Incest/Taboo My Sexy Family

Allyson and I immediately stared at our parents' door and, though it was faint in the low light, I did see the doorknob turn very slowly and then stop, as if someone was trying to be very quiet about closing that door.

Fear gripped me as I quickly pulled my still-hard cock from my little sister's cunt. My prick glistened with a mixture of Allyson's juices and my own. I knew in that one instant that I had taken things too far. The danger that was so intoxicating had turned into a tragedy. Someone had seen us. Who was it? Mom or Dad? What had they seen? How could they have not seen all three of their children fucking each other on their living room sofa? But then, why had they not intervened? Why had they not stopped us? I didn't care. I had to get out of that living room.

"What was that?" Karen whispered as Allyson and I got off of her.

"Mom or Dad," Allyson whispered as she gathered her thong. The fear was very real in her voice.

"Oh shit," Karen breathed. "Let's go to my room."

Asking no questions, I grabbed my jeans. Though I knew it would be safer to go to my own room, I didn't feel like being alone at that moment. Besides, whoever had seen us, hadn't said anything, so I figured any bedroom was probably safe enough.

Karen grabbed her robe, pulled it on, turned off the television, and followed us to her room. Once inside she closed and locked the door.

I considered putting my jeans back on but, instead, tossed them onto her small desk. I was sweating, so I pulled my open shirt off to join it, and sat, nude, on her desk chair. My sisters sat on the side of the bed beside each other.

Allyson, fully clothed but for her thong balled up in her little fist, started crying. She said, "Oh fuck, what are we going to do now?"

Karen put her arm around her. "It'll be okay, Honey."

I took a deep breath. I couldn't believe this was happening. "I'm so sorry. This is all my fault!"

Allyson looked up at me through the tears and said, "How do you figure? I'm the one that started all this."

Dejectedly, I replied, "Not out in the living room, you didn't. I did that."

Karen looked at me, her eyes wide, and said, "So that was your idea?"

"Yeah," I said, "and if I had been able to keep it in my pants we wouldn't be in this mess."

She smiled at me and said, "Pretty damn bold of you, Joe, sticking your dick in my mouth. I might have bitten it off in my sleep."

Allyson chuckled at that, despite her tears.

"I'm so sorry," I said, feeling like such a lowlife creep.

Karen thought about that for a moment and said, "Don't be. That was one of the hottest things that have ever happened to me. Thank you!"

I was stunned. She was thanking me. "But, what about Mom and Dad?"

"What about them? One of them probably saw us," she said matter-of-factly. "The question now is whether they both know. We should be able to tell tomorrow, by how they act, even if they don't say anything."

I thought about it and said, "It had to be Mom. Dad would have killed me."

Allyson, having stopped crying, wiped her tears away with the back of her hand and said, "I don't know. He's very non-confrontational. If he did see us I would think he would have told Mom. But, if he had done that, she'd be banging down my fucking door."

I said, "I still think it must be Mom."

Karen asked, "Hmm... What would Mom have done if she had seen us?"

"Kicked my ass," Allyson said.

I commented, "I don't know. She's always been on your side. Remember earlier tonight? She stood up for you so you could wear that to the concert."

Karen sighed and said, "Well, I think whoever it was got really turned on."

"What?" I asked incredulously.

"It's just like me catching you two. Think about it. Let's say they were disgusted by what they saw. You may think Dad is non-confrontational but I can't remember one time we did anything to you, Ally, that Joe or I didn't get yelled at for. As for Mom, I can just see her shaking her finger at us and telling us to stop it and get back to our rooms."

I nodded. "That sounds right."

"Now let's say that whoever it was watched us through a crack in the door," Karen said.

Allyson, her tears dried up, said, "Yeah, if they had come out, I would have seen them!"

"Me too," I agreed.

"So they watched us and got turned on. They touched themselves as they saw us fucking on the couch."

