"So what's going to happen?" Jessica asked after they parked in his driveway.

"I'm not sure," Trent lied. He knew what was going to happen, and he thought she did, too. It was like the decision had been made for him, like it was just forgone, a thing that was going to happen no matter what. But what really kept him calm was how he was reacting to it: he felt relieved. Because he wanted to do this, and this feeling of inevitability felt like...permission.

"So what are we doing then?" she asked.

"Talking with my...inner circle," he replied, and got out.

He was definitely sober as he walked in through the front door.

"Hey, how'd it go?" Bea asked. "You've got a look on your face."

"My father ripped up and pissed all over her clothes," Trent replied.

Bea looked to Jessica, who nodded. "Yep, hand to bible. The hotel people had already thrown it in the dumpster. I had like a book and a sock, that's all they saved. So, whoopee."

"Holy fuck, your dad is nuts!" Molly cried.

"Yep," Trent said. "Now, uh, we need to have a house meeting."

"Gee, what's this gonna be about?" Ann murmured as she settled a little deeper into the recliner.

Trent sighed and pulled out his phone. He quickly texted Candy and asked if she was free, then put it back in his pocket and faced his three lovers. Well, four. Well...three and a half? Was Molly his lover? She did love him, but you could love someone without being their lover. She'd said she was going to fuck him…

"All right. Um. So." He sighed and shook his head. They all stared at him with varying levels of amusement. "Okay, so let's just put the cards on the table. I want-" He hesitated and looked around. "No one else is here, right?"

"Correct," Bea replied.

"Nothing's recording, right?" he asked. "Mae?"

"No, all my shit is off. Gee, you're paranoid...although that actually makes a lot of sense. We're secure, babe."

"Okay, good. So, cards on the table: I want to bang my little sister, and she wants me to do so. I'm convinced that she's clear of STIs and can't get pregnant. So...we could do this safely. I need to know if there's any thoughts or objections."

"No objections," Mae said immediately.

Bea snorted. "Well someone's eager to see live incest," she murmured. "Oh. Well, I guess we should ask if we can watch. And no objections or thoughts. Bang away at your little sister's pussy."

"Please, do," Jessica murmured. "And you guys can watch."

"It is so weird to see you like this towards me," Trent groaned.

"But arousing," Molly said.

He sighed. "Yes, and arousing. Weird but arousing. So, Ann? Molly?"

"Obviously I'm fine with it. I would like to know if this is a one-time thing or…?" Ann asked.

"Um…" He looked at Jessica. She just smiled sweetly back at him. "I think we're gonna fuck and then see where it goes from there. I mean, she's not moving in."

"I don't think I'm going to dislike it," Jessica said when they looked at her. "And I know he isn't going to dislike it."

"You are so fucking full of yourself," he muttered.

"Sure," she replied, rolling her eyes, "and now that I'm, uh...I mean, ideally if we part as, you know, friends, I'd like to visit sometimes, hang out...hook up? Although I guess not if I have a boyfriend. Or, well, a boyfriend who isn't cool with it."

"You are going to have a tough time finding a boyfriend who's cool with you getting fucking railed by your actual brother," Trent replied.

"You'd be surprised," she said with a shrug.

"Whatever. Molly?"

"Yeah, I'm fine with this. Incest is hot. I'd fuck you if you were my sister," Molly replied.

"I appreciate that, and dear God are you beautiful...in a very hetero way. Just so you don't think I'm leading you on. Just...goodness. Every time I see you again it's like seeing you for the first time...sorry. I'm just-don't let me interrupt," she mumbled.

He laughed. "She's not used to be intimidated by women."

"Oh shut up," Jessica snapped.

"We're all in agreement," Bea said. "So what now?"

"Now…" He paused as his phone buzzed. He pulled it out and checked it. Candy had responded that she was indeed free and at home. "Now, I need to go have a conversation with Candy about this. And I guess Claire. I will be right back."

"Why my mom?" Mae asked.

"It's...complicated. I just want her perspective on this."

"Well, I mean, she has been a freak for longer than most of us have been alive," Bea murmured.

"Ew," Mae muttered, then laughed.

"Just...everyone stay, I'll be right back," Trent said, and headed out the back door. He crossed the yards and Candy's backdoor opened as he approached. She looked concerned.

"How are you doing, sweetie?" she asked.

"Um...better," Trent replied, coming in.

She closed the door behind him. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. I need your advice on a different subject. A, um, an ultra top secret subject."

