Flame Trees
After heartbreak, a brother and sister fall in love.
A/N -- Hello again. So I'll be honest from the outset. When I started writing this story, the only thing I'd decided was the eventual setting (the reason this is called 'Flame Trees') and the premise of why they ended up there. As to who would end up with who, I only decided when it actually came to it. Who would the MC end up with?

Guess you'll just have to read and find out...

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Rising early as always, I tiptoed around the house so I didn't wake my wife. A quick breakfast with coffee, then a shower so I would at least walk out into the summer heat feeling somewhat refreshed, knowing I was going to be dripping with sweat within minutes as always. Dressing in the spare room, I only had to grab my bag, keys and sunnies before leaving for work, sneaking back into our bedroom to kiss my wife goodbye.

"Love you," she whispered sleepily.

"Love you more. See you tonight," I whispered back.

I'd left school at 16 to become what Australians called a 'tradie', or tradesman if you want the full term. I had no interest in going to university, so sought out and found an apprenticeship with a reputable company. I had to decide at a young age what path to follow, and I figured people would always be wanting people to redecorate rooms and even entire houses, so worked at becoming a fully-fledged painter and decorator, with a side-gig in carpentry, in case prospective clients wanted a little work done at the same time.

At the same age, I'd started dating my future wife while I was in my last year at school. Hayley. We'd known each other since starting high school at the same time, and had always been friendly, but I think we must have nursed crushes, as when I did finally ask her out, her first response was a broad grin and an exclamation of "Finally!"

During that last year at school, for myself at least, we were almost inseparable, at least outside of the classroom. We were already working part-time jobs at the same time, while I played sport on a Saturday, so the only day we really had together was on a Sunday. But we made sure that Sunday was always free, or as best we could. Sometimes there were family events we just couldn't get out of, but more often than not, we'd enjoy a date on a Sunday.

I left school and started working almost immediately at the end of the year while Hayley wanted to keep studying and go to university for future studies, aware of what profession she wanted to pursue. She certainly had my support as she was far more intelligent than I was. Apprentices were not exactly paid well, but I certainly made enough to pay my parents rent, put away a little more in savings for the future, while I could also take Hayley out for what I thought were 'better' dates. I didn't splash cash, certainly couldn't afford that, but I was able to do a little more for the both of us.

My apprenticeship lasted two years before I was taken on as a full-time employee, and while I might not have wanted to go onto further study, I did take part-time college courses as I figured having other certifications, within the same or similar fields, could only be a good thing. Once I hit full-time work, and my sister had finished high school herself, my parents divorced.

I knew they hadn't been happy for years. Surprisingly, Mum was the one to leave the family home, stating she was going to return to her home town a few hours north, and that her children would be more than welcome to join her, though she understood opportunities up north were less than where we lived now. My sister was still studying, while my job was leading places, but we both assured her we'd travel north as often as possible to see her. She was upset, of course, but we were now old enough to understand, and knew she had to put her own happiness first now that we were both adults.

My father wasn't sad to see her go, the divorce pretty much uncontested, and despite the fact they were no longer in love, it wasn't a bitter divorce. They'd simply fallen out of love, stayed together until we were old enough, then they split apart. Wasn't the first time I'd heard it done, wouldn't be the last.

With Mum leaving, Dad didn't want to keep the large house so put it on the market, wanting to downsize to little more than an apartment, as the house was worth considerably more thanks to the booming housing market. That left my sister and I with a problem as he was going to be downsizing considerably. He sat me down one evening and pretty much said I'd have to move out of home, my sister remaining since she was at university and couldn't afford to live away from home. Wasn't particularly what I wanted to hear, but at least he gave me time to put things together.

Then Hayley came up with an idea, meeting me for coffee the day after my father dumped that revelation on me. I move in with her and her parents until she finished university, then we'd marry and move in together. She realised what she'd said and blushed. I took her hand and suggested I might just have to look for a ring, considering we had been dating for three years by then.

I waited until she'd graduated university before proposing. She naturally said yes straight away, and considering she knew it was coming, it wasn't a real surprise she'd been planning our wedding for quite a while. The surprise to me was that she didn't want something big. "All your savings are for a house or apartment, Mark. A wedding is one day of our lives. Our home will be for life."

We married less than six months after I proposed, and six months after that, moved into our own apartment. By the time I was 25, I was making fantastic money and even looking at starting up my own company. I enjoyed working where I did, but the idea of being my own boss was appealing, and with everything online nowadays, I knew I'd left plenty of satisfied customers that would open up plenty of work.

Hayley was happy in her job but was thinking about returning to university as a mature student to add to her previous qualifications. We sat down, did the sums, and figured we could afford it over a couple of years until she returned to the workforce. The only thing we couldn't afford was a child, but she was careful with her birth control, and we'd had no concerns in all the years we'd been having sex, so just hoped that would remain.

I left work for that morning in a good mood. I had a beautiful wife, our own apartment I'd spent years decorating while my wife added her personal touches. We had all the material things people liked to buy. But my wife and I were still very much in love. She was back at university, studying a field she'd always been interested in, and knew there would be jobs upon graduating a second time. Once she was back at work, we agreed to start trying for a family once we hit 30. One or two kids at most, but we agreed we both wanted them.

I just had no idea leaving that morning... everything I'd done since I was 16 would come crashing down.

It was another baking hot day as I drove to the office. I'd finished the last job I had on my calendar the previous day, and hadn't received anything from the boss, so figured it would be a day in the warehouse, getting things ready, or I'd be sent off somewhere to start preparing for a new job. Instead, I was greeted with news that work was quiet, possibly due to the approaching end of year holidays', so I'd only have to do a half to two-thirds of a day before clocking off.

Leaving early, I figured I'd surprise the wife by picking her up and taking her out for a coffee or something then spending the late afternoon together before dinner, as I knew when she had classes and lectures. She took public transport to university, so at least she'd have a lift home as well. I always felt out of place whenever I end up at her university, considering I generally wandered around in paint-stained clothing, blue-collar to the extreme, but everyone was always friendly, and no surprise my wife had friends everywhere. Pointed in the direction of an office, someone who knew her suggested she was currently speaking with one of her professors.

What I found happening in that office changed everything in a matter of seconds. She didn't see me at first. Whether he did, I wasn't sure. But there was no missing the fact he was fucking my wife. The fact he had the audacity to keep the door ajar while doing so was rather brazen from both of them. My feet felt like they were in concrete. I simply couldn't move. Part of me wanted to burst in and beat the shit out of him. But I'd never been a violent person, except when on the rugby field.

I took a deep breath and stepped into the room. He looked up rather startled while she turned and saw me. Her eyes widened in fear, surprise, and I'm sure plenty of other emotions before the tears formed immediately. "I mean, if you're going to cheat on me, Hayley, I would have thought it would be someone at least physically better looking." I gestured at him. "I mean, really? Him?"

"I'll have you know..." he started to say.

"Mate, I would suggest you shut your fucking mouth right now, considering I've just walked in here to find you fucking my wife."

His eyes widened as he glared at her. "What? You said you were..."

"Looks like we've both been played for fools. So, Hayley, I'm sure you're going to try and justify yourself," I continued, watching as she slid off the desk and started to straighten out her clothing, "But I'm not interested. Guess those vows we gave each other meant nothing."

I turned and walked out of the office. A few seconds later, I heard her calling my name, chasing after me. I was almost at my ute when she grabbed my wrist. As I said, I wasn't a violent man, but I did not want her touching me, certainly not after what I'd just witnessed, shaking her off and turning to glare at her. That made her take a step back. She'd probably never seen hate in my eyes before. "I won't be home tonight.".

"Wait. Please, Mark, we can talk about this."

"Talk about what, Hayley?"

"He meant nothing."

"But you still wanted his cock inside you. Suggests to me he meant something, or my wife is a whore." She raised her hand at that, ready to slap me. I smiled at her. "Add a domestic violence charge, Hayley. That'll work in your favour."

I turned and slid behind the wheel of my ute. She came to the passenger door but I made sure that was locked before I reversed out of the parking space. She came around to the driver's window. I lowered it enough. "Please," she said, crocodile tears rolling down her cheeks, "Please talk to me about this."

"You've just thrown away nearly a decade for what, Hayley?" I held up a hand. "Nothing you can ever say will justify it. I guess I just have 'schmuck' written across my forehead. Find your own way home. You're no longer my problem."

I drove in the direction of our apartment before turning off and driving to the home of my best mate, Chris. Knocking on his door, he opened it and took one look at me. "What the fuck's happened?"

I didn't reply until I was on his couch, sipping at a beer. "Finished work early so thought I'd surprise the wife at university. Maybe take her out for coffee, spend the afternoon together, then have dinner and drinks." I shook my head. "Walked into one of the offices there to find her..." I shuddered as the images still made me want to throw up.