"Mom?" I asked rhetorically and almost to myself. The thought of our mother rubbing her pussy as she watched me fuck Allyson, her big breasts heaving as she drove herself closer and closer to orgasm while Dad slept in the background, made my cock rise.

"Or Dad," Allyson pointed out. "God, can you picture Dad jacking off as he watched us fuck each other?"

"I wonder if his dick is as big as Joe's," Karen mused.

Could Dad have really stood at the door jacking off as he watched me fuck his little girl? I was skeptical, but I also realized that, despite everything, he was just a man with a man's weaknesses. In that moment I was, for the first time, seeing my parents in a different light than just Mom and Dad. I also realized that my sisters were doing the same thing.

"Either way," Karen continued, "they at least watched as Joe fucked Allyson and came inside of her. At that point, maybe they realized it was too late to stop us. Maybe they came themselves and were too much of a mess to be seen. Maybe they realized we would be able to see their arousal. Maybe they were overcome with guilt at not stopping us earlier. Whatever the reason, they just closed the door."

I thought about that for a while and said, "That makes a hell of a lot of sense, Karen."

"That must be what happened," Allyson agreed.

"Now, whoever-it-was probably thinks that we didn't hear them close the door, so we have that," Karen observed.

"They don't know that we know," I agreed.

We all thought about that for a moment. The image of my Mom, or even Dad, getting off while we fucked each other didn't disturb me like I thought it would. More than that, I actually found the thought thrilling. The fact that they didn't break us up and were probably turned on, made it almost like showing off and I found the exhibitionism exciting.

Allyson said, "Karen, do you see what I fucking see?"

Karen laughed and asked, "What, that Joe has a boner thinking about Mom watching us? Yeah, I see that."

My little sister, in a very sisterly way, demanded, "Joe, come here and let me suck that." It was like when we were younger and she would tell me to give her a piece of my candy.

I chuckled and said, "Or else what? You'll tell Dad?" I asked, referencing her usual threat from way back, as I stood up and took the two steps to stand in front of her.

She wrapped her delicate fingers most of the way around the base of my throbbing shaft and whined, "Daddy, Joe, won't let me suck his dick."

Karen laughed and chimed in with as deep a voice as she could muster, "Boy, share that cock with your sisters, what's wrong with you?"

We all laughed at that because it sounded so much like something he would have said when we were younger. He hadn't said anything like that since we had grown up. My dad was much sterner with me before I had moved away.

Though Allyson laughed, she only waited a moment before she wrapped her lips around the head of my prick and pressed her face forward, taking about five inches of my dick into her mouth, until the head tapped her throat.

Karen, still with a deep voice said, "That's more like it. Now, you be sure to share equally with both of your sisters."

Groaning with pleasure as Allyson dragged her lips up my rod, I said, "Good thing there's plenty to go around."

As my little sister pulled off my dick and pointed it toward her older sisters face, she said, "It still tastes like your cum and my puss."

"Well, I didn't stop to clean up, did you?" I chuckled, loving the camaraderie we shared. It was so similar to how we've always talked to each other, with just the sexual element added. I felt so comfortable with them.

"Let me taste that," Karen demanded as she leaned in and sucked my prick completely into her mouth and down her throat.

"Fuck!" I groaned in pleasure.

"Wow Karen," Allyson said, "How do you fucking do that without choking?"

Karen pulled off, pointed my dick at her little sister's face, and said, "You have to relax your throat. It takes practice."

"I thought since the divorce you haven't had any dates," Allyson said.

"Oh, I use my dildo. I like trying to suck it deep, after I use it on myself, of course. Besides, if I can stay in practice by doing that, then I'll be ready when the real thing does present itself," she explained.

"Ahem," I cleared my throat. "Excuse me, ladies, but the real thing is presenting itself right now and, unless you are trying to get it to go down, you might want to at least give it a little tug."