"I see. Well, come up to my bedroom then," she replied.

He followed her upstairs. He saw the door to Claire's room was ajar and he could hear some Linkin Park coming out.

"You want her to go? She can step outside for a moment," Candy murmured when she saw him looking.

"No, it's fine, I need to talk with her about it, too. I just need your opinion first," he replied. She nodded and led him into her bedroom. The bedroom he'd fucked her in a few times now. God, that was still so crazy to him. Candy closed the door firmly and then looked at him patiently. "Okay, so...I'll just get right to it: I want to bang my sister, and she wants me to. And we're probably going to do it. And I want to know if there's any...pitfalls I haven't thought of."

"Oh my, I can see why you wanted this to be private...I assume the girls know?" He nodded. "And they're cool with it?" He nodded again. "I also assume you've covered STDs and pregnancy?"

"We have."

"Okay. Have you considered how it might affect you, emotionally, psychologically?"

"I have. Honestly, I've thought about it off and on for awhile now. After everything that happened, and now that the dust is really settling...I feel pretty good about it. I'm fairly confident I can do it and not freak out or regret it or anything. And she seems extremely confident of the same thing," he replied.

"Hmm. Well...my instincts are telling me this should be fine, but I do want to caution you. This is crossing the Rubicon, Trent."

"The what?" he asked, sure he'd heard that before but suddenly unsure of what it might have meant.

"It's a river from ancient Greece, or thereabouts. It means you can't go back. You can't unfuck your sister, Trent. Once you do it, it's done for the rest of your lives. So you'd better be very sure that you both want this. If you both really, truly want it, and you believe neither will regret it, then you should do it."

He nodded, relieved. "Thank you. I wanted your perspective on it, to make sure I wasn't missing something. Also, uh, Mae's first therapy session went well. She was a little disappointed. Underwhelmed. But she's scheduled for more."

Candy smiled broadly and hugged him suddenly. "I love you, Trent," she murmured. "I can't tell you how much it means to me that you're helping her like this. Really, truly, honestly. From the bottom of my heart. I could not have asked for a better partner for my daughter."

"Probably could've asked for a less horny one who was satisfied with one woman," he muttered.

"Trent," she said reproachfully, pulling back and looking at him, "you know that isn't true. Mae is my daughter. You know what I'm like. She's so much like me. I'm sure she's a freak. I know she's happy Ann is involved with the two of you, and now Molly. Mae has a lot of love to give, so much of it, she's overflowing with it. And same for you. You are perfect for each other. Now, is there anything else?"

"No, that's it," he replied.

"Okay, then. I have a question now."

"Is the question: can I watch you rail your sister?" She smiled and nodded. "You know Mae's gonna be there, right?"

"I'm positive that we can find a compromise, dear. I'll be over in about ten minutes. Don't start without me!"

"I didn't say yes!" he cried, laughing.

"Yes, you did. With your expression. But if it will make you feel better…"

He sighed. "Yes, you can watch, provided Jess is cool with it. Which she should be. I mean she already said yes to everyone else." He looked up. "I gotta talk with Claire."

"Yep, go on, dear."

He nodded and headed upstairs. He didn't even get a chance to knock on the door before she pulled it open. "What's happening?" she asked.

"Did you hear any of that?" he replied.

"I heard...something about your sister."

He snorted. "Right. So, um, I'm going to fuck my sister." He paused, laughed. "There's a sentence I never thought I'd say. Are you okay with this and if so, do you want to watch?"

"Absolutely yes and absolutely yes," she replied immediately.

"How the fuck did we get so many people who are into incest all in one group?" he asked.

"I think more people are into it than you'd think. Is this happening now?"

"Yeah. Come on."

She grinned and followed him back downstairs, outside, and across the yards. He heard conversation as he drew closer and got a little worried. He opened up the backdoor and found Ann looking at him from the hallway, a big smile on her face.

"Yep, he's here," she said. "You have a very friendly visitor."

"Who?" he asked, walking in, genuinely wracking his brain. Wait, someone was coming to see him, but...fuck. He'd forgotten in all the chaos. He stepped into the living room and there was Tabby, waiting for him with a big smile on her face. She walked up to him and hugged him tightly. "Tabby...hi. Holy shit. You're here."

She laughed softly. "Hello, Trent. Yes, I'm here to give you ass. And apparently meet your sister and...watch you fuck her?"

