Incest/Taboo College Bounded

The idea for this story was brought to you by the demented mind of Amachi. I'm just honored enough to bring it to life.

All characters are over 18+.
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Matthew's head hit his text book with a loud thump. His groan resounded out around the pages of his text book as he studied for his pre-college course. For the past hour he had tried to grasp the problem of his Calculus homework. Matthew hoped it wouldn't have taken him so long, yet as he rolled his head to the side his eyes fell upon his desk clock. Those neon green numbers burned brightly as the current coursed through the crystals. Yet he knew he wouldn't be done by the time he needed to leave for his Christian youth club at his church. Matthew didn't believe in having extra martial relations. He took his faith seriously, going as far as taking a vow not to partake in the act of sex until he was married. He knew it wasn't something people did these days yet Matthew felt it was the right thing to do. However, being at the age of nineteen his hormones were in overdrive and doubts were beginning to form.

"Hey bro," Olivia said knocking on the doorframe. Her bright red curls danced along her cheek as she eyed her younger brother. Their father had been gone for the past three months due to his overseas job, having worked himself up through the ranks of the company throughout the years. Having gotten their mother pregnant when she was sixteen, Jake, their father, didn't have the time to go to college when their child needed a stable home. So while Nancy, their mother, stayed home to watch after Olivia and Matthew when they were younger, their father took to the oil fields. They knew their father worked hard to provide for them. Olivia did everything she could to help her mother when Jake was away. She knew how much they had sacrificed for them, yet when Matthew came back from his year abroad in the Peace Corps, she noticed something different about him.

"What is it sis?" Matthew sighed. His pencil landed in a soft thump in the crevice of the book. His old wooden chair creaked and popped as he shifted his weight. Matthew glanced out of the corner of his eye at his thin, fit, alluring sister.

"Are you going to be late tonight?" Olivia asked, her brown eyes running down her brother's back, lingering on his ass as his basketball shorts detailed every curve of his backside. "I thought you; mom and I could lounge on the couch and watch a movie or something if you weren't. It's a nice night for a little snuggling."

"I don't know sis. I might go out, I might not," Matthew said indifferently. Since his return home from a year in the jungles of the Congo, he just felt off when he was around his family. Matthew knew they loved him. That wasn't in question, however, what was in question was his own self. He had seen so much suffering when he was over there. Illness rampant, starvation everywhere he looked. People killing each other for what little they had. Then there were the slavers that raided the small isolated villages. Even in the Peace Corps they had to be careful of where they went. They were always guarded when they went to hand out supplies and support. Never alone. No. Matthew had learned that hard lesson first hand when the girl he was interested in was found raped, beaten and killed just a mile outside of their camp. That was when he first questioned his faith. He still does. It was one of the reasons why he visited the church so often. So Matthew could find his way back. Yet those memories still haunt him.

"Please, Matthew, won't you reconsider," Olivia pouted as she watched as his shirt slid up his back, "It's not right that a handsome man like you should leave two lonely women alone for so long."

"Fine," Matthew sighed; he hated his sister's guilt trip, "I'll be home by eight," he said tossing a clean dress shirt and dress slacks onto his bed. "Is that more to your liking Olivia?"

"Yes!" Olivia chirped happily, "We've wanted to watch this one movie, but well it doesn't feel right without a man there," she said taking a tentative step into Matthew's room. She fought herself not to throw herself into her brother's arms. To explore his tan skin he had earned underneath the African sun. Since his return home about a month ago she and her mother had been trying to get his attention. Without Jake there, their bodies hungered to be filled by something long, hard and thick. "Thank you, Matthew," Olivia said placing a soft lingering kiss on his left cheek, allowing his arm to fall into the cleavage of her breasts.

"Matthew, honey," Nancy said sweetly drying her hands as Matthew came down the stairs.

"Yeah?" Matthew asked looking over at his thirty-nine-year-old mother. Her red curls were more tightly compact compared to his sister's loose kind. While some of her muscle tone she had when she was younger was gone due to raising two rambunctious children, yet that didn't take away his mother's beauty. He knew how desired his mother was given the talk he had heard around town; more so in his congregation than anywhere else. Matthew just hoped God would forgive him for his unclean thoughts about his mother and sister that have been popping up since his return.