The both looked up at me and then burst into laughter. Karen grabbed my cock at the base while Allyson grabbed the rest of it, and they stroked it roughly, giggling to each other at the situation. They smiled at each other and kissed as they tugged at my prick.

"That's more like it," I sighed, despite struggling to keep my balance. There was a little pain mixed in with the pleasure at their treatment of my dick, but I didn't mind. It only made my rod that much harder.

They laughed at my comment, breaking their kiss. Allyson said, "This is fun. I love you guys."

Karen smiled at that. Despite the situation of Mom or Dad finding out, we knew that we had each other. She then said to Allyson, "Here, let me show you. Just relax your throat and take it in, like this."

My little sister released my dick as she watched her older sister swallow my entire long hard cock into her face. She said, "Wow, I don't think I'll ever be able to do that. I always gag. You know so much. Karen, I'm curious about something. In the living room you ate my pussy so good that, well, I was wondering where you had learned to do that. That didn't seem to be your first time."

Karen slurped her way up my shaft and off with a popping sound that felt wonderful. She stroked my cock with her fist as she said, "Well, I didn't know much at your age. Rick was my first. Here, try again, but this time, think about how much you love Joe and realize that the deeper you can get it, the better it feels to him."

Allyson took my cock from her sister and slowly sank her lips down my shaft. When it reached the base I felt her throat open around the head and she swallowed me in, her bottom lip brushing my balls.

She had never taken me that deep and I groaned with pleasure. "Oh, Sis, you are amazing."

Allyson pulled off of my dick choking. She coughed for a moment but didn't give up my dick to her sister, sucking it back into her mouth as soon as she was able to compose herself.

"Very good," Karen encouraged. "Anyway, after we were married for a couple years, Rick wanted to try swinging, so I got to try out lots of new things. It was actually pretty cool for a while. That was, of course, before everything fell apart."

Despite the heady thrill of my little sister trying to swallow my dick, I managed to ask, "Did the swinging lead to the divorce?"

Karen shook her head and said, "No, it was other stuff. He can be a real asshole sometimes." She sighed and then, trying to perk herself up, said, "Give me some, Ally, and tell me about how you've learned as much as you have. When did you lose your virginity? I figured, after what happened to me, Mom and Dad would have locked you in your room until you were twenty-one."

Allyson reluctantly gave up my dick to her older sister, who really knew how to suck a dick. I groaned with pleasure. "Yeah, suck that cock," I urged.

"Wow, you are so much better than I am," my little sister told Karen. Then she said, "Let's see, I lost my virginity about four years ago to Tommy White, a boy who lived a few blocks from here. He moved away last year."

"How was it and how the hell did you get away with it?" Karen enquired, taking a very small break from the wonderful sucking she was giving my dick.

Allyson watched her sister intently, like she was watching a baseball game, but still talking about something else. She said, "It was okay. Mom and Dad didn't let me date until I was sixteen, but one day I told Tommy to meet me in the woods after the bus dropped us off. Neither of us knew what we were doing, but it was fun anyway. I didn't really think sex was much of a big deal until I started dating. That's when I realized how much fun it really was."

Karen surrendered my dick to Allyson for a while and said, "I'm surprised they even let you date at sixteen given what happened to me. Well, then again, maybe I shouldn't be surprised, given their lifestyle. They put you on the pill, right?"

Allyson slurped up and off my prick and nodded. She said, "Yeah, they put me on it as soon as I got my first period," before sucking my cock back between her lips.

"You made it out of high school without getting pregnant, so they seem to be relaxing the reins now. You saw how they let you go out dressed like that tonight!" Karen mused.

I was confused. I knew the pleasure of my sisters taking turns sucking my cock and my trying to stay on my feet was making me a little foggy but something Karen had said didn't make sense to me. I asked, "What did you mean 'given their lifestyle'?"

"Oh, you don't know?" Karen asked me, looking up at me quizzically. She thought for a second, trying to decide what she should say. Then she shrugged and revealed, "Mom and Dad used to be swingers."