"With another guy?" I nodded. "Er, who?"

"One of her professors. Guy must have been at least fifty years old."

"Damn..."

"Yeah, don't exactly feel great about myself right now."

"What are you going to do?"

"Well, I won't be staying with her, that's for damned sure. She was the first and only, Chris. Thought that meant something to her too. Maybe I'm just old-fashioned or something, I don't know. All I'm left wondering is if this was the first time, or if she'd done it before and I've just never noticed." I finished the beer and shook my head again. "I honestly never thought she'd ever be capable of tearing my heart out, Chris. Sixteen! We were sixteen when we first started dating. Fuck, I knew within a couple of weeks I loved her to bits, and life just got better and better every year. What I've learned is that it was all a delusion."

"Want to stay here tonight, mate?"

"Yeah, please. But I don't want to impose."

"Cathy won't mind, mate. Not once you tell her what happened."

Once I told Cathy what happened, she insisted I could stay as long as I wanted while she got on the phone to my wife to give her a piece of her mind, considering Chris and I had been mates since we were in primary school, as had Cathy and Hayley. Hearing the former absolutely let rip was something. I'd never seen nor heard her so angry.

Hayley showed up at the door later that night. Chris wasn't in the mood to speak to her, but it gave Cathy ample opportunity to give her forthright opinion. It's why Chris loved her.

"Why don't you go slut it up somewhere else?" Cathy shouted at her.

"It didn't mean anything. It was just..."

"Sex? Then why, Hayley? Why throw away nearly ten years together, a marriage, a home, a future family. Why? For some different dick?" There was silence and Cathy laughed. It wasn't a pleasant sound. "That's it, isn't it? You just wanted some different dick. Holy shit, you are fucking stupid. That man inside has been loyal from the day you started dating. I've never seen his eyes wander, his eyes only ever for you. And you've now just ruined it all for some different dick? Go home, Hayley. Just go home."

"I want to see my husband," she retorted, though I heard the sob in her throat.

"I don't think you have one any longer, Hayley. He's inside nursing a broken heart. I would suggest you fuck off and think about what you did, but that isn't going to solve this issue. Just leave him alone. You've done enough as it is."

I heard the door close. I did check my phone to see numerous missed calls and messages. I didn't have the heart to open anything so just ignored it. Cathy reappeared after venturing into the kitchen, returning with another beer for myself and her husband. "Well, she looked like shit, at least," she said.

"You should talk to my dad tomorrow," Chris said, "He'll certainly help sort this all out for you. I'm figuring you won't go back to her?"

"My vows meant something, mate. No, that's it. I'll never be able to trust her again. All I'm now wondering is if it's the first time. I'd rather not know. Just walking in on her like that was bad enough."

"Guess it's too early to ask what you're going to do?" Chris wondered.

"I'll think of something."

"No kids here and we have a spare room. Don't get too drunk, get some sleep, and you can figure out what to do next in the morning."

I enjoyed a hot shower before heading to bed, waking up in the morning unsure of where I was until Cathy knocked on the door, letting me know breakfast was on its way in the kitchen. I called up my boss and let him know the truth. He'd been supportive since the day I'd started, and insisted I had plenty of time stored up to take off, so to take all the time I needed to get my life in order.

Next was talking to my parents and sister. As it only happened the day before, I didn't have any plans, but while my dad was sympathetic, I was left thinking this was my own problem though he'd support where he could. My sister was immediately upset that her big brother had been left heartbroken, asking where I was. Letting her know, she said she'd pop around that evening after work. Then I spoke to my mother. I found that the hardest one. She might now be a few hours north, but I'd always been closer to her than my father. No real reason, to be honest. It was just how it was.

I was surprised she insisted, as she always did, that there was more than one spare room in her house that could be filled by her children should they ever have trouble. I knew that already, but it was nice to hear the offer again.

After breakfast, I had no real idea what to do with myself as Chris and Cathy both disappeared out to work. Chris then sent me a message, letting me know he'd organised a meeting with his father for that afternoon. At least that got me out of the house. I ignored the texts from... her. She kept trying to call nearly every half an hour. I simply didn't want to hear her voice, her excuses, or even her justifications. I'd been an attentive, loving husband. Our sex life had been healthy. I worked hard to provide for her, for us, but never left her feeling neglected.

I figured I'd just never understand why.

I knew Chris's father, Tony, didn't always deal with divorces, but I knew he'd take it on simply because I was a friend of the family. Sitting me down, he obviously asked plenty of personal, difficult questions about my relationship. He asked if I was serious about a divorce. Though I was adamant, he told me to take a few days to cool off, let the rawness at least somewhat fade away. He added that I'd have to separate for twelve months before it could proceed, which pissed me off. I'd rather just get it over and done with, but he said he'd get the paperwork ready and served once the time was right.

What I did need was to collect my things. I waited until Chris arrived home, then called my father and explained the situation. He turned up within an hour, and we took my ute to my apartment. I handed Chris my keys to open the door, following in behind him and then my father. She was home, of course. I figured she would have been waiting to try and talk to me.

"Back off, Hayley," Chris warned, "He's grabbing his things and leaving."

She tried to get close, Chris and my father using their broad frames to keep her away as I walked towards the spare room where I kept all my things. "Let me speak to my husband!" she cried.

"He doesn't want to talk to you, Hayley. Why can't you understand what you've done?" my father asked, "Ten years of love and loyalty, and you've just thrown it back in his face. What about all those dreams you apparently shared? Raising a family together? Growing old together? And you threw that away for some strange dick. Quite frankly, I'm ashamed, Chris here is ashamed, and I hope your parents hear of what you've done and support my son rather than yourself."

I packed a large bag of my clothes, grabbing the important paperwork I was going to need. I wanted nothing else from that place. No further reminders. I did not intend on returning. I walked out and met her eyes. I hated seeing my wife cry, at least I had hated it. Her smile had lit up every room she'd entered, and I'd tried to put a smile on her damned face every single day. But I just hardened my heart, remembering what I saw, the fact she'd been with another man.

"I spoke to a lawyer today, Hayley. I will be initiating divorce proceedings as soon as I am legally allowed. Seeing you here now, you're not feeling guilty, you're just ashamed I caught you. I have no idea if you've fucked other guys, don't know, and I no longer care. But I took my vows seriously, so I can leave this marriage with head held high."

"Please, we can talk about this. Just you and me. I'm sorry."

"Don't want to hear it, Hayley. You cheated, end of discussion. The trust is irrevocably broken. So you're free to do whatever you want now. Go fuck all the guys you want. It's no longer my concern. Dad, Chris, I'll see you downstairs."

Dumping my things in the back of my ute, I got behind the wheel and beeped the horn, my best friend and then father following me down, joining me in the cab. Hayley followed them down, hitting the window next to me, but I ignored her. Put the car in first and pulled away.

I didn't look back.

I spoke to Tony later that evening, letting him know that, upon seeing her, my mind was made up. I wanted a divorce. I knew I'd have to wait, but I was now going to make sure there was absolutely no reason one couldn't be granted. No surprise he offered to take on the case as cheaply as possible, suggesting he owed it for being a good friend to his son for decades. I thanked him but assured I would definitely pay at least a little something.
Spending the next couple of days deciding on what to do next, the idea of starting again in the city held absolutely no appeal. I needed out of the city, a fresh start somewhere. Mentioning it to Chris a couple of days later, he nodded in understanding. "Guess that offer from your mum remains, eh?"

"I've been thinking about it. Go up there, start the business I always wanted, and just get on with my life. I know my sister spends more time up there than with my father. She's never really forgiven him for kicking me out when downsizing. Still loves him, but there's a slight strain. Shit, if I leave, I think she might even follow me up there."

"That's quite a change, Mark."

"I know. I'll sleep on it a little more."

"She still blowing up your phone?" Cathy wondered.

I gave her a look. "Yeah, no thanks to you," I retorted, chuckling away, "It's why I stay off social media. But I don't mind you keeping people up to date with what's going on. Certainly received plenty of messages from people, asking if I needed help or just messages of support and sympathy. Nice to know I have friends."

"What about the apartment? There are other matters you need to consider," Chris said, "Financial responsibilities and such."

"Your father mentioned all that on the phone. I know what I'm legally required to do, but the important thing was leaving the marital home immediately. I will limit our contact as soon as possible. Tony did assure me we'd been married long enough that we wouldn't be forced into mediation, so that's something. No doubt I'd be spun bullshit about how it was a one-time mistake, blah fucking blah."

Cathy put her hand on mine. "She's not worth getting angry about, but I guess your mind is a whirlwind, right?"