"Has Olivia talked to you about movie night, tonight?" Nancy asked laying the dish towel gently onto the counter. She knew her son like any mother does. When Matthew returned home she knew he had lost something on that trip. How it pained her to see her son suffering so silently. It took all her will not to take a hold of his head and thrust it into her bosom; to allow her heavenly orbs to lull away his grief.

"Yeah," Matthew said offhandedly, as he pocketed his wallet and car keys. His body became still as his mother's hands ran along his waist, across his stomach then northward where her hands came to a rest his upper chest. Matthew tried not to be aware how his mother's breasts were pressing against his back, or how she wasn't wearing a bra to support her 38D breasts. How those soft, pillowy mounds of flesh rubbed against him as Nancy pressed her son closely.

"Is that a no or yes to the movie night?" Nancy asked brushing her cheek against Matthew's right shoulder.

"I'll be home before eight Mom," Matthew said trying to pull away, yet his mother kept him rooted.

"Why must you go out Matthew? Why don't you just stay here and I'm sure we can keep you entertained? There's no reason for you to constantly go to that church almost every day of the week. Not when I'm sure you can do whatever it is you do there, here with us," Nancy said wantonly. Her hot sweet breath flowed along Matthew's neck. Her ruby hue lips brushed along his skin as she held her son in her arms. She could feel her skin heating, her heart racing, her slickness awaking having his youthful body against hers.

Matthew had pondered his mother's question during his drive. Now as the church's former youth pastor introduced his replacement. He wasn't here when some huge waves moved through the church and the real reason why the former youth pastor was leaving. However, this was his last few months he had left he could partake of the group. So Matthew wasn't paying attention as the new youth pastor introduced herself, his mind too troubled to pay heed to the sermon.

"Matthew?" the out-going pastor said bringing Matthew out of his troubling thoughts. "I like for you to meet Ms. Edwards, she'll be the new pastor here. I have told her about what you and I have been discussing lately."

"Hello Matthew, I'm Pastor Edwards, but you may call me Beverley," she said holding out her hand to him. "How about we head to my office? I know you might be apprehensive in talking to me about this. However, know I don't judge you, that is up to God to decide not I. I'm simply here to help you as best as I can," Beverley said smiling at Matthew as he rose from the pew.

Twilight had fallen by the time Matthew left the pastor's office. His mind going over what Beverley had said to him about looking for comfort in the loving arms of his family. She had an odd take on what she thought of family relations. If he had to guess to his inexperienced mind, Matthew could have sworn Beverley was speaking on the matter of sex. This rightly perturbed him as he drove back to his home. It was as if the youth pastor was telling him to seek out relations with his female family members. Matthew shook his head at the thought. He must have misheard her. There was no way a youth pastor would recommend having incestuous relations with his family. Matthew sighed pushing those strange thoughts to the back of his mind as he got out of his car. He couldn't be thinking about sex, at least not with his own mother and sister.

"Matthew?!" Olivia asked as Matthew opened the side door, "You're home!" she said rushing to him. Matthew's eyes went wide as Olivia's silk nightgown that ended mid thigh whipped wildly as she threw herself into his arms. Matthew took a dry swallow as the hem of her gown flew up showing off Olivia's taut ass and her red thong. Instinctively, he placed his hands on her bare ass to steady his body from her abrupt assault. "Mmm... your hands on me... what more could a girl want?" Olivia said in a dream like state. Matthew's lips pressed together tightly as Olivia placed a lingering kiss on the left corner of his mouth.

"Oh, you're home," Nancy said surprisingly, looking toward the grandfather clock a small smile spread across her lips. "Why don't you go and change, me and Olivia will get the movie ready," she said leaning forward placing their snacks on the coffee table. She knew how her blue robe inched open as the weight of her breasts pressed down on the material giving her son an unobstructed view of the tops of her breasts.

"Do hurry brother I can't wait to snuggle with you," Olivia whispered seductively into his ear.