Allyson pulled completely off my dick, released her grip and sat back on the bed. She looked at her sister and said, "What? No fucking way!"

"That can't be right," I agreed, all thoughts of my blowjob disappearing at that revelation. I sat back down on the chair. I had to.

Karen smiled at both of us and said, "Total way! They were swingers! Mom and Dad are just people, you know."

"Are you sure?" Allyson pressed, still not believing it.

"What, that they're people?" Karen asked with a chuckle.

Allyson was not laughing. She said seriously, "No, that they were swingers!"

"Sorry. Yeah. Pretty sure," Karen nodded. She told Allyson, "Right after you were born, Mom and Dad met this couple, the Jenkins'. I was just a kid, maybe ten or eleven when they started coming around, so I didn't think anything of it. Mom and Dad would send me off to bed early on the Friday or Saturday nights that the Jenkins' would come by to visit. I didn't give it a second thought until several years later, after I married Rick. Somehow we got invited to this swingers' party, when we were really into it, and, who should be there, but the Jenkins'. Well, it took me all of ten seconds to remember that they were the only friends Mom and Dad ever entertained in our home who were still in the house when we went to bed."

"How long did this go on?" Allyson asked incredulously. "Where the fuck was I?"

Karen thought about that and said, "Well, I guess it went on until I was maybe fifteen. I remember because it was a regular thing every week or two for them to come around and about the time I started learning to drive, fifteen and a half, I could suddenly stay up as late as I wanted to every weekend. I thought it was because I was old enough to have earned it, but I remember how odd it was that their friends stopped visiting. Let's see, Joe, you would have been about nine, so that would have made Allyson five years old."

I gasped as something occurred to me. "I remembered them!" I declared. There was a memory from way back that had suddenly rushed to the surface. I told them, "I remember how much I didn't like Mr. Jenkins. I thought he was weird. I also distinctly remember one time complaining to Mom that I didn't trust the guy because he looked at her funny."

Karen smiled and said, "There you go."

Allyson was completely aghast. She said, "You aren't seriously telling me that Mom, our Mom, Sharon Peeler, was fucking this Jenkins guy? And in front of Dad? Or that Dad, our dad, was fucking Mrs. Jenkins? Or both? No fucking way!"

Karen shook her head and said, "Who knows what they were doing? Watching, swapping, same room, different room, foursome, or some other weird shit; whatever they were up to, they were definitely swinging."

Allyson and I were dumbfounded. The thought of my mom and dad fucking this other couple, in whatever way, did nothing to make my cock go down, so it was still as hard as ever, glistening with my sisters' saliva.

My little sister protested, "But they are so religious."

I shook my head. I knew that wasn't true. I said, "Not really. They only started going to church every Sunday after Karen got pregnant. Before that, they only went during the holidays."

Karen chuckled and said to Allyson, "I think they did that for your benefit; so you wouldn't turn out like me. While you didn't get pregnant, like I did, I'd say you're even more sexual than I was at your age."

Allyson got a frown on her face and asked, "What? Are you calling me a slut?"

Karen looked chagrined and said, "Well, I- Um- No, I-"

Allyson giggled and said, "If you could see the look on your face. I'm only fucking my brother and my sister. No, I'm not a slut!"

We all laughed at that.

"So, what do we do now?" I asked.

Karen said, "Let's just lay low and see if we can figure out who saw us and how much trouble we're in. The worst thing they could do is kick us out. I'm looking for a job right now and you two have good jobs, so, worst case, we could all get a place together."

That hadn't occurred to me. It was a good idea. Still, that wasn't my primary concern. I knew Mom and Dad wouldn't call the police on us or anything like that. No, my main worry was that this whole thing could destroy our family. If they kicked us out then they were angry with us and if that occurred, I knew, my family would never be the same. The only hope I could cling to was that whoever had seen us was more aroused than angry. So, maybe if we laid low and didn't get caught again, the issue would just go away. Denial could be a wonderful thing.

