase down into its spot that it's come to command since their arrival. Don't you just love that feeling? Sniffing, I knew it was time to change the sheets. I was not expecting Pauline to be standing there leaning against the doorframe, the right side of her head lightly pressed against it. Those brown eyes stared at me in a way I hadn't felt or seen since I was six when I peered over at her. That wasn't all; that same smile I could still remember before my life went to shit was on her lips.

"Billy would be so proud of you, you know that, right?" I heard the tremble of her voice, something that always happened when she spoke about my father, if he was my father. I so hope he was. As much as I wanted to believe Billy was my father, her actions have put a dark spot on those fond memories with the events of that day. I honestly didn't know what or who to believe. My right hand reached up; my fingers rubbed the bridge of my nose. Even if it turned out that Billy wasn't my father, there was no way in hell I was going to be Roy's kid. That man could rot in Hell if he was there, for all I cared. "I know you won't believe me, but he was your father. That was the only time I've ever been unfaithful to your father." I sighed as I sat up; this was not a topic I wanted to get into once I got home from work. I don't think anyone would want to deal with this crap, if ever. However, that wasn't all that I heard when she spoke those words. I heard her truth in them. "I'll do whatever you want to prove that to you." I didn't answer as I got to my feet.

"Don't think you can unless you have Dad's DNA stored somewhere," I said offhandedly, opening the top drawer of my dresser where my underwear was stored. Angie might have sucked her pussy cream from my cock, but it was still a good idea to take a shower.

"There might be..." Okay, that caught my attention as I turned back to her.

"Explain," I said in a firm tone. Noting how she stepped into my room, to how her hands were folded before her. My nostrils flared at the note of the perfume she was wearing, wondering why and for whom she would be wearing it. Praying that she's had some man hooked and would soon be out of my house. One could hope, could they not?

"When you were a baby, just a month old," I arched an eyebrow at how her cheeks got a light blush to them, "there was a string of babies being taken from the hospitals around the area. Billy was worried that something would happen to us, so in the event something did happen to you, we went to the local police station, where they took all three of our DNA samples to put on file in the event you went missing. I don't know if they still have it after all this time, but if you want, I will get in contact with the department if it will relieve this distress in you."

"You find out if they still have it, then we'll talk," I said, throwing a t-shirt and then a pair of shorts onto my bed. I didn't see a need for socks since my house was pretty much clean. Something I'll admit Pauline took good care of keeping tidy. Would hate for my grandmother to come back from the grave and see her house in shambles. I kept my shudder to a minimum at that thought. I could just hear her voice in my mind berating me as we spoke.

"Jacob, are you okay?" Pauline asked, clearly picking up on my change of demeanor.

"Who knows," I muttered, unbuttoning my shirt as I walked towards my bathroom. "You can get out now," I said from over my shoulder, noting how Pauline's eyes narrowed at the sight of the old and new scratches that marred my back that she probably caught sight of as my shirt slid down my back. I heard her stomping out of my room as I turned on the hot water.

Pauline

"Damn that harlot!" I seethed in my mind. My anger burned in my veins at the thought of that doctor doing that to my son's body when it should only be Emily or me leaving such things on his body! Not some woman that can't keep to her vows! Yes, I know how hypocritical that sounds, given what I did. However this woman was just doing it for sex, whereas I was doing it for something bigger than myself, my family. I noted Emily perking up in her seat when she noticed my mood.

"What's wrong, Mom?" Emily asked in that sweet, caring tone of hers. How she had kept that side of herself after everything we had gone through beneath my father's rule, I don't have a clue. I thanked God for keeping that part of my daughter pure and unaffected by his schemes and machinations.

"Jacob's back is marred in scratches," I growled in annoyance.

"Okay, but..."

"They came from having sex, Emily," I said, knowing Emily wouldn't know what those scratches meant, although I did. I wouldn't admit it, but the thought of my son bringing a woman to do that... I felt my pussy quivering at the bliss we would be having once we brought Jacob back into the light of God.

"So... oh?!" Emily said when she noted the look on my face that said they didn't come from me. "What are we going to do about it?"

"You remember what Sister Malory said about the dosage?" I asked, seeing Emily nod. "While I'm upstairs tending to Jacob's back so it doesn't get infected, I want you to put a dose in his soda bottle. That means you can't have any until it's gone. This is strictly for Jacob; I don't want it interfering with the medication you're on."

"Okay, I don't mind the tea you made," Emily stated; I could see her displeasure at what I had told her about what her brother's been doing in her eyes. "So we are going to start tonight?"