"Matthew, come sit," Nancy said, her red curls bouncing as she patted the cushion between Olivia and herself. Her sultry brown eyes ran down her son's body. Nancy tried to keep her carnal desire from revealing itself. Yet as those loose basketball shorts brushed along Matthew's thigh. All she could think of as he stepped off of the landing of the stairs was how her hand would feel wrapped around her son's cock. The way he would moan as she worked his shaft. How his cum would taste as she sucked on that phallus of his. How that salty treat would sit on her tongue. "We finally get you to ourselves, don't we Olivia?" Nancy asked looking over at her daughter while her fingertips gently ran down his neck.

"I know. We need a man here don't we Mom?" Olivia asked as her nose nuzzled Matthew's neck while her left hand rested on his upper thigh.

"Mmmhmm. Not just any man sweetheart," Nancy said wantonly. Her brown eyes studied her son's face. It wasn't the same face she saw a year ago. The innocence she once saw in Matthew's eyes was gone. His soft skin still held the weathering of the wind and stinging sand. Nancy just hoped she could help Matthew. She wasn't about to see her son fade away. Not when she was there and more than willing to see this through with him. "Here, Matthew, why don't you start the movie while your sister and I get more comfortable," Nancy said handing Matthew the remote while her tongue teased his earlobe.

Matthew looked down as his sister and mother interlaced their fingers with his. Wrapping their bodies around his arms as the DVD started. He sat uncomfortably between them as the previews came on. Matthew felt his cheeks heated as he glanced down to his right. His mother's robe had slipped open as she pushed his arm between those tantalizing peaks.

"This is the best," Olivia said scooting closer to her little brother, "A nice romantic movie, a gorgeous man to hold," she said slowly, running each of her breasts along her brother's arm, letting Matthew feel their curvature, their warmth and softness. "If only I had a boyfriend," Olivia sighed resting her head on Matthew's shoulder. Her long eyelashes fluttered as she looked up at him. "What do you say Matthew? Won't you be my boyfriend?"

"No, he can't Olivia, he is my date tonight," Nancy said smiling coyly at him. Knowing how her breasts were swelling as she pushed against Matthew.

"But Mom! You have Dad, why can't I have my adorable little brother?" Olivia pouted, "Wouldn't you like that Matthew having me as your girlfriend? Teaching you everything I know?" Olivia asked her free hand running down his chest.

"No, it is me isn't it Matthew? It is me that you want?" Nancy asked her robe slipping from her shoulder the pink of her areola peeking out.

"No! It's me!" Olivia shot back. She wasn't about to be out done by her mother. Taking Matthew's hand guiding it along her freshly shaven thigh stopping centimeters away from her covered snatch. "Can you feel my heat Matthew being so close to my pussy?" Olivia whispered seductively into his ear, "You can touch it if you like Matthew," she cooed glancing down at his shorts.

"Bah," Nancy said waving her daughter off, "If Matthew is going to feel anything it will be mine," she said mimicking her daughter. However, unlike Olivia, Nancy took hold of the tips of his fingers helping her son to feel his mother's moist lips. "So Matthew how is your first taste of a woman?" Nancy asked with a sly smile, "Go on put a finger or two in me."

"If he does he'll have to do that with me, it's not fair you get to horde our boyfriend," Olivia said, sucking on her lower lip as she looked up at Matthew with puppy dog eyes. "You wouldn't forget about me would you Matthew? You would finger your sister too, right?"

"What?! No, I'm not doing that with either of you!" Matthew said trying to keep his focus on the movie. Yet that seemed impossible when his mother's right breast slipped out of her robe giving Matthew his first uncensored view of his very first tit.

"Go on Matthew you may touch it," Nancy said rubbing her exposed breast along his arm. "Go on I know how you have a fascination with breasts. Why don't you see how they feel," Nancy said placing her nipple inches away from his lips. Matthew tried to get up from his seat, yet his mother and sister kept him rooted. "Matthew!" Nancy said thrusting his head into the cleavage of her bosom, "You can't just leave us! Not when this likes what it sees," she cooed running her fingers up the back of his cock.

"Mmmhmm," Olivia agreed the tip of her index finger teased the crown of his rod, "How about you let me take care of this for you little brother," she said slipping her hand into his shorts. A deep rumbling purr emanated from her throat as her hand wrapped around her brother's cock.