The next morning was a Sunday and I procrastinated as long as possible at getting ready for church so I didn't have to look Mom and Dad in the eyes. I put on a blue plaid shirt, blue jeans, and my black boots. Service was at eleven so I didn't emerge from my room until ten-thirty.

The rest of my family was standing in the living room. It sounded like a normal Sunday morning. There was no shouting about how dare we fuck each other, so that was good.

Dad wore his red plaid shirt, black jeans, and black boots. He smiled at me as I entered the living room. He seemed very calm as he stood near the kitchen, ready to get going.

Karen wore a black dress that left her arms and back bare but the hemline was below her knees. She also wore a shawl to cover her arms and back. She was trying to be very conservative and though she stood by Dad, she didn't look at him or anyone. She just stared at the floor.

Allyson wore a white men's dress shirt, blue jeans, and tennis shoes. She was in a discussion with Mom about her attire. She looked terrified and was being very compliant.

Mom wore a dress I had never seen before. It had a little black jacket covering the top, the long sleeves seeming hot to me. The jacket was open in the front enough for me to see a bit of her pale chest, but it was secured across her tits, concealing them from view. The dress fell from beneath the jacket, cinching together at her slim waist and flaring out to a hemline just above her knees. She wore black stockings and black flats below.

I found myself wondering what the dress looked like behind the jacket. I didn't usually have those sorts of thoughts about my own mother, but the recent images I had created in my mind of her standing behind her bedroom door and touching her pussy as I fucked my sisters had me seeing my mother in a different light. That, and the fact that I had just discovered she had been a swinger, really made me see her as a woman that men, besides Dad, would desire. Sure, I had stolen peaks at her cleavage in the past and appreciated her beauty, but envisioning her as a desirable woman, not just 'mom', was relatively new to me.

"Well, how about the pink dress?" Mom asked Allyson.

My little sister shrugged and said, "If you want me to. Whatever."

Dad complained, "She can't change now. We'll be late."

Mom said, "I just want her to look her best."

"As we were just discussing, she's an adult now. She can make her own decisions," Dad declared.

Mom nodded and sighed. "Yes, my children have all grown up. I suppose you're right."

With that, Mom and Dad walked through the kitchen and out the back door.

I looked at my sisters quizzically and they both shrugged. It was a strange exchange and seemed a little too co-incidental to not be related to us being spotted the previous night. Still, it didn't really tell us which one had seen us.

As I drove my truck down the narrow dirty road, my Dad said, "Thanks for letting me borrow your truck."

I laughed at that, having relaxed quite a bit. Church had been uneventful, as was the McDonald's drive thru, the trip back home, and lunch. I said, "I don't think Mom would appreciate us hauling the chickens back in the SUV."

Dad nodded at that and said, "She would have me cleaning chicken shit out of the fucking SUV until nightfall."

I was a bit startled by that. Dad never used profanity around us. I had only heard it on very rare occasions when he'd have an argument with Mom. They got along great and for them to argue at all was a very uncommon occurrence.

"Here it is," he said, pointing to the house off to the side, distracting me from my thoughts.

I pulled into their dirt driveway. There was a green pickup parked there that was even older than mine. I parked beside it and killed the engine.

It was a small house, the white paint peeling from the wood siding across the outside of it. There was a screened-in front porch across the front and, as we got out of my truck, the screen door squeaked open and a heavyset man, shorter but wider than Dad, came out to greet us.

I had replaced my boots with my work boots, but still wore my church clothes, as did Dad. So, we were clean, but not too overdressed, as we walked up to the little house. I was glad I had changed out of my dress boots because of the mud we walked through.

"Jim?" the man asked as we approached.

My dad was named Jamie, but went by Jim with some people. He said, "Bill!" The two men shook hands before he said, "This is my son, Joe."