I chuckled bitterly. "Fuck, there's a part of my brain that wants to forgive her because I still fucking love her. She threw away ten years. I'm walking away too, but she's the one that fucked up." I sighed. "Shame we don't live in a country where I can't just serve papers and be done with it."

I gave everything further thought over the next few days. I had a heart to heart with dad about his divorce from mum, explaining how it all went. They'd separated, mum had moved away, then as soon as they could legally do so, they hired lawyers, figured it all out, and divorced more as friends than anything. My father never had anything negative to say about my mother, and vice versa regarding mum about dad. They'd just lost that spark and the love, and figured just moving on separately would be for the best.

"Honestly, Mark, heading north might not be a bad thing. From what your sister has told me, she wants out of the city too. The past couple of boyfriends..."

"Trouble at home?"

"She's turned up here more than once in tears. Told her more than once I don't like the fellas she's meeting. That just makes her more defiant."

"Sounds like her," I said, chuckling to myself, "Has she mentioned anything?"

"Her work is mostly online, so I'm left thinking she can live wherever she wants. They might want her in the office occasionally, but with the ways things changed after Covid..."

"What about you, Dad?"

"I've got my fiancée here now and a couple of young step-children. I've raised my kids as well as I could. You are your own people now. Kids spread their wings. Plus, I know your mother would love to have you both close by."

I figured talking to my little sister might be best. Her name was Amanda, though she preferred Amy. She was three years younger than I was, currently 22 years old. The brains of the siblings while I was the brawn, I guess you could say. She'd aced high school and had the pick of her universities, though chose the one closest to home. She'd always been a quiet, considerate girl and then young woman. Unlike most sibling relationships I was aware of, we rarely had a problem. I supported her when I could, particularly once I was working, helping her out financially if she needed a little help, and simply offering support and guidance otherwise, particularly when it came to dating young men. As for my sister, once I started working and returned home exhausted after some rather long days, she'd sometimes come in with a drink or a snack for me, or even cook dinner if the parents were out. It was those little things that meant we were always close.

She'd graduated university with honours and had taken time to choose the right career that suited her needs. She rented a small apartment in the inner-west, putting in plenty of hours each day and week, but I knew she was making plenty of money very quickly. We saw each other at least once a week for dinner, and I knew she was hurt about Hayley as they'd been rather good friends. Hayley had never been jealous of the close relationship I had with my younger sibling, something I could at least give her credit for.

Letting her know I was coming around, it was better catching a train than driving and trying to park. Knocking on the door a couple of hours later, she opened it and immediately hugged me. Always amusing as I was just under six foot while she was barely five-three at best. She had brunette hair, cut shot so it stopped at her neck line, light blue eyes, the remnants of freckles on her cheeks, and the sort of face that certainly made plenty of men double take and have thoughts about. She was about a C-cup, the only reason I knew was I did laundry and was simply curious, but her best feature, from a purely objective viewpoint, was her arse and legs. She asked me more than once about her best features, and I was always honest, and it earned one of those warm smiles that suggested she was happy to be complimented, even if it was from her sibling.

Leading me towards her living room, she made me sit down first before she returned from the kitchen within seconds with a beer for me, wine cooler for herself. I'm sure she didn't want to ask but I gave her a brief outline of everything that happened. More than once she called her a bitch, which made me chuckle. My sister was honest to a fault at times.

"So what are you going to do?" she finally asked.

"I might head north to stay with Mum for a little while. Might give me the opportunity to get the business I wanted to start off the ground."

"If you go, I'm coming." That made me stare at her in surprise. "A few reasons, Mark. One, I can live wherever I want as I now work from home full-time. Rarely do they need my presence in the office. Two, this place is a dump. Tried finding other places but there's a reason this place was so cheap. Three, Dad has obviously moved on with his new family. I don't blame him for it, we're now grown up, but I think Mum would certainly appreciate us being closer. I've never blamed her for wanting to leave the city. The only reason I didn't go with her before was because of university."

"You sure, Amy? I think once we leave, the chances of returning are slim."

"You're the only close family I have down here, Mark. You go, I'm going to feel rather lonely," she whispered.

I wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "Okay, when can you leave?"

"I need to give a month's notice here, but I can leave and not worry about it otherwise. The place can just stay empty. Most of the furnishings aren't mine so I'll just need to take whatever is."

"All I've got is what is at Chris's place. My boss is aware I'm possibly leaving. He just wants that months' notice."

"Has she tried calling?" I showed her my phone, the hundreds of messages and plenty of missed calls. "Well, she's persistent. Why not just block her number?"

"I'm tempted, but that might go against me. Though I've already looked into reasons for divorce and lack of communication can be a contributing factor. It might be negatively against me, but I'll retort by stating I don't wish to communicate with a cheating spouse."

"We should call Mum."

She was delighted to hear from us, of course. Once I explained what Amy and I were thinking and feeling, she nearly insisted that she had plenty of space for her children, and whenever we were ready to head north, she'd make sure everything was ready or us. I think Amy had made up her mind during the call. To be honest, so had I.

I handed in my notice at work on Monday. My boss was sad to see me go after nearly a decade with the company but understood the reasons why I was leaving the city. When I told him I would probably start my own business, he sat me down over the next couple of weeks to go through everything I'd need to have to get a business off the ground. Thankfully, my ute might have had the name of the business on it, but it was my own, so that wasn't going to be a problem.

As for my sister, she just had to tell her company what was going on, and apparently they were supportive, going so far as to suggest if they needed her at the office in the city, they'd fly her down on the company dollar. But with so much now online, all she needed to ensure was that the internet was good enough.

Chris and Cathy enjoyed my company for that last month. Slowly but surely, I put what happened out of my mind. The number of calls and messages from Hayley diminished with each passing day, eventually passing the phone to Cathy after a week so she could read through them. She had no sympathy for her old friend but did suggest it was my silence that was hurting her the most. "Not only were you here husband, but her best friend, confidant..."

I couldn't help smile. "We could talk about anything and everything. Generally, I'd happily sit there and listen to her, even if it was just a blow by blow of her day. She always gave me half an hour or so after walking in the door to decompress after a long day, an hour if I'd had a shit day. The fact we're not talking would be hurting her."

"Will you let her know you're going?"

I nodded. "She needs to know my situation. I'll meet her on neutral ground, preferably with back up."

Cathy grinned. "Oh, I think we'd want to support our friend."

A week before I planned on leaving, Cathy contacted Hayley on my behalf and let her know we could meet for coffee that afternoon. She naturally leapt at the chance, no doubt hoping this might be an opening into reconciliation. We got to the coffee shop early, buying drinks and sitting down, chatting away about anything except what would be discussed later.

Hayley arrived on time. As soon as she saw me, the lower lip trembled, tears started to form, and she almost started to cry. Cathy stood up, arms folded, escorting her to the counter to buy a drink, returning so Cathy sat next to me, Chris to my other side, Hayley sitting opposite me. I tried to harden my heart again, but seeing her looking so distraught, I didn't fold but it hurt to see her in such a way. I wasn't a sociopath, and despite ripping my heart out, there was that small part of me that still cared.

"How are you, Hayley?" I asked.

"I miss you, Mark," she whispered, "Not sleeping well. I don't like sleeping alone. When are you coming home?"

"I'm not coming home, Hayley. I thought that would have been obvious by now, the near radio silence being the other. That's why I've called you here as I need to let you know the situation. Unfortunately, the divorce rules in this country are stupid, so we have to be separated for twelve months before we can start proceedings." That made her start crying. "Hayley, you cheated on me. I cannot forgive you for that. So I'm leaving the city. I'm heading north. I have a lawyer already, he will take care of everything on my behalf. "

"Can we not try... counselling?"

"No. That won't solve anything. And I won't be brow-beaten into accepting back a cheating spouse."

"Was he the only one?" Cathy asked bluntly. When Hayley didn't immediately reply yes, that was our answer. "How many times?" she added.

"Does it matter?" Hayley asked quietly.

"This will be the only time to clear your conscience with your soon to be ex-husband," Chris retorted, "At least give him the peace of mind he bloody well deserves."

Hayley met our eyes before she sighed. "No, he wasn't the only one." The only thing that stopped me getting up and leaving was a hand on my shoulder from Chris keeping me seated. "After you left school at the end of year 10, by year 12... I... Remember Martin?"

"Yes," I replied through gritted teeth.

"I slept with him a couple of times after school finished while you were still at work."

"Anyone else?" Cathy wondered.

Hayley shrugged. "Couple of one time things at university."

I put my head in my hands. "Jesus Christ, I've been nothing but... what to you?"