"What a lovely idea Olivia," Nancy said smiling evilly at her daughter. "We can't have this poor boy walking around with such a lewd thing poking out. I guess it falls to us to see that relief is brought to such a naughty appendage," Nancy said pushing her son back against the couch. She knew Matthew could push her off if she was alone. However, she wasn't and they kept Matthew secured while they showed him what family truly was for. "Why don't we just take out that hard cock Olivia? I'm sure it's rather pained to be in such a restricted confinement," Nancy mused caressing the head of her son's cock through his shorts.

"Shh," Olivia said, covering Matthew's mouth with her hand when he started to protest. "Relax Matthew let your hot, fuckable sister take care of this hard cock. A cock that would fit so perfectly into my tight little hole," Olivia said nibbling along his jaw as their mother pulled down his shorts.

"Look at it Matthew," Nancy said her hand joining her daughter's as they jacked Matthew off, "Your horny sister and your slutty mother jacking you off right here on the couch," she said peering down as her fingers glistened in his pre-cum. "You know you can take that hand that still is on my thigh and touch your mother's cunt," Nancy purred hungrily, "You could even plunge those fingers into my hot, wet, throbbing canal. Feeling how your mother's pussy feels underneath your touch."

"Not before Matthew finger fucks me," Olivia said moving his hand to her snatch, "Feel it Matthew, feel the shape of my sex, the moistness of my lips," she said breathing heavily as she ground her mound against his hand. "Oh god! Yes..." Olivia moaned as her muscles trembled having been so long since she felt another's touch on her neglected mound, "Matthew, you're going to make your sister cum," she whispered as her hips glided along his hand.

"Fine you can have the first finger fuck, but the first blow job is mine," Nancy said pressing her hand on his chest as she sank down the length of his body, "Mmm... now to the main course," she said before her lips parted to welcome her son's phallus into her mouth.

"No fair," Olivia pouted yet she didn't care. Not when her panties were becoming soaked the longer she pleasured herself on his hand. "I bet you want me to sit on that cock little brother," Olivia teased as another orgasm was approaching. However, she wasn't prepared for her brother's refusal. "What do you mean no..." Olivia begun to ask, stopping as she saw Matthew's eyes widen. "Mom, did he just come in your mouth?"

"Mmmhmm," Nancy said as she drank down her son's hot seed.

"You could have told me I wanted a taste," Olivia said annoyed inadvertently, taking the pressure that held Matthew down off his body. Olivia fell backward; her mother was tossed to the other side of the couch as Matthew bolted from the room. "Well, I didn't expect that," Olivia said in a tired sigh.

"Give him time darling," Nancy said rolling her tongue around her mouth enjoying the taste of her son's cum. "It must be difficult for him, knowing that his first time feeling a pussy was his mother's and sister's. The very first blow job was done by none other than your mother," Nancy said taking pride in that, "It might be hard on him, given that he's still a virgin."

"Wait! What?!" Olivia asked in stunned shock. She surely had thought Matthew had some experience with women. Olivia leaned back her finger tapping her chin as she recounted their years growing up together. She had seen him talking with other women before which always produced a twinge of jealousy. She would always think when she saw him hanging around another girl: 'Why couldn't he look at me like that, or why are you smiling at that slut when you have me?' Those kinds of thoughts always greeted her when they were in school together. Yet being the age of twenty-three they didn't spend a lot of time outside their home alone together; and Matthew wasn't known to speak freely about his love life.

"I thought you knew sweetheart," Nancy said lounging back against the armrest. Unfastening the belt of her robe, she beckoned to her daughter as she spread her legs open. "Come eat your mother Olivia, and we'll think of a way to get that brother of yours to fuck us," Nancy cooed as her daughter crawled between her legs.

Matthew groaned as he felt something warm wrapped around his morning wood. In his dream—the girl he had a crush on when he was in the Peace Corps—was kissing down his chest as they lay underneath the star filled dessert sky. However, as she neared his hard phallus, her hair suddenly changed from blonde to red. Those brown eyes that peered up at him, he knew all too well.

"Olivia," Matthew mumbled in his sleep, causing the sensation to cease if only for a moment. Olivia peered over her shoulder as her saliva glistened in the morning light that filtered through his window. Arching an eyebrow at her brother wondering just what he was dreaming. Yet his cock called to her. She wasn't happy that their mother was the only one that got to taste that white, hot, salty seed. "We can't do this sis. It's wrong," Matthew said fidgeting in his sleep.