"Nice to meet you, Joe," Bill said, shaking my hand firmly. Though he was fat his hands were rough. "The chickens are around back," he said as he led us into his house. "Can I get you anything? A beer?"

"That would be great," Dad replied.

Again, Dad never drank. What was going on here? What else did I not know about my parents?

"You want one?" Dad asked me.

Shaking my head, I demurred. "I'm good," I said. I was driving and rarely drank anyway. To find out that Dad liked beer was a revelation to me. He never drank around the house, that I knew of, and never came home drunk. In fact, he spent most of his time around the house when he wasn't at work. So, I surmised, that he very rarely drank any alcohol. So, it was odd.

We followed Bill into his house, first wiping the mud from our boots on the welcome mat. The home had hardwood floors throughout, so that made me worry a bit less about tracking in the mud. We walked through the living room and into the small kitchen where Bill opened the fridge, grabbed two beers, and handed one to Dad.

Bill said, "Sure is fucking hot out there. They say it's going to break a hundred today."

"Wouldn't be fucking surprised," Dad agreed.

"Well, let me show you what I've got," Bill said as he opened the back door and strode outside.

Dad and I followed him.

His huge fenced backyard held several large dogs that were roaming around. They looked friendly enough as they noticed us, came up and sniffed me, and then wandered off. Against the back of his property, a field with cows beyond, sat a large chicken yard. It was covered; shaded from the sun. There was no grass inside, only dirt and chickens. They cackled as we approached.

I didn't know a lot about chickens so I just watched them scratch, peck, and socialize as Dad and Bill discussed what he was looking for and what Bill could provide. I was especially taken with how the chickens lined up and took turns walking through their water trough. I assumed it was to cool their feel but the way the lined up and took turns I found very interesting.

Dad decided to take eight laying hens and one rooster. Bill told him that they would lay fine, maybe better, without a rooster, but a rooster was good for protection in case some animal tried to mess with them. Also, though we had no interest of raising chicks, at present, it was good to have that option in the form of a rooster.

Then Dad asked, "Wouldn't two roosters be better, providing that much more protection?"

Bill nodded and said, "If they get along."

"Like Joe and I get along to protect our hens," he laughed.

Bill laughed at that and said, "Well, roosters can co-exist just fine as long as they grew up together."

Dad said, "Well, then let me get a second rooster to share the load."

It was a strange exchange and I wondered about what Dad had on his mind. He had asked me to look out for Allyson and was now comparing two roosters protecting their hens to him and me protecting the women of our family. What did that mean? Surely, if he had been the one to see us he wouldn't be saying something like that. I would have thought he would have said something about how there was only room for one rooster or something equally territorial instead.

Bill let us borrow a few cages and he asked for our help in rounding up some of the chickens we were to buy. He was a big man and his reflexes were a little slow, so Dad and I did most of the catching.

Between the three of us we had all eight hens and two roosters in the three little cages and ready to transport within five minutes.

Dad paid him and we loaded up my truck, promising to return the cages before nightfall.

On the trip back, I finally couldn't resist asking, "'Protect our hens?'"

Dad chuckled. "Don't let your mom know I said that."

I laughed.

Dad thought for a moment and finally said, "Joe, I know I told you to take care of Allyson and you've done an excellent job. I've seen such a change in her in just the last few weeks. Also, I've seen that you've taken care of Karen in her short time living with us and I'm very grateful."

Grateful? Surely he wouldn't say that if he had spotted us fucking, so it must be Mom, I surmised. Relaxing a bit as I stopped at the intersection of the dirt road with highway 171, I said, "No problem."

"Well, I know that can be stressful, so I hate to ask this," he said.

"Oh?" I prompted. If he was happy with me, I was glad to do anything he asked to keep it that way.

"Well, on the one hand, I'd like to ask you to make sure your mom has your support too. I've seen how close you are with your sisters and it would really make your mom happy if you were close with her, as well," he explained.