"I believe we must; otherwise, your brother will only sink deeper into the dark abyss with no hope of escaping the clutches of the Morning Star," I said in a firm tone. Smiling sweetly at my daughter as I noted how red her cheeks were getting. Sinking down onto the couch beside her, taking her hands into mine. "It's going to take both of us to lift Jacob out of this false sense of acceptance he thinks these women are offering him. So we'll need to be fresh for him when the anointment takes effect on his body and soul."

"I'll be ready." I saw the determination in her eyes to save her brother from himself, even if Jacob didn't realize the danger he was in.

"Good," I said in a loving tone, lightly squeezing her hands with a warm smile on my lips. "Now, come, let's get things ready to lead Jacob back into the light of God." I watched as my daughter's brown hair bounced as she nodded in agreement. I would never admit it, yet there was a growing wet spot on the seat of my panties. Panties that Jacob had given me money for, that and bras when my last good bra got a hole in it due to Roy only buying us things when we had nothing else. That's why I got rather good at sewing up holes in our clothes. I knew I would have to change out of them or... a devious thought entered my mind.

I started to wonder how Jacob would take the news when he sees, and he will; I'll make sure of that; that I went commando for him, something I knew his father greatly enjoyed before that day. I handed Emily the jar that contained the anointment after slipping out of my panties. I had gotten us a few new pairs the other day when I went shopping, thanks to Jacob allowing me to spend the money to replace what we really never had. I'll admit I did get us a few pairs of sexy underwear to wear around the house for Jacob. After all, the man of the house needs to see his women in their eagerness to please him and to ease his woes. Noting how my daughter mimicked me as she eased her own down to her ankles, stepped out of them, and placed them in the hamper by the laundry room door.

I didn't mind taking care of the household chores. Emily did help with them, like it says in the good book, as it states that the head of the house would take care of us. It made me feel closer to my son to take care of his house. Also, I did get a little pleasure out of peeking through his drawers when I did his laundry. I always made sure the dress clothes he wore to work to appear professional were always nice and crisp. I even iron creases into the front and back of them just to help Jacob stand out at his work. I knew, given his age, that he was only starting out in his career as an engineer, so I knew every little bit would help him to stand out with his supervisors.

I wondered as Emily swayed her hips as she walked towards the kitchen if Jacob could guess what was going to hit him once I was sure he was well under the influence of the anointment as I walked into the first-floor bathroom, now serving as my own private bathroom (the guest bath was now Emily's personal one), I got the Neosporin out of my medicine cabinet. I wasn't about to allow any of those scratches to get infected since Jacob couldn't reach that far back to properly wash them. I peeked into the kitchen, noticing how Emily had the chilled two litter of soda that Jacob enjoys drinking sitting on the counter. I knew, since it was almost full, it would take two teaspoons given the volume of liquid. Seeing how Emily carefully poured the anointment into the bottle before heading up the stairs. I noted the startled look on Jacob's face when I simply walked into his bedroom without knocking as he just stood in a towel in front of me.

How the smell of fresh soap filled my nostrils as it filled the room. My heart raced as my eyes moved down his bare chest. My pussy throbbed as they moved lower, knowing what laid beneath his towel. A body part I knew enjoyed being deep inside of me no matter how much Jacob might protest. It knew what I was doing was right and knew it was the only way to save the person it was attached to.

"I came to put some ointment on your back so it doesn't get infected. No telling what that woman has in her nails," I said bitterly. Showing Jacob the tube of Neosporin when he started to open his mouth.

"You're not going to leave until you do, are you?" I heard the sigh in my son's question.

"Of course, I'm not," I stated plainly. Plus, I wondered if he would be able to smell my arousal when I sat on his bed and if that would make him think about the smell that greeted him this morning. "Now sit on the bed and stop being difficult, Jacob," I said in the best motherly tone I could muster while thoughts of what lay beneath that towel played out in my mind. Who said I couldn't enjoy it while saving my son's soul at the same time? "You know that woman is only using you, right?" I spoke as the pad of my finger lightly ran down one of the redder scratches. Either it was new, or it was inflamed. I hoped with the ointment it would keep Jacob healthy.

"Uh-huh." I slapped my son's shoulder, causing Jacob to peer over his left shoulder at me.

"I'm trying to help you here," I huffed as his left green-brown eye peered at me from the corner of it. "Did this woman do this for you, or did she just kick you out of her bed when she got what she wanted? Given the evidence of your back, I'd say she didn't care that these could become infected if you're not careful. You know, if they did, they would have to wait for you to get better before they would even think about doing the transplant, so you need to look after yourself like I'm trying to do." I said, scowling when I heard his snort of dismissiveness.