"It's not wrong little brother," Olivia said softly, to allow him to think this was still but a dream. She didn't want him waking up to quickly. "There can be nothing wrong with this when we love each other," Olivia said before going back to her task. Matthew's eyes flew open in panic as he came in his dream only to be meet with his very first view of a woman's sex that wasn't in movies or magazines. "Oh, you're awake!" Olivia said smirking at Matthew, "Then here you can play with me, while I get this load out," she said lightly smacking her peach. Matthew's eyes darted between those dark burning eyes and her pink, puffy, swollen labia. Her arousal filled his nose as she moved herself to straddle his chest. "Go on touch me, Matthew. I won't bite I swear, unless you want me too that is," Olivia said, "I know it's your first time, and what better way for you to learn then on me. You don't have to taste me at least not yet. But you can explore my sex with those fingers," she said spreading her lips open for him. Matthew swallowed hard as his eyes ran over his sister's cunt. His nose wiggled as he caught the undertones of sweetness in the air.

"Hmm... I don't know Matthew you might like the taste of pussy. Why don't you just give this pussy a little lick, and see if my honey pot is delicious," Olivia said inching her mound closer to his lips, "Just a little one okay," she said her finger tapping on her clitoris. "Please, Matthew," Olivia begged giving her hips a little shake. Olivia's back arced as she felt his tongue run along her hot box. "Mmm... yes, little brother just like that," Olivia cooed before returning his cock back to her mouth.

How her mind was a lit in glee as her brother's hands squeezed her ass cheeks. She just wished Matthew would do more to her hot sex then just stare at it. However, while she had his cock preoccupied then he was forced to get acquainted with her honey pot. Just so when the time comes he wouldn't be too fearful of sticking his hard tool into her juicy mound.

"Move sis, I'm going to cum," Matthew said through clench teeth. She didn't know how explosive it would be, or the volume of his first orgasm of the morning was. Olivia's eyes bulged out as his cock shot rope, after rope, after rope into her mouth. She tried to keep it all contained, yet the sheer volume of his semen was just too much for her.

"Oh god!" Olivia said her voice muffled as she tried to swallow her brother's huge load. Yet as she sat on his chest, her hand underneath her chin to catch what spilled out. "Is it always so much Matthew?" Olivia asked peering over her left shoulder.

"Yes," Matthew said bashfully looking away.

"There you two are!" Nancy said standing in Matthew's doorway. Her eyes running down her daughter's cum stained chest. Wondering just what she had missed while she made breakfast. Matthew peered around his sister, his deflating cock sprung back to life as he stared at his naked mother.

"Mmm... Matthew, are you trying to tell me you want to fuck me?" Olivia purred her hands running down his chest her hand grasping the base of his cock.

"Nope," Matthew said pushing his sister off now that she didn't have his tool between her teeth.

"Where do you think you're going with this hard cock son?" Nancy asked pinning Matthew against the doorframe. Her hand reached down taking hold of that hot rod she felt against her skin. She stood on her toes gliding her labia along his shaft as she looked deeply into his eyes. "How does that pussy feel baby? I know you're a virgin baby, that's okay, just give into that sensation Matthew. Don't those wet lips feel exquisite to that cock as they slide down it?" Nancy asked placing a kiss on his lips as she tilted his cock slightly up. Her eyes flashed devilishly, as his head inched closer to her entrance. She was going to take his virginity. Nancy had fucked herself senseless last night just thinking about it. Then when that little cherry was out of the way, she was going to teach him everything about sex. A mother's love knows no bounds when it comes to her children - namely her very handsome son. "Answer me Matthew; do you my handsome, strapping, young man enjoy the feel of your mother's pussy on that fine hard cock?" Matthew's body tensed up as he felt the head of his cock slip into his mother's sex.

"He'll be back," Nancy said with a mischievous smirk, as she watched her son dash into the bathroom slamming the door behind him. "Don't you think so sweetheart?" Nancy asked looking back at her daughter. Her eyebrow twitching as Olivia sucked her finger clean of the cum that marred her chest.

"Oh, give me a few days," Olivia said her eyes flashed wickedly, "He's tasted my box Mom. How long do you think he'll hold out knowing he now has the taste of his sister on his tongue?" Olivia asked taunting her mother.