"Yeah?" I asked neutrally, trying to figure out where he was coming from as I crossed the highway and turned left to head back toward DeRidder. I pulled into the slow lane, turned my flashers on, and kept my speed down, cognizant of the chickens in the bed of the truck.

"Yeah," he continued. "Basically, if you could do whatever you're doing to be close to your sisters and do the exact same thing with your mother, it would make her very happy."

What the fuck? I knew that there was no fucking way that Dad was the one that had seen us because he would have been basically telling me to fuck my own mother. Of course, the nasty forbidden thought that put in my head, of me laying my mother down and sliding my cock into her cunt, sent my prick stirring.

"On the other hand," he said, "I know that it puts quite a strain on you to look after your sisters as it is and now for with me to add your mother into the mix is just not fair. So, I was thinking that you and I should share the burden."

"Share?" I asked, completely sure that he had no idea what he was really saying to me. I knew that he meant it in the most innocent fashion, but the thoughts he was placing in my mind were just so, well, wrong. And hot.

"Yeah," he said. "I mean, just because I ask you to look after your sister doesn't mean I don't want to be close to her too. That's what I mean by us two roosters, working together, to look after our hens. So, just keep that in mind. Okay?" he said. "I want us all, the whole family, to be as close as you are with Allyson."

"Yes sir," I agreed.

Dad said, "Just call me Dad."

"Okay Dad," I said.

My cock throbbed in my jeans with forbidden thoughts for most of the ride back home. I knew he had no idea what he was really asking and I knew he was just saying it all so innocently. He just wanted us all to be closer. So, that meant, that Mom must have been the one to see us.

I had heard the chime on my phone on the drive home letting me know that I had a text, but I didn't read it. Dad would have pitched a fit if he saw me reading a text while driving, even if we were going slowly down the straight highway. Besides, I didn't want to chance that he might read whatever it said.

I parked in my usual spot at home and hopped out. As we went around to the back of the truck I took the opportunity to quickly read the text I had received. It was from Karen and it read, *It must be Dad.*

I was shocked. How could that be? I had spent time with Dad and concluded it was Mom, while Karen had spent time with Mom and concluded it was Dad.

Dad and I pulled the cages out of the truck and walked them to the chicken yard we had built. It was seven feet tall, thirty feet long, and fifteen feet wide. We had laid chicken wire across the sides and top, leaving the bottom exposed. Dad had built a ramp for the chickens to walk up to their elevated and enclosed coop. Beside the full-sized entry door, there were also two small doors that opened into the coop from the outside so we could, hopefully, collect the eggs.

We released the chickens into their yard, made sure they had enough feed and water, and watched them look around for a while. There was grass under their feet and, as they started pecking at it, I knew it wouldn't be long before all that was gone. It was a nice distraction from my troubles.

We all walked into Double-D's together.

Double-D's, though it sounded dirty, was just a regular steakhouse restaurant. It had a bar and pretty waitresses, but they weren't scantily clad or anything. There were lots of tables and booths all throughout the large dimly-lit restaurant, with lots of peanut hulls littering the floor.

Rick still had the twins. He had called Karen and told her that he would bring them back in a few hours, so it was just the five of us. Mom and Dad had decided to treat us to a nice dinner.

Everyone wore the same outfit they had worn to church; Mom's black dress and jacket, Allyson's white dress shirt and jeans, Karen's black dress and shawl, Dad's red plaid shirt, and I had put my nice boots back on, leaving the muddy work boots at home.

Dad asked for the room at the back and the waitress led us to a room off the main room that held several small tables. Two of them had been placed together by the previous dinners. It was more private than any other area of the restaurant.

Allyson, Karen, and I glanced at each other like we were marching off to our last meal. Not twenty-four hours prior, one of our parents had seen us all fucking each other and now we were being led, like lambs to the slaughter, to a secluded area of the restaurant where we would sit and talk as we ate, instead of scattering with our McDonald's meals as we had done earlier that day. Maybe we were just being paranoid.