"My sex life is a concern of yours; why?" I knew he wanted me to hurry up, so now I was going to go painstakingly slow just to prolong this conversation.

"It becomes my concern when some woman takes advantage of you. I am your mother; I have to protect you, keep you safe, even if you don't like it," I answered; I could feel my son's eye roll at my words. Whether he believed me or not didn't matter; I was going to protect him, even from himself. That was my duty as his mother and a woman within our family, at least what remained of our family. "You might have trouble believing my words, but it's the truth. Just like I would do everything to protect your sister," I whispered into his ear as I leaned forward. I knew I had taken him by surprise when I placed a kiss on his cheek. "Now you get dressed and come down and enjoy the rest of your Sunday with your family," I said in a sweet tone as I smiled down at him.

"You haven't used all the laundry detergent, have you?" The question stopped me in my tracks as I walked out his bedroom door. It was an odd question to ask; at least, I thought it was, given what we had just been discussing. Alright, maybe I was talking, and Jacob was being snippety. Nevertheless, it was in the right direction to repair our relationship. I knew the more we talked, the more he would open up to me, and eventually, I would return to that spot I once held so long ago and was so eager to return to.

"No, why do you ask?" I queried as I turned back towards my son. Looking at him oddly as he was removing his pillows from their cases.

"Need to change the linens."

"Oh, well, you go get dressed, and I'll take care of it," I said, stepping back into his bedroom. Noticing how he was eyeing me as I stepped up to his side. Slyly eyeing his queen size bed, knowing soon Emily and I would be lining it; once we save him, of course. "Do you need your comforter washed too?" I asked, turning around when he neared his bathroom. I knew his discomfort of being naked in front of me would soon be a thing of the past. Then I was going to love leering at his naked body as much as I wanted.

"Might as well." I heard him mutter before he entered his bathroom and closed the door. I ran my hand over the now naked mattress pillow top. It was so fancy. Okay, it might not be fancy to you, but to me, after eighteen years of living under my father's thumb, that mattress was like something I'd only dreamt about. Laying down on it, just feeling it cradling my body like I always thought those types of beds would. I'm not saying the bed I'm using was a poor one. Far from it. Yet it wasn't anything like the one I was currently laying on. The one I was using had an old feel to it, like it was put there as an afterthought. I could be wrong on that, and I was just reading too much into it. Quickly getting up, I didn't want to upset Jacob if he saw me lying on it. Scooping up the piled-up sheets, comforter, and his pillowcases, I proceeded out the door. My feet played lightly on the stairs as I headed towards the laundry room.

"Emily?" I called out, hearing the TV in the living room going knowing she would most likely have returned to it after lacing Jacob's soda with the anointment.

"Yeah, Mom?" I heard Emily's voice traveling down the hall as I was loading up the washer. It might be newer than what I was used to, but after Jacob showed me how to operate it, I found it easy to use.

"Go to the linen closet; on the top shelf, there's a set of red sheets for Jacob's bed. Get them up to his room and show him what we're offering to him. You know what I mean," I said with a devious grin on my lips, seeing Emily's eyes getting this luster in them. "Don't forget the pillowcases that goes with it." I noted the joy on my daughter's face as she nodded vehemently that she wouldn't forget.

"Sure thing, Mom." I heard the happy uptick in Emily's voice before she departed from the laundry room's doorway.

Jacob

I ran my hand through my hair as I walked out of my bathroom, fully dressed. Blowing out a breath, knowing it was going to be two long days of dealing with Pauline. Only to nearly stumble backward to keep from colliding with Emily, who I had no idea was on the top floor nor that she would be bringing the sheets for my bed up to my room.

"Would you mind helping me?" I had no idea why her cheeks always got a blush to them when she spoke or looked at me. It was rather odd if you ask me. It almost felt like she had a crush on me. But that couldn't be it, could it? Nah, it was probably some psychobabble; a doctor would say that given her childhood and teenage years that due to me being polite to her, Emily transferred that kindness to affection or something like that. I glanced away when the top three buttons of her dress were undone, showing off the cleavage of her breasts. Something she shouldn't be displaying, at least not to me.

"Sure, I was going to do it myself," I said, knowing I had to stay in the habit of doing the household chores by myself like I've done since my grandmother had passed. After all, they would be moving out when she was all better. Pauline might have said they weren't, but they weren't going to stay longer than I had said they would. Arching an eyebrow, wondering if she had to sway her ass like that since it was just us in the room. I figured she would save that for whomever she had her eye on. Watching how Emily placed the sheets on the small reading chair, my grandmother always loved to relax on with a good book before she went to bed.