"I can't believe you're asking me that while you sit there and eat that delicious cum," Nancy said stalking towards Matthew's bed, "Now you better not hog it all," she said pouncing on her daughter. Olivia giggled as her mother licked up her chest. Her fingers weaving through her mother's ruby curls, and softly, moaning as Nancy ran her tongue over her cum splattered nipple.

"Yes, Mom, clean that tit," Olivia cooed sensuously rubbing her thigh along her mother's leg as she played extra attention to her breasts.

"What have I told you about using such language?" Nancy asked in a disapproving yet teasing way. "Now I'm going to have to punish you for using such language," she said, her hand ran down Olivia's stomach feeling her daughter tremble. Nancy sucked, licked and fondled her daughter with a vengeance. She just couldn't help herself. Not when they both were on Matthew's bed. A bed neither of them have experienced before. Nancy just hoped this would entice her son into fucking her. 'God, he has a nice cock. Why is it he won't fuck me with it?' Nancy asked herself as she played with Olivia's mound.

Nancy rose to her knees licking the palm of her hand. Olivia's eyes lit up knowing what they were about to do. She couldn't wait to soak her brother's bed in her juices, and if she had to guess their mother couldn't wait either. Olivia bit her lip as she felt her mother's clitoris rubbing against hers. Whilst neither enjoyed scissoring, it did, however, bring some form of pleasure to them without a man sharing their beds. Olivia was almost at the peak of her orgasm when she heard her brother curse.

"Matthew!" Nancy said biting back the waves that were reverberating up her canal. "Please baby, we need you and that hard cock. We need you to fuck us, can't you see how desperate we are to be filled by that stout rod," Nancy said sliding off her daughter. "Matthew, come here," Nancy said, beckoning to her son as she crawled across his bed on her knees. "Just listen to how wet my pussy is for you," she said her fingers dipping in and out of her sex. Her juices resounding in that small room.

"Incestuous harlots!" Matthew seethed slamming his bedroom door closed and running down the stairs he had to get out of that house. While what they were doing might be considered wrong, Matthew knew if he didn't leave then something terrible might happen. It wouldn't take much for him to cross that line. He could already feel his rebellious appendage awaking at the sight he just witnessed. He needed to leave. He needed to put some space between them, so Matthew could figure out just what was going on with his family. He could hear his mother yelling for him to stop, to come back, yet he just sped off to where he knew all sanity still remained, at least he hoped it did.

"Matthew? Just what are you doing here so early in the morning?" Beverley asked as she entered the chapel. It was her turn to ensure it was cleaned before the Wednesday service. Arching an eyebrow when it appeared to her Matthew was too deep in prayer to hear her. "Matthew?" Beverley asked gently touching his right shoulder.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you," Matthew said shyly.

"That's okay Matthew, tell me what troubles you?" Beverley asked looking down at her.

"Temptation," Matthew said matter-of-fact.

"Oh?!" Beverley asked amused wondering if he had taken her advice. "Come, let us go to my office were we can speak more privately," she said helping Matthew to stand.

"Please have a seat," Beverley said gesturing to the seat before her desk, "So explain what kind of temptation you are trying to fight against?" Matthew remained silent contemplating on how to talk to her about sex when she was only a few years older than he was. "Matthew, this is a safe place," Beverley said reaching across the table. Matthew glanced up, his cheeks heated as he looked down her shirt. "Is this about what happened when you were in Africa?" Beverley asked. She knew all about why her predecessor was terminated from his position. However, unlike him, she knew better then to go after the under age kids. They couldn't say much if she had sex with those of age. She didn't see anything wrong with sex. Not when it was their Lord that told them to go forth and multiply. She had set her eyes on Matthew. He would be her first in that new city.

"No," Matthew said plainly.

"Then tell me what has brought you running to this holy house at such an early hour?"

"Sex, Ms. Pasternak," Matthew said looking down at his shoes in embarrassment.

"Oh!" Beverley said surprisingly, she had thought it was the dreams that haunted him. "Matthew, I have told you to call me Beverley. You and I aren't that far apart in age," she said leaning back in her chair, running her finger along her ruby stained lips. "I want you to feel free enough to talk with me about anything Matthew. I know you're about to age out of the youth group. But know this I am and will always be here if you need to talk okay. So why do you feel sex is a temptation?"