"Yes. Um. Hopefully this won't be a problem in our, uh, relationship…"

"Oh, Trent, no. I'm a freak, you know that. I can take or leave incest, but I must admit I am curious to see it performed live, and truthfully. Plus, your sister is very hot. And so are you. Also, are you okay?"

"I'm...mostly better," he replied. "Um, I think. Maybe. I'm still sorting it out."

"Of course." She smiled and stepped up to him and gave him a long hug and a longer kiss. He found his hands magnetized to her fantastically thick ass.

Tabby pulled back just a little and smiled broadly, staring into his eyes.

"Holy shit, this is your boss?" Jessica murmured.

They both looked at her and then laughed.

"Yep," Tabby said.

"She is a really cool boss," Trent said. "Now, um...I'm so horny and I'm having trouble thinking straight now that I'm back around you."

Jessica regained that overly confident smirk that only a little sister fucking with her big brother can possible get and walked right up to him. She put her hands behind her back and stood up straight, staring directly into his eyes.

"I have been told, by several of your lovers, that you have a tendency to sweep them off their feet, carry them to bed, and fuck the shit out of them. And I would like this treatment."

Trent stared at her for a long moment, then looked around at the others, then broke into his own broad, probably overconfident grin. Jessica let out a startled shriek as he swept her off her feet, then began giggling uncontrollably as he carried her upstairs. The procession of women that followed hastily after him seemed unreal.

He carried Jess up to the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed, where she landed, bounced, and let out a shriek-laugh.

"Take your clothes off," he said as he took off his t-shirt.

"Why don't you make me?" she replied, smirking at him worse than ever.

"I will actually spank you."

"Oh fucking prove it."

She gasped as he stripped her in fifteen seconds flat, then sat down on the edge of the bed, grasped and maneuvered her now naked body into his lap so that she laid on her stomach on it. She cried out as he slapped her ass, hard.

"Trent!" she cried, squirming.

"Shut up!" he snapped, and slapped her ass again.

"Trent! You can't do this!" she cried, her embarrassment plain and immense.

"I apparently can you fucking bratty little bitch," he replied and kept spanking her. "Your ass has gotten so fucking fat, you little slut!"

"Trent! I will kill you!" she shrieked.

She let out another loud cry as he gave her ass one last, very hard slap, then he put her onto the bed and pushed her shoulders down into the mattress, holding himself above her, staring down into her wide, shocked, and immensely aroused eyes.

"We don't bluff around here, little sister," he murmured. "I have met, fucked, and dominated several brats since parting ways with you. I know how to put them in their place with ease. Now, little sister, this is important: I'm actually going to fuck you, okay? If you don't stop me, I will seriously put my dick inside of you, without protection, and fuck your pussy until I cream in it. Seriously. This isn't a joke."

"I know," she breathed, staring up at him. "I know. I want it. I really do."

"Good." He kissed her.

It was unlike any other kiss he had experienced, except for perhaps the awkward kissing he'd enjoyed while experimenting with his cousin so long ago. It brought with it a juggernaut mainline of excited, terrified lust, a marvelous thrill that felt both freeing and wildly dangerous. Jessica moaned into the kiss as their lips met. He felt her hands on his body as the passion pulsed between them. He opened her mouth and slipped his tongue in and she moaned louder, pulling him down against herself. And oh fuck now her perfect, perky tits were pressed against him and they were both naked and he was actually making out with his sister and their tongues were touching and he tasted her in a way he never had before…

Trent came up for air a moment later, feeling overwhelmed.

"Oh," Jessica said, fanning herself. "Oh wow. Oh man. Oh. That was-I didn't realize it was going to be that fucking hot. Oh shit."

"Uh...yeah," he managed.

For a moment he was so overwhelmed by lust and desire that he wondered if perhaps he should slow down, or even stop, but at the same time he knew that wasn't an option. Basically, only Jessica herself or any of the women in his room would have to stop him, because if he had permission, it was like he said: he was all in.

He felt Jessica's hand between them suddenly and grasping his erection. She began shifting to aim it at herself.

"Wait," he said, "what about oral?"

"No," she replied, and there was almost a manic edge in her eyes, "I want it now, Trent! Ugh! How can you possibly be thinking of anything but just fucking TEARING MY PUSSY UP!? I know you're as fucking horny as I am right now-ah!" she cried as he penetrated her.

She was right, he was that horny.