"You fucking slut," Cathy shouted, hearing the entire place go silent, "To think I used to think the world of you, but you're nothing but a common whore. This man has worked his arse off to provide for you, I've seen the love he's had for you since you were both 16, yet this is how you repay him?"

"I didn't want to go through life only being with him."

"You could have had at least had the decency to break up with him if you wanted to fucking whore around, Hayley," Cathy growled, "Whore Around Hayley, that's your name from now on." I actually took her hand in mine as she was almost shaking with rage, but I saw her eyes, the shimmer of unshed tears. Her heart broke for me, but it was the anger at seeing her friend just... ruin everything that hurt most.

"I'm so fucking done," I stated, squeezing Cathy's hand, "Cathy, Chris, we're going." She stood up to let me out. Stopping next to Hayley, I just looked down at her. She didn't dare look up and meet my eyes this time. I could have let rip but it would have been pointless. Might have made me feel better, but they would have been empty words in the end. I was leaving, that was all that mattered. I simply walked out of the shop, got into the car with Chris and Cathy, and they drove us back to their place.

Soon as I got home, I called my sister, letting her know I was now one hundred percent committed to leaving. Once she agreed again, I called Mum and let her know we'd be on our way the next Saturday. I drove to collect her on Friday, putting all her belongings into the rear of my vehicle, making sure it was covered before parking it up for the night.

Waking early the next morning, as it was going to be a long drive, I packed the rest of our stuff before Chris and Cathy wished us both goodbye, promises to keep in touch. We'd been friends for years so I knew, while there might be distance, this wasn't the end of our friendship. I made them laugh, making them promise to let me know when they were ready to birth their first child.

Before joining the highway north, we stopped for breakfast at Macca's, then a petrol station to buy some snacks to keep us going, before we joined the Pacific Highway just south of Hornsby, and from there, it was the same road for around six hours. My sister and I chatted away, conversation always easy between the pair of us. She thankfully avoided anything to do with my separation and eventual divorce.

The city of Grafton lies 640 kilometres north of Sydney, 345 kilometres south of Brisbane. Officially named in 1851, it was proclaimed a city by 1885. The city is known and promoted across Australia as the 'Jacaranda City' as most of the streets in Grafton are lined by the gorgeous flowers. When they're in full bloom, there are few more beautiful sights. Upon arriving on the edge of the city after a long drive, stopping only the once for a toilet break, my sister took out her phone, connected it to the Bluetooth, and played the song we always did upon arriving in the city. The chorus is always the one we sing very badly along too.

Kids out driving Saturday afternoon just pass me by

And I'm just savouring familiar sights

We share some history, this town and I

And I can't stop that long forgotten feeling of her

Try to book a room and stay tonight

Number one is to find some friends to say 'you're doing well'

After all this time, you boys look just the same

Number two is the happy hour at one of two hotels

Settle in to play 'do you remember so and so?'

Number three is never say her name

Oh the flame trees will blind the weary driver

And there's nothing else could set fire to this town

There's no change, there's no pace

Everything within its place

Just makes it harder to believe that she won't be around

Once the song finished, I did mutter under my breath, "Well, some of those lyrics take on a whole new bloody meaning."

Amy took my hand, giving it a squeeze. "You'll be fine, Mark. Once we settle down here with Mum, it'll be better."

Mum had bought the old Australian traditional house on a quarter acre block not far from the centre of town. Pulling into the driveway led to her opening the door and striding towards us, hugging her daughter tightly first before she met my eyes. I managed a crooked smile as I hugged her tightly.

"I'm sorry, Mark," she whispered.

I could only sigh. "Well, now I know what it's like to go through a divorce, at least."

"True, but your father and I... well, I think we split on good terms. And I'm happy he's found someone else."

Hearing that from my mother wasn't a surprise. I wasn't surprised that the pair still communicated from time to time. His fiancée knew and understood, even if she might have found it a little weird, but the distance allowed at least some form of friendship to remain, and there was always the two of us kids too.

Mum's name was Cassandra, though she preferred Sandra. She was 46 years old, as she'd started our family while young, not wanting to wait too late to start having children. Once my sister and I were at school, she started on her chosen career. Writing and illustrating children's books. She was semi-successful, making more than enough to buy the house outright, and she was still publishing a new book at least once a year.

She was a mature version of my sister. Her hair was still a dark brunette, though she had long ago admitted to a little colouring to keep away the grey. Blue eyes that my father often said reminded him on the sky. She had dimples whenever she smiled. She kept herself fit and was probably slimmer than my sister. I knew she was single, admitting she kept herself occupied with work and reuniting with plenty of old friends who had remained in the city. Whether she had any male interest, she didn't say and I don't think either of us asked. It was private and we left it at that.

I carried all our stuff into the house as Mum brewed us some coffee. It was obvious she'd readied the house for our arrival as both spare rooms already had beds made, and it was easy to figure out who would be sleeping where. My sister's room had a desk, which made sense, as she might work in there, or might choose to work elsewhere. After I dumped our things, I grabbed a coffee and joined the others out on the back veranda.

"Well, I can already say it's quieter up here," Amy said.

"Takes a little getting used to," Mum replied, "But you'll love it up here. There's everything you need. Yes, we're in a provincial city, but it's not the back of beyond. And rather than drive so far south to Sydney, you can always go just down to Coffs Harbour. North, there's Byron Bay, or treat yourself to a long weekend on the Gold Coast." She paused. "Hmmm, guess you'll want to avoid the school holiday's, at least. But I grew up here. The only reason I left was the fact I made it into university and then met your father. The plan was always to return here eventually. Just took longer than anticipated."

"So you've made a life here, Mum?" I asked.

"Many of my old friends from school remained here so I've spent the past few years re-establishing friendships. I'm not the only divorcee, but I think I'm one of the few that had an amicable parting. Other than that, I focused on my work, look after my garden, and a young man has helped look after my lawn and house."
"Guess I can help out with that now, Mum," I said.

She smiled. "I don't expect either of you to pay much. The house is bought and paid for. I'll need help with bills and food, but we'll figure it out as we go along. And I assume you'll want to move out eventually. There's enough housing around, and it's much cheaper here than down south. But you're welcome to stay as long as you want. As I said, you'll always have a home here."

I was tired after a long drive, but Mum suggested treating her grown children to dinner that evening, so after we'd both enjoyed a hot shower, where I worked out the kinks from being sat behind a steering wheel for close to seven hours, we walked towards the city centre, grabbing dinner at one of the hotels. As we ate and enjoyed a drink or two, we caught up on the basic news of our lives, Mum eventually opening the can of worms that was my inevitable divorce, while also asking about Amy's private life. Hers sounded as miserable as mine, to be honest.

Returning home, we gathered out on the veranda again, the sun now having set, finding ourselves looking at far more stars in the sky than back down south. Mum had wine in the fridge but no beer, though she did have scotch, which was good enough for me. After a couple more drinks, Mum was falling asleep in her chair, so I helped her to bed, no surprise she gave me a long hug at her doorway.

"You know I'm going to dote on my children now," she said.

"I'd expect nothing less, Mum."

"Did you look after your sister?"

"As best as I could, Mum. You know I always have, but if she doesn't tell me..."

She kissed my cheek. "You're a good son, and better big brother. And I'm glad you're both here."

"Me too, Mum. It's a new start for both of us."

Wishing her goodnight, she shut the door and was probably fast asleep within a couple of minutes, while I joined Amy back outside. As it was the middle of the year, the temperature dipped considerably, particularly in regional New South Wales, so I grabbed a jumper from her luggage, and one for myself from mine. She was still sipping at some wine as I sat next to her, no surprise she curled her legs and snuggled against me.

"This is nice," she whispered.

I wrapped an arm around her, kissing the top of her head. "What I remember growing up is we rarely argued."

"Mark, you weren't just my big brother, you were almost my guidance counsellor at times, but more than that, you were my friend."

"I was?"

"Of course. And more than one of my friends had a massive crush on you. Of course, by the time you started dating Hayley, you just wouldn't have noticed."

"Well, I hope you still think you can come to me about things, Amy."

"I know, but with you getting married and obviously wanting to start a family eventually..."

"Amy, I would always make time for you."

"I know," she said softly, "But... well, it doesn't matter now. I learned lessons from the last dickhead I was with. I'm going to stay single for a while now."

"Me too there. Shit, the only people I'd be willing to trust right now are you and Mum."

"I'm sorry she hurt you."

"I'll get over it eventually. Knowing I have to remain married to her for a few more months' sucks. So I'll focus on other things, like getting my own business started."

"I can help with that regarding the financials. You know, taxes and shit."

"You sure?"

"Numbers have always been one of my strengths."