"Because look at them throwing themselves at me every second of the day," Matthew said trying to get the image of his sister's cunt out of his head. Yet that only kept it rooted in his mind.

"Matthew, explain what exactly has been going on?"

"Last night I was pinned to my couch while they did things to me, and this morning as well," Matthew said hanging his head in shame. Beverley rose from her seat softly walking around her desk.

"Tell me who did this and what did they do?" Beverley asked leaning forward placing her hand on his shoulder.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Matthew said in a tired sigh.

"Try me," Beverley said flashing him a warm smile. However, as she peered down she could see the vast tent that had been formed.

"They touched me and made me touch them. My... my... mother put her mouth on me while my sister masturbated using my hand," Matthew said. He wanted to be angry with them yet he wasn't. He didn't know why when they had practically molested him.

"Oh, I see. Is this the source of your temptation Matthew?" Beverley asked moving in front him. Sitting on the edge of her desk, her stocking covered legs extended out between his. Resting her feet underneath his chair she silently pushed her heels off.

"Yes."

"Why Matthew? Obviously, that seems to disagree with you," Beverley said pointing at his tent.

"I'm so, so sorry," Matthew said quickly covering himself.

"It's okay Matthew it's quite natural. God, did gift us with sex when we were cast out of Eden. So it's fine if that gets a little excited," Beverley said salaciously. Her green eyes flashed to the door making sure she had secretly locked it behind her. "So your mother and sister are making sexual advances on you? Well, that too is okay Matthew," Beverley said chuckling at his perplexed look. "Did you think we all got here by some wave of a hand? No. Before the flood there was Adam and Eve and just how do you expect they populated the world. Incest, of course, seeing as how they were the only two humans in the world at the time. Then there was Noah, he too had to partake in incest to repopulate the world after the flood. So don't think this thing that is brewing between you and the women of your family as a bad thing. Think of it as something to make your family stronger. Because if God didn't want incest in the world he would have made more than two people, and would have left more than just Noah's family alive."

"So you're saying I should just let them have what they want?" Matthew asked skeptically.

"No, I'm saying if that..." Beverley said pointing to his hands, "And you want this, then and only then, go for it. I don't see anything wrong with a little family love," she said shrugging her shoulders. "Now, if you like I can help you gain some experience if that's the road you wish to travel down."

"How?" Beverley only smiled wickedly, as she rose off of her desk. Raising the hem of her skirt up and pulling down her panties, her mirth swelled at his bulging eyes as her panties dropped into his lap.

"I'll let you practice eating me so you know how to pleasure a woman," Beverley said hiking up her skirt, spreading her legs so Matthew could get an unobstructed view of her raven hair slit. "If you do I'll suck on that hard cock you're hiding there," Beverley said her tongue ran along her upper lip thinking of what his cock would taste like, "So how about it Matthew do you want to taste a woman?" she asked running her finger through her lips.

"Ms... Beverley should we be doing this here?" Matthew asked mentally crossing himself and hoping that God wouldn't strike him or Beverley down for being so lewd in his house.

"Why not Matthew, if we weren't meant to do this don't you think our holy father wouldn't allow us to be here like this," Beverley moaned sensuously, as she squeezed her left breast while she toyed with her clit. "Come Matthew taste me before I cum!" Tentatively, Matthew eased himself off the seat and down to the floor. His heart raced as his lips neared her sex. "Oh yes! That's it start from the bottom and lick upwards," Beverley cooed as she held Matthew's head against her mound, "Pay extra attention to that pink bud Matthew. It has been awful lonely since I moved here," she said her hand gripping tufts of his hair. How she loved breaking in virgin men. They were always eager to please, and she was determined to experience the man before her. "Yes, yes, yes! Right there! Oh God! Stick that tongue in me Matthew! Yes, make me cum!" Beverley cried out as her womb detonated coating Matthew's face in her hot juices.

"And that my handsome student is how you eat a woman out. Now if you use that on those women. I'm sure they'll beg you to fuck them if they haven't already," Beverley said with a knowing smile. Before she took over the duties as the youth pastor, she had met with every single family that had a child that attended their church. Yet when she came upon Matthew's name, she was shocked, to say the least, that Matthew was the only member of the Williams family to attend their church.