"Jacob?"

"Hmm?" I hummed as I fitted the pillow that usually rested on the left side of the bed into its case. I used to have two on each side. One of my co-workers was bragging about them, saying how she hadn't slept so well in her life. Since she bought them, she hasn't had any neck issues like she had with her old pillows.

"What kind of pillow are these?" I glanced up, noting how she was running her hands along the top of the pillow before her.

"A bamboo memory foam pillow. Why, never seen one?" I mentally smacked myself; given her upbringing, I should have assumed she wouldn't have.

"No." I heard the weak reply as it left her lips. "Are they comfortable?"

"Want to try it out?" I asked. Even though I might not like it, I can't refute what the DNA results showed me. What kind of brother or decent person would I be if I didn't help her to experience this modern world she had escaped to? A poor one, if you ask me.

"Can I?" I heard the eagerness in her voice as she gazed at me.

"Well, the bed isn't made, so why not?" I stated with a wave of my hand, telling her to go ahead. "But if you're going to test out what it's like, you'll have to fluff it up first to get the full effect of the memory foam," I said, seeing the confusion in her eyes. Noting how she copied me when I showed her how to do it, I quickly diverted my attention away from her body when the hem of her dress rode up her thighs, showing off how shapely they were. I could have sworn I caught a flash of her pussy, but that couldn't be right, could it? Surely she would be wearing panties; she had to be. It was just my mind playing tricks on me, that had to be it; my mind just messing with me. There was no way she would walk around my house without any panties on, much less unintentionally flash me her pussy.

"Oh, this is so nice," Emily sighed as she rested on her left side facing me.

"Umm..." Quickly turning my gaze away when I inadvertently caught the side edge of Emily's right areola. "You might want to cover up," I said, trying not to perv out on her. I was trying to show her that not all men were like Roy or that boy who wouldn't take no for an answer at Delph's practice.

"Why? Don't you remember that day in the car when I whispered into your ear?" Emily asked me with this rather sinful smile on her lips. "I don't mind you looking, brother." I have no idea why she has to accentuate those words.

"Well, you should," I stated.

"And why should I?" I heard the tone in her voice telling me she was preparing for an argument.

"Because it's wrong," I said plainly.

"To whom? You? Them?" I noted how she waved dismissively to the outside world. "I don't care what they think is wrong, just like you don't care that I think you going out and sleeping with whoever it was is wrong. As it states in the good book, that is a mortal sin and damnable to the fires of eternal punishment."

"Yeah, I don't think what you're referring to is the Bible..." Arching an eyebrow at the snort that got out of her, ignoring how her fingertips ran along the cleavage of her breasts, trying to entice me to leer at her youthful body.

"Are you referring to that mutated perversion that's been changed and ripped apart as dictated by Kings and Popes? The one where they leave out gospels because they don't fit into their view of the true word of God?" I have no idea why she was getting so worked up about it, yet there she was, laying on my bed with this sour look on her face. "Of course you are, you don't know any better on the matter."

"And you do?" I shot back, crossing my arms as I did.

"I do, far more than you do, apparently. The Bible we follow is the true Bible, not something garbage some English King or some Emperor from 300 AD manipulated; who, by his own words, wasn't a Christian until his death bed. Can you really be so blind to what man has done to the word of our Lord?" I so wasn't about to get into a metaphysical debate with her. Not that I could refute her words. That was the truth that man has altered the Bible to suit his view of things. Still, though, that didn't mean I was going to get into an argument about it. Not that I believe in God or whatever anyone calls that deity. "I might have been sheltered," she continued, "but I am not ignorant to the blaspheming man has and continues to do to the word of God. I can't judge them, for that is not our place; only God can judge those, even if they're misguided in their belief that their way is the right way."

"Uh-huh," I muttered. I grew a little unnerved by how fluidly Emily rose from her spot. It looked like she had been practicing that move; for all I know she practices all her moves. I wanted to take a step back, but she kept me from doing so when she reached out and took hold of my shirt with her left hand. I've had enough expenses levied against my bank account; I didn't need to add to its stress by buying new clothes.