I almost snorted. She had far more strengths than weaknesses. In fact, the major weakness she had was her good heart and people manipulating her. I'm fairly sure that's what likely happened before, but she just didn't feel comfortable enough to tell me. "I'm glad we did this, Mark," she said softly.

"Me too."

We chilled out the next day as the long drive knocked the stuffing out of me, though we did sit down during the day and discuss ideas and plans for the future. Amy was easy to figure out as she'd work from home. Though she'd spend time in her room, Mum assured her that sitting at the dining table or even outside wouldn't be a problem as no-one would bother her.

As for myself, I'd spoken to Mum often about wanting to eventually start my own business, and we all knew now was the best time to start putting things together. I already had my own ute, I had my own tools, but what I needed to do was ensure I had a steady supply of work. So Mum made some calls on my behalf during the next week, while my sister and I had to go about setting up my business. There was far more to it than most people probably know.

First, there was choosing the structure. As I wanted to be the boss and sole owner, that's what I went with. Then there was the type, applying for a business number and registering my new business, needing to think of a name for it, then registering a domain name, where Mum's help came in handy, and at the end, it was making sure I paid the correct taxes. All in all, the business number took barely a few minutes to get, it was sorting the other stuff that did confuse me. Thank heavens for my sister.

Mum helped out by dragging in some help to get my website set up, the kids of her friends pitching in to help, while most of her calls were spreading word about my new business, and that if anyone wanted some work done to their house, office or god only knew what, then I had nearly ten years' experience.

I spent time applying paint to the side of my ute, with my new business name and phone number. Mum was busy putting together a new story that she hoped would sell as well as all the others. Amy was stuck behind her monitor for most of the day, only coming out for a quick lunch or a coffee. As I was technically unemployed until all the paperwork was done, and I received my first call, she did like to come out for a quick hug with her brother.

During that first week, Mum, Amy and I ate dinner every night before retiring to the veranda. I already loved the sound of silence, and having Mum and Amy to either side of me on the long couch was certainly a nice feeling. Amy already seemed to love snuggling into me, while I think Mum just loved the company. She'd head to bed earlier than us most of the time, seeming to love the sight of her two adult children getting along so well, though she mentioned she couldn't remember any problem when we'd been growing up.

"We should hit the town one night," I suggested to Amy, "See what sort of nightlife Grafton actually has."

The suggestion made her chuckle. "I'm sure it's not that exciting, but it would be nice just to sit in a pub for a few hours." She glanced up at me, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. "Are you taking your sister out on a date, Mark?"

"Well, I could always ask Mum if you don't want to go with me."

That earned me a gentle push. "Tease. And, yes, I'd like a night out, even if it is with my brother."

It gave us something to look forward to during the week. I had my first job that week, one of Mum's friends asking for her entire house to be painted inside and out, and decorated inside to give it a facelift. It was an expensive job, one she was more than willing to pay for. I had no-one working for me yet, so doing it all myself was backbreaking work, but once I'd built some collateral, and a regular stream of work, I'd certainly take on someone, more than likely an apprentice or two, and go from there.

I was worn out by Friday night, Mum ordering in a take-out, while I'd picked up a slab from the bottle-o so I had beer ready for the weekend. I was so tired, as I had much more to think about now that I was by myself doing everything, I was almost passing out on the couch outside, enough that even Mum was telling me to go to bed.

What surprised me was waking up at sometime early in the morning, around 2am after checking my phone, to find Amy snuggled up next to me. I checked to see that she was wearing her pyjamas, so that was something, and my shuffling around woke her up. "Do you mind?" she whispered.

"Nah, you're okay. Wanted some company?"

"I thought you might, actually. Considering you wouldn't have gone to bed alone for a long time..."

I wrapped an arm around her, feeling her snuggle into my side. "Well, I guess it would take getting used to. Has felt a little lonely, I can admit that."

"I remember you never had a problem hugging me, even when at school and I was your embarrassing little sister."

"You were never embarrassing, Amy. I was proud of my little sister. Certified genius compared to her brother." That earned me a soft kiss on the cheek. "And she's blossomed into quite the attractive young woman. Speaking objectively, of course. Not as your big brother."

"What does my brother think?"

"That I'll have to hold them back with a broom until the right man comes along." That made her giggle, at least. "I won't be dating anytime soon, though."

"You need to heal, Mark. There's no rush to date again."

"Guess living at home with my mother and sister isn't exactly going to have women falling over to date me anyway."

"While that's true, you now own your own business, you're good looking..."

"I'm good looking?"

Hmmm, guess it's time to describe myself. I was the tallest in the family though hadn't hit six foot by the time I stopped growing. But years of hard work and rugby through school and then playing on a Saturday had helped me broaden out. I kept myself fit otherwise. Light brown hair. Same blue eyes as my mother and sister. Hayley, if I could still believe anything she said, had always said I'd grown more handsome with every year. She'd always loved the stubble I kept, preferring that to clean shaven. I'd been tempted more than once to just grow a beard, but it's generally too hot for that much facial hair. Basically, years with Hayley had kept self-confidence high, though it had obviously ebbed since discovering the truth.

"My big brother has always been very handsome."

"Thanks, Amy. Actually does me some good to hear that."

I needed to go for a pee, returning to find Amy already fast asleep. I managed to get back into bed without her waking up, though she naturally snuggled closer to me once I was relaxed again. I kissed the top of her head and fell back asleep rather quickly.

Mum said nothing when Amy left my room the next morning, smiling as we joined her at the table for breakfast. She already knew we were going out for a few drink that night, and we'd organised it for a night when she'd be catching up with a bunch of her friends. "It will do you some good to get out of the house," she said, "Maybe make a friend or two during the evening."

I'd already looked into local sports teams, thankful there were rugby teams in the winter, though with the season well underway, I'd have to wait until next year to register, though cricket season would start in a couple of months, already applying to play in the local league. But I'd left nearly all my friends back down south, as had Amy. We really only had each other until we'd established new circles of friends.

I had no problem working on a Saturday, so put in a few hours on the same job, aware it would take me another week at least to finish up. I got home mid-afternoon to find Mum and Amy on the veranda, already sharing a bottle of wine. I had a shower first before joining them outside with a beer, Mum leaving earlier than us as she was going to a friend's house first.

Amy cuddled into me immediately. "You know, if I hadn't been married, I probably would have come up here far earlier if I knew it was going to be this peaceful," I murmured.

"You don't miss the city?"

"God no. And it's not because of what happened. But everything just feels more relaxed here. I guess it is, in many ways."

"I like being here already. Nice living with Mum again. Even nicer being with you."

"Miss me?"

"Yeah. I know you had Hayley, so it was different when you were... well, let's be honest, forced out of home. When I moved out, it was alone, and I've lived that way the entire time. Never felt comfortable inviting a boyfriend to move in."

"Why not?"

"Because despite feeling a little lonely, I also liked having my own space to unwind after a long day. And, let's be honest, not all men are great to live with."

Agreeing to get ready, I just put on some jeans and a nice shirt, and good leather shoes, but I didn't expect Amy to walk out of her room in quite the dress. No ordinary dress either. A black number, nothing over her shoulders, down to her knees, tight enough to shower off her curves, but not tight enough to stop her from walking comfortable. Pair of black heels and stockings, faint make-up on her face, a small purse to carry cash, card and keys, and that was it.

"Scrub up nicely, Amy."

She smiled, walking towards me, leaning in to take a sniff of my cologne. "Oooh, I like that one."

"Obviously not one she bought me. I left all that shit behind."

With her heels, walking into the city centre was out, so I called us a cab, taking us to one of the best reviewed pubs in town for our meal. Amy certainly turned a few heads when walking inside, while I think I even earned one or two glances. I'm fairly sure we had the look of out-of-towners. The meal was simple but tasty, Amy enjoying a little wine, while I sipped at a couple of beers as we ate, the conversation flowing as easily as it always did. We most reminisced about our life back at home.

Once the sun set and places finished serving food, music started to play and we bounced from bar to bar, aware most places would close far sooner than back down south, but we were not interested in being out until dawn. Amy eventually suggested she'd like to go home, so I managed to get us a cab rather quickly, walking inside and, as Mum's bedroom door was close, we assumed she was home.

Wanting a nightcap, we enjoyed one last drink outside. It was cold, but Amy didn't complain, snuggling into my side again for warmth. I was getting used to her doing that, and it felt rather nice, almost like we were getting as close as we used to be.

Heading inside, I escorted her to her bedroom door, Amy turning to face me. I assumed she just wanted a hug as always, but when she pressed a hand on my chest and her eyes met mine, she looked... well, I forgot she was my sister for a moment. I leaned down just to kiss her cheek, but she turned just enough that our lips met.