A typical table held four so we put two of them together and made a longer table with six seats. Dad and I took the seats at either end, Mom took a seat on Dad's end, to his right, while my sisters sat on either side of me, Allyson to my right and Karen to my left, beside Mom.

The waitress handed us our menus and asked if she could get us a drink. Dad asked for a Heineken and Mom asked for a Strawberry Daiquiri.

My sisters looked at me surprised. None of us had seen Mom ever order any alcoholic beverage. I wasn't as surprised, given my recent interactions with Dad.

I took a deep breath and told the waitress, "I'll have a Heiniken, too." I was an adult, after all, and if my parents, for whatever reason, wanted to start treating me like one, I was going to go with it.

Allyson smiled and told the waitress, "I'll have a Pina Colada."

The waitress furrowed her brow at that and Mom said, "You have to be twenty-one, Hon."

My little sister shrugged and said, "Coke."

Karen smiled at Allyson and then said to the waitress, "I'll have a Pina Colada."

After the waitress left to get the drinks Karen told her little sister, "I'll let you have some of mine."

I watched Mom out of the corner of my eye. I could see she wanted to say something but, in the end, she didn't say a word. I was very surprised, frankly.

Dad said, "Karen, Joe, Allyson, I'd like to say something."

Allyson tensed and she looked like she was about to cry. Karen took a deep breath, bracing herself. I knew Dad couldn't be the one who had seen us, so I wasn't as worried, but was more curious.

"Yeah?" I asked. "What's on your mind?"

"Well," he began, "Your mother and I have been discussing a few things we'd like to talk to you about."

Okay, so that was when I got really worried. Surely, whether it was Mom or Dad who knew what had been going on, if they had been talking, well, it couldn't be good. I just knew the shit was about to hit the fan.

Mom said, "You kids have been such a blessing to us."

Dad nodded. He said, "We think that maybe we need to give you a bit more freedom."

More freedom? What the fuck? I was totally confused.

Mom said, "You are all adults now."

Dad nodded again and said, "We need to learn to stop treating you like children."

"You will always be our children," Mom said.

"Yes," Dad continued. "But we need to stop trying to parent you when, one of you, has kids of her own. You're all out of high school, eighteen years old, and able to live your own lives."

Allyson asked, "Are you asking us to leave?"

Mom smiled and said, "No, Sweetheart." She put her hand over her youngest daughter's and said, "Just the opposite. We want you to feel comfortable in our home and we want you to stay."

Dad said, "Yes, we aren't charging you rent, but we do expect a bit of help around the house, like we do now. But we also realize that our relationship should change."

Mom added, "Yes, you still have all of our support and we'll give you our advice if you ask us, but we don't want you to feel that you need to move out to have your freedom."

Dad concluded, "You can have all of the freedom you need and still be safely at home. We want what's best for you and we feel that's being home with us."

I was shocked. Not only where they not telling us to get out, they were asking us to stay. How was it possible that one of them saw us and they could still say this to us? This new relationship they were talking about explained the swearing and the drinking in front of us, but it didn't really make sense from the position of one of them seeing us fucking each other. They should be trying to separate us or put new rules in place, not removing rules and giving us more freedom.

Karen asked, "So the drinks-?"

Mom nodded and said, "We tried not to drink or swear in front of you guys. We needed to set a good example. You know all about that now, don't you, dear?"

Karen smiled and nodded.

Dad said to her, "Your mother tells me that you're planning to look for a new job?"

"First thing Monday morning," she said with a nod.

"Do you need any help from me or Joe?" he asked.

"It will be in the mornings and early afternoons. I'll have to bring the kids with me, since everyone will be at work," she said.

"Yeah, I'll be working," Dad said with a frown. "I don't get off until 3:30."

"I get off at two," I told her.

"Thanks anyway," she said.
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