"I understand, Jacob." My nerves were on edge as she lightly caressed my left cheek with her right hand. "You've had so much thrown at you. So much heartache. The years of being alone without us to lean on must have been hard on you. I'm not saying our grandmother didn't try her best to raise you. Yet she was dealing with her own grief. How do I know this?" She must have noted the questioning look in my eyes. It wasn't hard, given how we were barely a foot apart. "I read her journals. I don't always watch TV, you know?" I kept my curious look to myself when I heard that flirty tone of hers. Something I just couldn't wrap my head around. "In them, I learned how she struggled to keep up with you at her age. How keeping a watchful eye on you tired her out more than she would let on.

Sometimes that didn't leave time to properly see to your needs when you were growing up. But we are here now, and we are here to stay." I did not like the finality of that statement. "I know you're used to being alone. Living alone, eating alone, taking care of this house alone. But those days are over; once I'm better, I'll properly show you what I mean." I instinctively looked down when she pressed her breasts into my chest. I could feel her hard nipples pressing into it. I so couldn't understand why she decided to forgo a bra. It would make things... well, not any crazier... ah hell, who the fuck am I kidding. This whole conversation was fucking out there! The way she was acting just took it to a whole new level. I did not like the smirk on her lips when my gaze lifted back to her face. "Now, come on, let's get your bed made, then we'll relax and enjoy the rest of the day." My eyes went wide in shock when Emily placed a peck on my lips. What the fuck?!

"Well, look at the two of you." Pauline's voice caught me off guard as the top sheet floated down onto my bed. "Since I didn't hear yelling or you two killing each other, I thought I'd come and check up on you two."

"We were just finishing up." My eyes glanced over to Emily as she had this smile on her lips.

"Ah, good, Jacob; your comforter should be done in an hour or two." I wondered why she was eyeing my bed like she longed to be on it. Which was weird in of itself if you ask me. It wasn't the first time I pondered what had transpired on that Friday night. Since this weirdness about them didn't happen until we left Delph's office. I really wish I could remember what the hell went on that evening. "Jacob, since Emily ate the rest of the leftovers we had for lunch, would you mind if we ordered a pizza for dinner?"

"I guess not, as long as you don't get anything weird on it," I said; I mean, who puts pineapple on pizza?! That's just an affront to that pizza goodness! I think they have to be from another world if they do. Then again, if what the scientist theorize is true, then we are all aliens. But I digress.

"I won't, Emily would you like to come with me to get it?" I hope she did. At least it would give me half an hour or so without them hovering over me. I still couldn't understand why they were doing it in the first place.

"Sure, Mom, maybe that will give Jacob time to see about a new phone for me." I arched an eyebrow at that blatant hint. Well, good thing I did that when I was at work when I wasn't too busy. Since my grandmother's phone was still tied to the account we had shared when she was alive, it wasn't hard to get it reactivated. Seeing how I was paying for it and her very, very limited contact list that, I assumed, would just be Pauline and me, I put her on the cheapest plan they had. If she wanted something higher, she would have to pay for it herself. I'm not made of money.

"Here," I muttered, holding the phone and its charger out to her once I had retrieved it from my briefcase. If the look on Emily's face was any indication, you would have thought I was holding out the crown jewels or the Spear of Longinus to her. "Don't go crazy with it; you only get a thousand minutes a month, but texts are unlimited," I said as she took my grandmother's old iPhone from me. I was not expecting Emily to throw her arms around my neck and plant a kiss on my lips because of it.

"Thank you so much. I promise I won't waste this gift you have given me," Emily said, clearly ignoring how perturbed I was at that moment.

"Come on, honey, let's go order our dinner," Pauline said with this smile on her lips that reminded me of years past before the hammer came down on my life.

I sighed loudly as I sank down onto my couch, unsure how to deal with Emily and her unwanted advances. I knew I had to put a stop to them. Otherwise, she would get the wrong impression, and I really didn't want to be the one that broke her heart. It's just that what she was doing was wrong. I knew it was only a kiss; still, a kiss could and has led to more. I groaned as I rested my head on the back of my couch. I knew I needed professional help dealing with Emily's misplaced attachment. I knew it had to be because of how her life was with Roy. I knew the sooner we dealt with it, the sooner Emily could get on with a normal life. I might be an ass sometimes, but come on, if what she had told me was true, I think she deserved to have a normal life more than anyone. I just hoped I could get her the help she needed without hurting her too much in the process. Leaning across the couch for the remote control for my TV. I looked oddly at my glass as I took a sip of my soda, wondering if they changed the formula of it, given its extra sweetness.