Maybe it was just the fact I needed that sort of contact again, but the brief touch of lips quickly turned into my arms wrapped around him, and it took all of a few seconds for the kiss to grow in intensity. My tongue quickly found its way into her mouth, a gentle exploration and keeping it playful, before I realised what the hell I was doing and gently pulled back.

"Fuck... I'm sorry, Amy," I whispered, looking away from her.

"What are you sorry for?"

"I shouldn't have done that."

She put a finger on my jaw, gently moving my head to meet her eyes again. She was smiling at me. "Do I look mad? Am I complaining?"

"No to both, to be honest."

"Want company again tonight?"

"I'm not sure that's a good idea now."

She hugged me tightly, wrapping my arms around her in return. "I liked being with you last night, Mark," she whispered.

"Okay." I guess I relented rather quickly, but she was my little sister, and if it made her happy, so be it.

Once I was down to my boxer-briefs, I turned to see her rolling off her stocking, showing off her rather shapely legs, before she stood up and undid her dress. Only then did she remember she wasn't wearing a bra. That caused a raise of my eyebrows first before I turned around, grabbed a shirt and gave it to her to wear.

Sliding under the blankets, Amy joined me and she had no problem snuggling against me. Feeling the smooth skin of her leg against mine felt rather nice, her fingers rather quickly stroking my chest. "I missed you after you moved out," she murmured, "I used to like spending time with you before we went to bed. Doing this probably would have raised questions back then though."

"Well, I think I'll be here a while. But doing this every night..."

"I don't care, Mark. I like this. I like being with my big brother again."

"Missed me a lot?"

"Too much," she whispered.

I turned to face her, barely able to see her in the darkness, but I saw the slight shimmer in her eyes. I leaned forward and gave her another soft kiss before caressing her cheek. "I tried to always make time, Amy..."

"You did, and I always appreciated that. Didn't mean I didn't miss you the rest of the time though!"

She rested her head against me and seemed to settle down quickly. No surprise she was asleep just as quickly. I probably should have lay there and worried about the fact I'd kissed my sister, and the fact she'd kissed me back, but I'll be honest, it felt rather nice. Add to that, I loved my sister anyway so... I probably should have felt strange about it, but I didn't. So I stopped thinking about it and fell asleep.

Waking up the next morning, I opened my eyes to find we'd moved during the evening so she was now spooned back against me. And that was immediately a problem considering I woke up with an erection. It happened every morning, but with my sister in bed with me. Then there was the fact my right hand was under her shirt, resting on her stomach, with her hand resting above mine above the fabric.

"Amy?"

"Hmmm."

"Amy?"

She giggled. "You're poking me, Mark," she whispered.

"I know. Want me to move?" I whispered back.

"Part of me says yes. The larger part of me says no. Do you?"

"Not really. I'm comfortable, but..."

"Then just stay in bed with me until we get hungry. I don't care if you've got a hard on. I know all about biology. It's a natural thing, though I'll take the fact you're really poking me as a compliment."

Trying to sleep with an erection is something most men know is almost impossible, but I don't think she fell asleep either. So we lay in silence, perhaps dozing for a few minutes at most, before there was a knock at the door. "Mark, I'm cooking some bacon if you want a sandwich. Want an egg with that?"

"Yeah, thanks, Mum."

"Is... Amy in there with you? Didn't get a reply from her and she wasn't in there when I took a peek."

"Yeah, she's here."

"I'll have the same, Mum."

"Okay, should be ready in a few minutes."

We got out of bed, Amy collecting her clothes before kissing my cheek, walking out to probably get dressed, while I threw on some tracksuit bottoms, a shirt and jumper, as it was winter and houses were bloody cold at this time of year. After putting on some thick socks, I wandered out to join Mum in the kitchen. I gave her a hug, which made her laugh. "Nice to have hugs from my son again," she said.

Amy joined us just as Mum was placing plates on the table, a coffee each for my sister and I, Mum preferring tea. We ate and sipped at our drinks in silence before the food had been cleared. Only after we'd washed up the plates and re-filled our mugs did Mum clear her throat. "I'm not going to be concerned about my children being close. You're adults and old enough to make your own decisions."

"Mum, all we did was sleep together, sleep being the important word," I said.

"And I like keeping him company. And I'm hoping it will help him feel better," Amy added.

"That's it?" Mum asked, aware she could always sniff out a story.

I glanced at Amy. She returned a subtle shrug. I scratched the back of my neck, feeling a little heat in my cheeks. "Well, um... you see, we might have enjoyed the night, and then we might have..." I trailed off as, I'll admit, it felt awkward.

"We kissed, Mum. Nothing major," Amy said, feeing her take my hand, "I'm not worried, Mark, and you shouldn't be either. It felt nice, and I'm sure was another little thing that helped you feel better."

I figured Mum would perhaps freak out hearing that. Instead, all she did was smile. "Keep looking after each other, okay?"
"Um, sure, Mum. Like always," I replied.

Sunday was the only day I ever really had to myself, though when I was back with Hayley, I'd still help with chores or do some odd-jobs around the apartment. But being home with Mum, she'd spent the past few years getting the house just so she liked it, and she was used to looking after the house herself, practically shooing me away from anything that needed doing.

So I asked Amy if she wanted to go for a walk towards and then along the Clarence River. She loved that idea, getting into my ute and driving us to a secluded area only a short distance away. It was a picturesque part of the countryside, and once again, it was the silence that we could appreciate. No surprise Amy took my hand within a minute of walking, her fingers resting inside mine. I glanced at her as she smiled at me in return.

No idea how long or how far we walked, only stopping when we reached a point that provided even better views. Wrapping an arm around her, I had to ask, "Amy, is there something possibly going on here? On the verge of starting?"

"How do you mean?"

"I'm thinking about last night and the fact we kissed, and the added fact you didn't freak the fuck out on me."

I heard her take a deep breath. "Mark, I have a confession to make."

"Okay," I said carefully.

"I used to have the biggest crush on you. I knew it was wrong to feel that way about my brother, but I couldn't help it. You've always been there for me, even if it's just at the end of a phone. You've always made time for me in your life, even after you married."

"You're my sister, Amy. Even Hayley understood that." I turned to face her, taking her hands in mind. She looked so nervous, it was actually rather endearing. "The only concern I have is that I've just separated from my wife. I'm still married though I guess that doesn't really mean much after what she told me."

"What did she tell you?"

"Shit, I never told you." I sighed. "She's cheated on me since before we got married."

"What a cunt!" my sister exclaimed, before giggling to herself. "Oops, that just slipped out. I won't ask anything else except that it wasn't just a one-time thing?"

"I don't know if she told me everything or not. Right now, I don't really care." I lifted a hand to her face, watching her eyes briefly close but the smile immediately form. "Amy, we both should be weirded out by this, but for whatever reason, I'm not and you appear fine with it. I've always thought my little sister was cute, and now I look at you and see a beautiful young woman who any man would be delighted to have on their arm."

She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me without any hesitation. And, to be honest, I couldn't help kiss her back, pulling her into my body. She was a very good kisser. She must have brushed her teeth before leaving the house as her breath was certainly minty-fresh. When we broke apart, the smile returned to her face. "We just take this slow, Mark," she said, "And if it feels right..."

"Even though we're breaking the law, Mum will probably freak the fuck out and kick us to the kerb..."

"Maybe, maybe not. She didn't freak out about the fact we kissed last night."

"Okay, so a kiss is one thing. Do you want to take this further?" She nodded immediately. I took a deep breath and pulled her in for a hug. "Okay, that gives me something to figure out," I murmured, "I've only been with one woman my entire life, Amy."

"I know. I've only been... intimate with two guys."

"Really? I don't mean that in a bad way, I just thought..."

"Mark, you met both of them. Didn't you see any subtle reminders of someone in them?" I met her eyes and her cheeks started to grow a little red. "I said I had a crush, Mark. That crush turned into... feelings... feelings I assumed I'd just live with because you were happily married, so I knew I'd just have to move on with my life. It wasn't a problem really, but now that... god, there's no way I can continue without sounding awful."

"Is that why you're here with me now?" She nodded as her eyes stayed on mine. "I don't know what to say, Amy. I really don't."

"As long as you don't hate me," she whispered.

I chuckled. "That's never going to happen. I'm just surprised, that's all." I leaned down and kissed her again, not weirded out at all by kissing her. Helps that I loved her already, even though it was the love of a brother for his little sister, but it felt rather nice. She had soft lips. She smelled divine, just some deodorant, maybe a dash of perfume. Breaking apart after a couple of minutes, she rested her head against my chest as I embraced her again. "Yeah, this is going to take some time to figure out."

"Take all the time you need, Mark. I'm not going anywhere."