Trent often imagined he was slowly fading out of reality as he became lost in the sex he had with the others, but this time he really did get lost.

Being inside of his actual sister was not like it was with any other woman he had ever made love with. He also realized, on a cellular level, in that exact moment, that Candy was right: this was crossing the Rubicon, there was no undoing this.

However, as stared into her eyes with something like shock and she stared back with much the same, he began to make love to her and he found that the Rubicon didn't matter.

Because this sex was like doing drugs while already on drugs.

Almost immediately they were both panting and Jessica was like a woman possessed. She wasn't just moaning and groaning, she was growling, she letting out panted half-shouts as he thrust deeper into her. She grasped at him and he grasped at her, both holding each other tightly while fucking furiously, almost like they were trying to find some way to fuck more in some way they could not say, only knew. Jessica orgasmed almost immediately, and then did so again fifteen seconds after she'd finished.

Trent held on to his own orgasm, fighting for his life, but some part of him knew going in that this wasn't going to last long.

He wasn't sure how long he hammered away at her sweet, amazing, hot, fucking WET pussy, but while it couldn't have been for longer than sixty seconds, it was a timeless moment that stretched on and on and on and…

"OH FUCK JESSICA!" he screamed and started cumming in her.

She let out a shriek and wrapped her legs tightly around his midsection, holding onto him, digging her claws into his back while screaming incoherently and starting to orgasm yet again. It was beyond perfect.

For just a moment, his orgasm felt eternal.

And then it was over, and he was fading back into reality, atop and inside of his sister, forehead pressed against hers, staring into her eyes.

After a moment, he pulled out of her and rolled over onto his back.

Still panting heavily, he said, "We should not do that more than once or twice a year."

"...yeah," she whispered.

At some point it dawned him on him that no one was making any sounds. He sat up suddenly, wondering if perhaps something had gone wrong during the sex, or, most terrifying, if everyone had suddenly decided this was a very bad thing.

He found a sea faces with wide eyes staring at him and Jessica. He looked around slowly, then realized Bea was standing weird, kind of leaning, and her pants were wet.

"Did…" He looked down, then up, "did you-"

"Yes," Bea whispered. "I...shifted a little, and apparently that was enough to just...make me orgasm."

"I just touched myself," Molly said, and he looked at her and saw she had her hand down her shorts, which were also dark and wet.

"Um...wow. Okay. Um. So that was a lot, but...how we feeling?" he asked, chuckling awkwardly.

"I want to see it again," Candy said, her voice muffled.

He looked around. "Wait, where the fuck-"

The closet door, which was almost all the way closed, opened up and she stepped out.

"Um…" He looked around again, then at Jessica, who still looked a little shellshocked. He wasn't even sure she realized they were talking. He sighed. "We need to take a shower. And I...need to unpack all this. Come on, Jess."

"What? Oh...right. Yeah," she murmured.

"I think you fucked her brains out," Mae said, and Molly and Ann both immediately snorted and started laughing.

"I think it was mutual," Bea murmured.

"It was," Trent said. He stood up, wobbled a bit, then began making for the door. He made it about halfway across the room before realizing Jessica hadn't moved an inch. He sighed, walked back, grabbed her hand, and pulled her up. "Come on."

"Coming," she replied quietly, a faint grin on her face.

A minute later, they were together in a hot shower.

"I think I finally know why this was a stupid idea," Jessica said eventually.

"Why?" Trent asked, feeling a bucket of cold fear splash across him.

"I will never have sex better than the sex we just had."

He felt himself relax. "Oh." He prepared to say something self-depreciating, but he realized she might actually had a point.

That.

Sex.

Hit.

Different.

And his thoughts were so smashed up and confused that he realized he'd already come to the same conclusion while laying there beside her.

"Yeah...that's why we shouldn't do it more than once a year. Twice at most."

"Three times at most," she murmured.

"No," he said firmly. "This is exactly why two is the max. We are going to get addicted, and neither of us can afford that."

She came out of her daze a little and actually focused on him. "We are going to fuck again, right?"

"Yes, but not during this visit. It's...we need to let things settle. Okay?...okay?" he pressed when she didn't say anything.

"...yeah," she said, then sighed heavily. "I want more."

"So do I."

"Yeah but you're going to get more!"

"Oh. Yeah. That's fair."

"Whatever, you're right, and I should probably leave today. Cool as your girlfriends are...I think they also picked up on just how mind-blowing that sex was for us, and they might be a little resentful that I probably fucked you better than them."