I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew, I was jolted awake by the sound of my front door closing. I don't know why I did, nor why I was horny at that moment. Not that I was sporting an erection, but it kind of reminded me of when I was ten and I was going through puberty, and a stiff wind would get me hard. I just couldn't understand why that was. It wasn't like I was hard up for sex, especially with what has happened over the past two days. Then I felt something odd coating the inside of my mouth, something I just couldn't place. I also couldn't understand why I have this strange sensation tingling throughout the core of my body and my limbs. You know that feeling you get when you sleep on your arm wrong or when you put your leg in this weird position, and it falls asleep. It kind of felt like that; I just couldn't understand why.

"Jacob..." I felt this fuzziness in my head when I turned to look at Pauline. I wondered why her eyes were glancing between me and my glass. The moment her hand touched my shoulder, I felt a rush of blood to my male organ. Which in and of itself was fucking weird! This should not be happening. I wasn't attracted to her in the slightest; that would just be so fucking wrong. Yet here I was, getting hard like I was some virgin. It was confusing the hell out of me! "Come before our pizza gets cold." I have no earthly idea why she had to make her voice sound so... alluring. Fuck! What the hell is wrong with me?! It felt like I was drunk as I got to my feet. My eyes would not heed my command as they ogled Pauline's breasts as they swayed beneath her dress as she bent over, picking up my glass from off the table I had set it on. In my fuzzy mind, I didn't register the look in her eyes or the smirk that was on her lips. My mind just couldn't seem to focus on nothing other than her womanly shape.

It was maddening, I tell you! I looked over at her as she slipped her arm around my waist. Seeing that mischievousness in her eyes when her hand palmed my ass as we walked towards the kitchen. I have no idea why I wasn't pushing her away or berating her like I would normally do. I shot her a look when she guided my hand along her ass. I wondered why she wasn't wearing any panties. "Now, you just sit here and I'll fix you a new glass of soda." I was trying to suss out why her touch and her voice carried the hints of arousal. I didn't miss the look she and Emily shared between the two of them; I just couldn't understand why, at least not in my current state.

"Jacob, are you feeling okay?" Emily asked in this soft alluring voice. I was taken aback when the image of her naked ass in the air, her cheek pressed against my mattress, moaning loudly as I fucked her popped into my mind. I swear that was not normal for me. I never once thought about Emily like that. So why did it appear in my head? I rightly don't have a fucking clue.

"Okay, I guess," I answered; I so wasn't about to tell her the truth. My eyes followed Pauline's hand as she leaned over me, placing my drink on the table next to my plate. I glanced up, causing my head to move between her breasts. I arched an eyebrow when a little moan escaped her lips when I did that.

"Good." The light, alluring touch on my forearm brought my attention back to Emily. "I don't want anything to happen to you. Hopefully, you'll enjoy it." I looked at her oddly, waiting for her to elaborate on what she meant. Yet her answer was unforthcoming, and really, I didn't think I could understand it at the moment; not with how clouded my head was at the moment. I looked down when Pauline's hands ran down my chest; I had the distinct feeling of her breasts on the back of my neck. As much as I didn't want it, and how much I tried to will it down, my cock refused to deflate. It was not currently listening to me.

"Yes, as it states, we are here to see to your needs, Jacob. But that will have to wait until after dinner. For now, how about we dig into our meal?" Gooseflesh raced across my skin as Pauline's lips danced along the right side of my neck. That was when I noticed the name on the pizza box; why was it now that I was even seeing it? This whole thing isn't making any sense to me?! "You know, I thought this place had gone out of business. I'm so glad they didn't." The scents of my past flooded my mind as Pauline lifted the lid of the box, and I was assaulted by that unique smell that I honestly hadn't smelled since my childhood. My grandmother usually got frozen pizza, and we rarely, if ever, ordered out. Not that I'm blaming her, never that; I did eat a lot when I was growing up. But I think that's with all children, or I could be wrong.

"Oh, my, just look how this cheese just pulls away," Emily said in this gleeful tone as I glanced over at her. Looking down when their hands covered mine after Pauline set my plate down before me.

"I know you might not say grace anymore; that's okay, Jacob, we'll say it for you," Pauline said, flashing me this smile that I couldn't put my finger on. What could I say? I had my own shit I was trying to figure out at that moment than complimenting on the act of grace. I remained quiet as we ate, my eyes darting between the two of them as they spoke amongst themselves. I just couldn't stop my mind from seeing the alluring features on their faces and how they moved, no matter how much I tried not to. My eyes glanced to my whiskey bottle, wondering if I got myself drunk, if I'd slip into a drunken slumber and hopefully put this evening far behind me. I felt my face heating when I noted how Pauline's eyes stared at my crotch as she took my plate from me once I had enough to eat. I was getting creeped out by that smile on her lips as those brown eyes of hers just wouldn't leave the tent in my shorts. Trust me, I wasn't trying to be hard, far from it. Yet no matter what I did with everything I normally would use to get myself soft, short of masturbating at the table, nothing worked.