Returning home a couple of hours later, Mum was busy preparing a roast dinner for that evening. Mum always cooked a good roast. We sat in the kitchen to keep her company, though I noticed more than one glance from her, considering Amy was almost snuggling into me most of the time. But the glance was accompanied by a smile, so I guess she thought we were just being affectionate. I never had a problem giving my sister a cuddle.

The lamb was perfect, and Mum always prepared the best roast potatoes and veggies. Heading out to the veranda, a ritual of ours already, we stuck to non-alcoholic beverages, particularly as I had an early start the next morning.

"How are you feeling, Mark?" Mum asked, "About everything?"

"I feel at peace up here. I'm still annoyed I have to wait another ten months to get divorced, but I figure I can move on with my life as proof I'm not willing to reconcile. Putting over six hundred kilometres between us is another sign the marriage is well and truly done."

"That's why I moved up here after your father and I agreed to end the marriage. However, what you should know is that you can start to organise everything else in the meantime."

"That's what Tony is doing for me. We'll have to make property and financial settlements. All I want is for her to no longer be my wife in the eyes of the law. When I fill out any sort of form, I'd like to sign that I'm single."

"Has she tried contacting you since arriving here?"

"She's stopped trying to call but I still receive messages. Surprised she hasn't turned and started hurling abuse at me. Still insisting she loves me and wants to work things out."

"What a fucking idiot," my sister muttered.

"Once the divorce is finalised, I'll block her. Until then, I'll just keep ignoring her."

Mum always headed to bed early. It was bloody cold outside so we headed to my bedroom, where I had set up a TV on the wall. Lying back on the covers, we watched a movie in the darkness, Amy cuddling into me. By the time the movie finished, we'd started to basically make out. Feeling her body press into mine certainly had me hard again rather quickly, and running my hand down to her pert little butt earned a grin from her in return.

"Staying here the night then?" I asked. She nodded, so I undressed as she disappeared, returning within a couple of minutes in her pyjamas. I guess wearing less would raise the temptation to do something else. Kissing seemed harmless, but I wasn't sure about going any further. At least not yet. My mind was still a little all over the place, though it had been a couple of months since that day at the university....

My phone lit up that week with people wanting jobs done, no matter how large or small. I even received calls from people a hundred kilometres away from Grafton, which was a good sign. Taking a look at the website set up for me, I noticed there had been plenty of hits already, so I guess that explained why. But with the volume of work possibly on the horizon, I looked into apprenticeship schemes and how I'd take one or two on as a business. Luckily, everything is online nowadays, and within the day, I had job adverts online about taking on a couple. I'd train them up over a couple of years, hopefully take them on full-time at the end, then look at expanding. But there was no rush. I had all the time in the world.

While my business slowly started to gain traction, life at home was peaceful, if not a little strange. Amy pretty much slept beside me every night. Mum didn't seem to care. I loved having the company in bed as I'd slept beside Hayley since I was 18, and it was nice having another warm body close by. Particularly in the winter months when houses were bloody cold, so snuggling under a couple of thick blankets was great.

And with each passing night sharing a bed, there was no doubt we were both thinking about other things. Having confessed her feelings for me, the ball was now in my court. I could help us take the next step in a physical relationship, or I might have to break her heart and suggest we don't go any further. The thing that concerned me is that, with every day that passed, the idea of being with my sister didn't bother me. At all. I was left thinking the fact my wife was proven to be a serial cheater and my marriage fell apart fucked with my head.

While we did now live with Mum, she lived her own life, as we lived ours, though we ate dinner together every evening. Some nights, she would be at home alone, or a friend or two would pop around for a chat and glass of wine. Other nights, she'd pop out to visit friends. I was at work every day, so had no idea what she did during the day most of the time, though I did receive the occasional call to meet up for a coffee for lunch if I had time. Amy and I would text or Whatsapp nearly all day, talking about the most arbitrary crap, but I think I helped keep her sane as she was stuck working at home.

Each weekend, we'd go out for a meal and drinks, amazed that we never sat in silence, always chatting away. It was amazing how simple it was to find things to discuss. It was perhaps the fourth Saturday that we headed out that things did turn up a notch. We returned home to a dark house. No sign of Mum's car, which suggested she'd probably crashed a friend's house for the night. Even in a provincial city, you didn't take chances drinking and driving, and Mum was sensible.

Amy had worn a gorgeous red dress that evening, with a red ensemble of stockings, heels and purse. Sitting inside, sharing a bottle of scotch, I had to ask if she'd always bought everything like that on purpose. "Of course," she said, smirking away, "Got to make sure everything matches, Mark."

That earned a raised eyebrow. "Everything?"

She stood up in front of me and unzipped her dress, taking the straps from her shoulders and lowering it to the ground. The red bra barely covered her breasts, and the red panties were practically see-through, so I could see my sister kept herself mostly shaved. The fact I was erect within a couple of seconds didn't concern me. I was starting to find my sister more attractive with each passing day, and my feelings for her were changing as much as hers were definitely getting deeper.

Smiling at me, she sat down on me, a knee to either side of me, before she rested on my legs. "You think I'm pretty?" she asked softly.

I reached to caress her cheek. "Amy, you're beautiful. As I said, I always have always thought that."

Leaning forward, the kiss was immediately what I'd call hot and heavy, pulling her into my body as her tongue explored my mouth. We'd never made out with Amy in just her underwear, and I was left in no doubt she felt my erection as she shuffled forward, earning a soft moan as she stopped long enough to smile. "I like what I feel, Mark," she whispered.

"I have a half-naked woman on my lap, who happens to be my sister. So it's not only hot, it's a little kinky, or maybe the right word is taboo," I whispered before leaning back, "Amy, I'll ask just the once. Are you sure?"

"I don't want anyone else, Mark. I feel this... this is my only chance to be with you."

"Amy, if we start, that's it, we can't go back to how it was, because we'll always wonder. Are you willing to take that chance?"

"I love you, Mark. I have for a long time. But I basically just sealed up all those emotions. Now I can face them again, but more importantly, I can be honest with you about them."

I hugged her to my chest. "I love you too, Amy. Perhaps not quite how you love me, at least not just yet. That's a hurdle I'll have to get over if we both want this."

"But you want to be with me?" she asked softly.

"Yeah, I do. But we have to be careful about Mum. Sleeping together, being a little affectionate, that sort of thing, doesn't seem to bother her. But if we start being intimate..."

I easily stood up and carried her to what I should really call our bedroom. Kicking the door shut behind me, I sat her down on the bed as I undressed down to my boxer-briefs, Amy moving backwards as I joined her on the bed. Her eyes were alive with the lust and desire she didn't have to hide as I leaned down to kiss her again. Feeling her soft fingers moving up my arms, down my back, I ran my fingers up her side, making her giggle as she'd always been a little ticklish, running them around her back to undo her bra with one hand.

That seemed to impress her, though I'd taken off plenty of bras in my lifetime, so it was a skill naturally learned. I'd honestly never seen Amy's breasts before. By the time I was dating Hayley, she was still only barely a teenager, so although I did see her grow up, and I could appreciate she was cute, I never saw her as someone I should be sexually attracted to.

Now she was lying underneath me with her breasts for me to see, and they were magnificent. I must have had a certain smile on my face as she started to giggle, but there was no missing how turned on she was as well. Leaning down to take a nipple in my mouth, that earned an immediate moan, sucking, nibbling and licking one then the other for quite a while, enough that she suggested I really liked them. I could only look up and agree that I did.

"Maybe you'd like to explore elsewhere on my body?" she breathed.

"That's the next big step, Amy. Are you sure?"

The nod returned was adamant. Eager. Almost determined that I do what she wanted. So I kissed down to her body until I reached the thin fabric of her panties. Sitting up on my knees, I removed her heels first, though she suggested I keep on the stocking. Hooking my fingers in her panties, I met her eyes a final time. I knew, if I did this and then carried on doing what I now wanted to do as much as she wanted, it would irrevocably change our relationship. We'd open a door that simply couldn't be closed.

Sliding them off her legs, I felt how damp they were. That's when she whispered, "My panties are always wet nowadays, Mark. When I have lunch here at home, I masturbate. Every single damned day. And I... well, I usually do it on this bed with your pillow on my face."

I smiled as that was rather sweet. And suggested just how much she wanted me. So I put her panties to my nose and inhaled her scent. It was... delightful, making me smile, and that earned another giggle, as I placed them down next to me.

Amy spread her legs and her pussy glistened with her excitement. I would even go so far as to say it was rather pretty. She had definitely groomed herself before we headed out. A little bit of hair but, otherwise, she kept it nice and smooth. "I prefer it like this," she explained, "But I knew, when you finally went down on me, that you'd prefer it too."

"So you thought this would eventually happen?"