She got to know Nancy and Olivia very well while Matthew was still in Africa. Beverley caught onto the subtle hints the two of them gave off. It wasn't hard for her seeing how she herself came from an incestuous family. She had even joined them when Jake was still in town. How she missed the bliss being in a sexual family could bring. Yet she would be forever denied that when her mother and father had whisked her brother away. Only to watch as their plane was flown into the towers, on that day she lost her true love because her parents couldn't see the bond - a bond that was more than brother and sister. The knock on the door caused their bodies to still. "Yes, who is it?"

"It's me Ms. Edwards. You told me to come by this morning to go over the financials for the upcoming summer camp," the church treasurer said through the locked door.

"One second I'm in a meeting," Beverley said hating the fact she had forgotten about the meeting, "Forgive me, Matthew. It seems I wouldn't be able to take care of that cock of yours, and I was so looking forward to it," she said wrapping her legs around him as Matthew stood before her. "It's a shame you can't experience this," Beverley said wantonly, rubbing her snatch along Matthew's bulge. "Now be a dear and let the treasurer in," she said kissing Matthew passionately grabbing his ass as she did.

Matthew didn't know where to go. He drove most of the day going nowhere in particular. He couldn't return home not when he wanted nothing more than to give into his desires. Yet he had to be better than that. He needed to find a way to make his mother and sister appear less appealing to him. As he sat on the stoop of one of his few friends that hadn't left for an out of town college, Matthew pondered on how he was ever going to face his family again.

"Hey Matt, what are you doing at my house?" Pamela returning from one of her many night classes at the local community college asked as she noticed the bottles of beer that littered her pouch.

"Sorry, it's just I can't go home," Matthew said slurring his words taking another sip of his beer.

"Please, tell me you didn't drive drunk?" Pamela asked worried about her childhood friend. She knew this wasn't like him. She had never seen him so smashed before; nor had she seen him even hint that he liked to imbibed in alcohol.

"Of course not Pamela. I'm drunk I'm not stupid," Matthew said resting his head against the post of the porch. Pamela eyed Matthew she knew she had to call his mother. She wasn't about to allow her friend to drive home, nor could she put him up for the night either.

"Well, you just finish off, however much you have left, and I'll just run up to my room and put my stuff away," Pamela said patting his shoulder. Pulling her phone out of her pocket as soon as the front door closed behind her, she scrolled through her contact list until she came to Olivia's number. The two of them have been friends as long as she and Matthew have been. Although she had stopped hanging around their place when she saw the look Olivia gave her when she hung out in Matthew's room. At the time it sent out so many warning signals in her mind. Yet as the years passed she didn't see that in Olivia anymore. If she had to guess it sort of appeared that Olivia was jealous of her hanging out with her little brother.

"Hello?" Olivia said. Pamela could hear the worry in her voice.

"Hey Olivia it's me, Pam," she said into her phone as she walked down the hall to her room.

"Oh my, hello Pamela, sorry I didn't recognize your number. Hey have you seen my brother he ran out of the house this morning and we haven't heard from him all day?" Olivia asked. Concern about the welfare of her sibling weighed heavily on her mind.

"Yeah, I was calling to tell you that he's currently drunk on the steps of my porch," Pamela said eager to help get Matthew home safely.

"Oh! Don't let him go anywhere we will be right over Pamela!" Pamela could hear Olivia talking to someone in the distance, yet she couldn't make out who it was. "Thank you so much for calling me Pamela. Matthew has had us worried all day about him."

"Sure it's not a problem Olivia. I wasn't about to let him drive off drunk. If I had the room, and if my parents would allow him to stay, I would have offered to let him sleep it off. Yet you know how my parents are even now when I'm in college," Pamela said setting her book bag down onto her bed.

"I know, we do appreciate you calling us. We should be there in say ten minutes just don't let him leave, okay?"

"I had planned on it," Pamela said before hanging up her phone.

"Matthew!" Olivia shouted as she jumped out of the car, "Don't you ever run off like that again," she said crashing into him. Her hot tears streamed down her cheeks as her arms wrapped around his neck. "I thought something had happened to you," Olivia sobbed into his chest.​