"Here, let me refill your glass," Emily said, leaning across the table. I felt my cock lurch in my shorts when the front of her dress loosened, allowing me to get a peek at her left nipple. That was not something that normally happens. Sure, I like breasts; what straight man doesn't? Yet my lower body was acting like it was in the early years of puberty, where just the sight of a nipple got me excited. I so couldn't figure out why that was. I just couldn't seem to get my brain out of this fog it was in. No matter how much I tried to clear my head, it seemed that fog was intent on keeping me in that state for as long as it could.

"Come on, let's you and I return to the living room." I looked at Pauline oddly when she took hold of my right hand and gently pulled me from my seat. I tried to figure out why I was going along with all of this. However, no matter what my mind said, my body simply refused to listen to the commands it was issuing. Although I did adjust myself so my hard-on wasn't too noticeable. That was the last thing I needed Emily to see; I couldn't stop Pauline since she's already got an eyeful. "Now, you just sit right there," Pauline cooed as she pushed me down onto the middle of my couch.

"Here you are, Jacob," Emily said, sitting down far, far too close for my liking.

I glanced down and then back up to Pauline's face as she placed her hand far too high on my upper right thigh as she took the seat beside me. "Drink up, Jacob; you wouldn't want your soda to get watered down, do you?" My muscle's tensed, my eyes instantly cut to her as I felt her finger brush against my hard appendage. "Just relax, Jacob; we aren't going to harm you."

"Then what are you..." My voice trailed off as I felt another hand on my lap, only to be met with Emily's warm smile.

"Just enjoy what we're willing to give you," Emily said in this calm tone as she snuggled up to me.

I found it odd they were tipping up the bottom of my glass, getting me to drink more, or why I just couldn't get my body to listen to me when my mind so wasn't about to listen to them. Yet no matter how much I tried, I just couldn't seem to muster the will to get up from that couch. And somehow, when I finished my drink, I wanted more. Fuck! This is so mind-boggling. Did they put something in my glass? No, it couldn't be since I was feeling like this when they came back. Maybe my mind would clear as the night went on, and I could put a stop to whatever was going on. At the moment, however, I was at their mercy; something I wasn't too fond of. There was no telling what weird shit they had planned, and the fact that I was still hard after all this time was not lost on me.

The only relief I had after the thirty minutes, other than the few minutes when either one left the room to where I don't know of this strangeness I have been subjected to, at time was when my phone chimed in my pocket when a text came in. As I was looking at my phone, Pauline snatched it from my hand just as I noted Delph's text she had sent me. I got the 'thanks for last night' before Pauline ripped it out of my hand.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked heatedly.

"Saving you from yourself, someone has to!" Pauline answered; I noted Emily nodding along with her. "Baby, if you need release, all you have to do is ask."

"Huh?" Clearly, I heard her wrong; no matter how messed up Pauline was, surely she wasn't hinting at what I thought she was. Arching an eyebrow when I heard her sigh.

"Seems I'm going to have to show you what I mean." I tried to pull my chin out of her grip when she took hold of it and turned it towards her. I was so in shock when she kissed me, and I don't mean a motherly kiss. I mean full-on tongue. My eyes went wide when I felt a hand, I didn't know if it was hers or Emily's when it took hold of my covered manhood. Why the fuck was I allowing this to happen? No matter how much I screamed at myself to run, to seek shelter, call the police, or whatnot, it seemed like my mind and body were not on speaking terms. That's the best way I can describe what the hell was happening to me. I sucked in a gasp when one of them slid a hand into my shorts. I was not expecting to find Emily just grinning like a fool at me, nor her hand firmly clamped around my cock.

"You like my hand, Jacob?" Emily asked, in this innocent voice, if what she was currently doing to me could be categorized as innocent. "I promise if you give me a chance, I'll get better for you; I never want you to be displeased with me." What the fuck is she talking about? It sounded like they were planning to continue this after my mind cleared up. That shit isn't happening. But no matter how much I wanted to scream out no, the words just wouldn't leave my lips. I felt the hard yank on my shorts, causing me to look down, noting how they were at my midthigh. "As it says, the woman will take the rod of man into her mouth to give comfort to the head of the house."