"...maybe," he admitted. "But it wasn't because of anything you did, it was just who you are."

"I know. And they will too...with their brains. Their emotions, though? It might take a minute to catch up."

"That's also fair." He sighed. "Shit. I can take you to the airport, if you want."

"No, I'm going to just call an Uber. It'll be expensive but whatever. I need to think."

"Me too…" They switched places and she began cleaning up. He stared at her as something came to him. "Jessica?"

"Yeah?"

"...I know the answer to the question. Yes, I do still love you."

She stopped cleaning and stared at him, standing rigid, almost like she was afraid, and perhaps she was, that it somehow wasn't real, but the moment passed and she hugged him tightly. He wrapped his arms around her. After a moment he realized she was crying softly.

"You okay?"

"Yes," she said softly. "I just...with everything that's happened over the past few days, and the fact that I've basically burned all my bridges with mom and dad and Brad...I mean, I already hated them, but I had stuff at home and dad's probably going to destroy it."

"Oh. Fuck."

"It's fine, I got everything I really give a shit about out when I went to college."

"That's good-oh fuck. College. Oh man, dad's going to cut you off-"

"Trent, come on."

"What?"

"We're well past that. He 'helped me' a little the first year, but then just had to stop because it was time to tighten the belt because bills are higher. Which, you know what that really translates to."

"Yeah, his coke is higher. Or whatever poor prostitute he's paying is charging more," Trent muttered.

"Exactly. It was obvious to me even during the last year of high school that I was going to have to figure this shit out on my own. So that's why I was always asking for money for bullshit. I was taking money from him to buy 'makeup' or 'gas' or whatever the hell else I could think of and just stuffing it into a private account. Well, first into a secret place in my room but then later an account that I opened the day I turned eighteen...why are you looking all surprised at me? I'm not stupid, Trent."

He blinked, then shook his head. "Sorry, I'm not-" he sighed, "look, we had a really bad relationship, Jess, and besides the fact that you tend to think bad things about people who are mean to you, you also spent all of high school acting like a fucking airheaded ditz."

"I did not!" she snapped.

"I once watched your struggle with a zipper on your hoodie and then beg your stupid fucking boyfriend to do it for you in the most fucking exaggerated 'but I can't do it!' way."

"I just wanted him to do something nice for me!"

"Exactly my point! You were fucking acting like an airheaded ditz."

She stared at him with her arms crossed, suddenly annoyed, and it honestly shocked him how easy it was to fall into brother-sister bickering over nothing.

Suddenly, her expression changed to a smirk. "Were you ever jealous of my boyfriends?"

"Oh shut up," he replied.

"I mean it! Were you!?...you were! But Trent, I'm your sister," she whispered.

He sighed and groaned. "This is your fault!" he cried suddenly.

"What? What's my fault?"

"You're the fucking reason I like brats so much! You little fucking whore!"

She giggled with a sudden and maniacal edge that reminded him worryingly of Mae. "Whatever will you do with me?"

"Okay, okay, Jess, you have to stop," he said, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Seriously, we can't fuck again. Not yet. And that's where this is going."

"Is it?" she murmured. "Is that what you do anytime on your bratty girlfriends gives you shit?"

"Yes, actually, and fiancees. For the record."

"Oh yes, your 'fiancees', sorry, big brother." She lost her smile suddenly. "For real, though, sorry. You're right, I did act stupid and I was mean to you and that makes a lot of sense why you'd think what you think...I love you, too. I mean, you already knew that, but I wanted to say it."

"It's good to hear," he replied, sliding his hands down her arms and taking her hands. "I think you and I are going to be okay with each other. I mean, it'll be weird for a bit, but I think we'll be okay."

"That's such a relief," she said.

He began to respond, but his eyes were drawn down to her wet, nude body and he groaned. "Why are you so fucking hot?!" he complained.

She laughed and grinned broadly. "Just lucky, I guess. You're pretty fucking hot, too. But that's pretty obvious, given all the hot women you've got bouncing on your dick."

"I mean...it's not that simple. But thanks."

"I think it's gonna take me a little bit to emotionally and mentally sort through all of this but...everything aside, I am really glad to see that you're so happy."

"Thanks. And same. At least, you seem happy with your life."

"I am. I mean, it's busy as shit in general, but I'll make it through college and things will calm down."

He nodded and they lapsed back into silence as they kept washing up.