I groaned out a 'fuck' when her lips wrapped around my cock. Feeling her tongue swirling around the head of my rod before her velvety lips inched down my shaft. I pondered what they had given me since I couldn't move a muscle to throw her off of me. Sure, my body moved, just not in the way I wanted it to. Have I said how confusing this shit is? Well, it is! My eyes cut over to Pauline, trying not to give in to the sensations that were flooding my body. I might be drugged on whatever it is, but I was not going to give in; at least, that was my hope anyway. Who knows what this stuff is and what it did to the human body. Watching how her hips swayed as she unbuttoned her dress as the Rolling Stones "Wild Horses" began to play over my phone.

"I'm not going to lie, Jacob; I need this too." Pauline said. I would have said she wouldn't do this to her own son, yet here we are. My eyes followed her dress as it fell from her body and pooled around her ankles. My body shuddered as Emily's fingertips skimmed up the back of my cock once it left her mouth. Only to be taken command of by her lips once again.

"I know you're freaking out. It's okay; this is how it was always meant to be." Emily added. I looked at her like she's lost her mind. Then again, that might be true, given where I am and what's happening to me. "It falls to us to ensure that your soul is clean so that we all will find each other in Heaven."

"That's right, baby," Pauline cooed in this aroused tone as Emily inched away as Pauline filled my lap. I felt the heat of her pussy bathing my cock as her arms rested on my shoulders. "I know you're so confused right now. That's natural. The world out there wishes to hide the true teachings of his word from us so they can continue their perversions. Know this, son, no matter what, we will never leave you. We are here to see that you are steered towards His loving arms," she whispered before she kissed me once again. I was making all the noises of no, no, no as I could, yet her mouth muffled them as I felt her hand on the base of my cock.

Then I felt the wet heat of her pussy as it engulfed my pole. What was wrong with these two?! "Oh, God, you feel so good, Jacob. Can't you feel how my pussy is just gripping you?" Pauline asked in this husky voice. "You don't need to answer. I know you do," she said with this grin on her lips that unnerved me to no end. I wished I had control of my body at that moment so I could throw the bitch off of me. Yet I was powerless to do a damn thing as she was riding me with gusto. My eyes glanced over to Emily, who picked up my left hand and moved it to her breasts. I'll admit they were rather nice but fuck she's supposedly my sister; why would she go along with this?!

"Don't they feel better than that woman's?" Emily asked; her disdain was very evident in her voice. My eye glanced to my hand, which she was rubbing along her breast, then to her face. "I understand you might feel trepidation with all of this, but I assure you that we only want the best for you. When I'm better, you'll get all of me." My eyes went wide, pleading with her not to do it as she moved my hand down her body. Yet she had this look, a look that shouldn't be on a sister's face, as she gasped and shuttered, rubbing my hand along her covered mound. "You're the only man that's ever going to feel it; I don't want anyone else to. This is yours now." Emily stated, holding my hand tightly against her sex as she rocked her hips on it. Then the unthinkable happened, something no brother should ever see his sister do; she came. Not just her but Pauline, too; I could feel her pussy squeezing the life out of my cock as she spasmed on top of me. I've never wanted to see her... well, either of them basking in the joy of their climaxes, and yet here we are.

"God, I need that," Pauline sighed. "But you have yet to paint my altar in your seed as the good book states." I really did not like the look on her face at the moment. "I'm so glad you haven't shot off yet; it just means I get some more of my son's fine cock." Okay, that was not something I ever thought I would ever hear her say. "Emily, help me get your brother to his room. While pleasing him on this couch is fine and all, I want to do this in the bed we will always line." No, fucking way that was happening! "Now, now, Jacob, don't give me that look.

You didn't seem to have a problem with me fucking you this morning." I watched how her grin just grew as the look of recognition filled my eyes as I thought back to this morning. "If anyone's pussy is going to be coating your cock in your sleep, it's going to be mine!" I have absolutely no idea why she was getting upset for. "Just look how your cock looks in my pussy?!" Pauline stated, forcing me to watch this perversion. Then she turned my head as Emily sat on the armrest of my couch with her legs spread, showing off her eighteen-year-old virgin pussy. "Look at it, Jacob, see that hymen? That's yours to take," I watched as Pauline reached over and rubbed Emily's clit, "you want your brother to own this pussy don't you, baby?"

"Oh, yes, I've been dreaming of it. I can't wait for when my brother takes me," Emily said breathlessly.

"See, Jacob, there's no need for you to seek out other women when all you have to do is tell us, and we'll happily take care of any and all your needs. Now, let's get him to the bedroom so his seed finds its home on my altar where it belongs."​