"Mark, we've been dating, we'd just been lying to ourselves."

"I guess you're right. I haven't even looked at another woman. I've enjoyed your company far too much."

"Mark?" I met her eyes. "Can you... eat my pussy for a while?"

"Good thing for you, my dear little sister, is that I love doing that."

Lowering my mouth down to her pussy, I'll admit the first thing I did was inhale her natural scent. My god, it was wonderful. Considering it was only the second pussy I'd ever been with in my life, the fact it was my little sister certainly meant even more to me in that moment. When my tongue touched her for the first time, it must have felt like a bolt of electricity as she almost leapt off the bed. Wrapping a hand around each thigh, my tongue slowly licked up and down, just judging what she seemed like while also savouring her taste.

I liked it a lot from the get go.

"Mark," she breathed, her body slowly but surely starting to writhe.

I ignored her clit for the moment though I could see her excitement naturally building. My focus remained everywhere except that, judging what she was enjoying by her breathing and moans, in addition to what she said. I was smart enough to keep going what I was doing if she said so, but once she asked me to gently give her clit some attention, I did just that.

"Oh my god," she moaned when I did just that. I thought about sliding in a finger or two to find that special spot I knew all women had, but I didn't want to unless she asked for it. So while I gave her clit some attention, most of my focus remained elsewhere. I was still in my underwear and could feel my cock straining to be free, but I wasn't worried about myself. This was all about her for now.

"Mark," she whimpered, once I gave her clit more and more attention. Once I sensed it was the right time, I surprised myself by figuring out how to focus on that properly to get her off. And it didn't take long, considering how turned on she must have been already. "Mark!" she cried out softly.

Then she orgasmed. Hand on heart, watching my little sister cum was utterly beautiful. I felt my heart swell at the look on her face, the way her body moved, the fact she reached down to grab my hand as the orgasm tore through her body. But she didn't want me to stop just yet, begging me to continue.

Now that I'd made her cum hands-free, now it was time to find her spot and hopefully make it even better. I sucked in a couple of fingers first before slowly sliding them inside her, enjoying the gasp she made as I turned them and made the motion I knew to make. "Oh fuck," she practically groaned, feeling her move down on my fingers, "Oh fuck, Mark."

I looked up to meet her eyes, unable to stop the smile as her eyes were absolutely beautiful in the low light. Her chest rising and falling as she breathed heavily. The slight quivers she made as she readied herself for another orgasm. "I love you so much," she whimpered.

"I love you too, little sister. Now lie back and let your big brother take care of you."

Once I found that spot, not missing the fact as I did as she immediately squeezed my fingers and released a moan I hadn't heard yet, I focused on that and her clit only. Her next orgasm was even better, amused when she covered her mouth as she almost screamed with delight, before she almost started to sob, pleading for me not to stop. I had to ask if she was sure, as I never liked hearing my sister almost crying, though she assured me it was just all the pent up emotions being released.

I only stopped in the end when she finally had enough, sitting back on my knees, rather amused as her body continued to quiver for quite a few minutes afterwards. "Where the fuck did you learn..." she started to ask, before she giggled, "Well, on that alone, no wonder she married you."

Leaning forward, I kissed her deeply, feeling her arms wrap around me. "Amy, I just loved doing that. Any issues I might have had? Gone. Long gone."

I noticed the rapid blinking. "You mean that?" she asked quietly.

"Absolutely. I lost my wife. I now have my sister. Difference is, I've always loved my sister, but now I can allow myself to fall in love with you in return. But... we'll need to be careful."

"I know," she whispered. Reaching down, her small hand encircled my covered cock. "What about you?"

"What would you like to do, Amy?"
"Suck my brother's obviously big cock!"

I wasn't going to say no to that so eagerly slid out of my underwear. She insisted I remain sitting on my knees as she lay on her stomach, gazing up into my eyes as her tongue licked up and down my shaft, but she was eager to swallow me. "Mark, can I be blunt?"

"Yeah," I said, enjoying her soft lips wrapped around my shaft.

"Your soon to be ex-wife was a fucking idiot. Your cock is fantastic. I know, when you eventually fuck me, I'm going to love it. Not tonight, though. I just wanted you to touch me tonight."

"Uh-huh," I muttered, making her giggle, looking down as more of my cock disappeared. Running my fingers through her hair, she looked so happy, it almost made my heart burst again. She was very eager, and I wasn't going to last long. "Do you swallow?"

She looked ready to shake her head, then removed my cock a moment. "I'll swallow your cum," she said.

I felt that usual tingling sensation that my orgasm was fast approaching. My sister might have not had many partners but she knew how to suck my cock, at least. Warning her I was close, all she did was fondle my balls, her head bobbing up and down quicker and quicker.

"Amy," I moaned before I felt that first spurt fire into her mouth. She gulped it down immediately from the sound she made as I fired plenty of ropes into her mouth. I hadn't had sex since... well, a night or two before I'd left the wife. Since then, it had been Mrs Palmer and her five daughters when I felt in the mood. I hadn't really been in the mood much.

Feeling her kiss up my body, I lifted her chin to kiss her softly on the lips before I hugged her tightly, running my fingers up and down her back, her hands just resting on my back in return. "Well, I think that's me done for the night," she said, "Mark, I haven't orgasmed like that... ever..."

"Want a shower?"

"Yeah, we'd better."

Checking the coast was still clear, we were both chuckling as we grabbed towels and headed for the bathroom, making sure the water was nice and hot, before stepping under it. Once she was under the water, her hair slicked back, I was rock hard again in seconds, which she noticed. The idea of washing was put on hold as she slid down to her knees, her soft lips wrapped around my cock again.

"You'll last longer this time," she said.

She wasn't wrong, as she certainly had me groaning a few time, her hands gently playing with my balls or stroking my cock as her mouth did most of the work. I'd cup the back of her head as I looked down at her, eyes full of nothing but her love and desire for me in return. I'm not sure what mine would have echoed back just then, but I could sense my feelings were changing with every passing minute I was intimate with her.

When I came a second time, god knows how long she'd been sucking my cock by then, she happily swallowed down my load before practically smacking her lips with delight. "Yummy," she cooed, "I could do that time and again, Mark."

I'm not a religious man, but in that moment, there was a god.

I did enjoy soaping her up, running my hands over every inch of her body, before slowly washing her down, ensuring I was cuddling her nearly the entire time. She couldn't stop giggling, but when she returned the favour, she was rather quiet, but the look in her eyes told me everything I needed to know. Once I was washed, we stepped and slowly wiped each other down before heading back to our bedroom, snuggling under the blankets. For the first time, both of us were naked. It felt wonderful holding her in my arms, feeling her skin against mine.

"Mum's going to freak when she finds out," she whispered, "We can't keep this a secret forever. I think she almost deserves to know before she discovers us by accident."

"Let's give it a little time first."

We fell asleep rather quickly as a last look at my phone told me it was now early morning. There was no knock on the door to wake us up, only woken up myself by soft, warm lips on mine, waking up to see my sister smiling at me, her body cuddling into mine. I returned her kiss and it soon deepened, rolling onto my back as she straddled my groin, and I could feel the heat of her pussy against my cock. She could feel it too. But she simply relaxed, resting her head on my chest as I cuddled her, pulling up the covers to keep us warm.

Our stomachs eventually growled and we agreed to get up. Throwing on her panties, I gave her a shirt so she could cover herself up, while I threw on some warm clothes before heading out to the kitchen to find Mum was home, sitting at the table, drinking a tea.

"Take a seat, Mark," she said. I felt my stomach drop, and fear must have appeared on my face, as Mum smiled. "It's okay, Mark. Just take a seat. I'll cook you both breakfast in a minute." I took a seat, feeling my mouth open more than once to say something. She reached across to take my hand. "You're 25 years old, Mark. You're not in trouble with me. I just need to know one or two things."

"Okay," I replied carefully.

"Did you have sex last night?"

"Sort of. Er... I guess you could say we fooled around. But... how..."

"I knocked but didn't hear anything, and I know your sister is now in your room most of the time. Was I worried about that? No." Her eyes lit up. "Ah, Amy. Take a seat next to your brother." Amy no doubt figured out what this would be about, sitting next to me, taking my hand in hers. "I was just asking your brother about what I figured out. So, you were obviously fast asleep, and I was getting breakfast ready. What I noticed on the floor was all your clothes, Amy, and there was no doubt you were both naked."

"Mum..." Amy started to say.

Mum took her hand this time. "Amy, I've never been blind to the fact you've... loved your brother more than just the love siblings have for one another." She looked at me. "Mark, you've just had a major heart-break, so the only advice I can give you is don't treat your sister like a rebound."

"Mum, I'd never do that. There's no-one I trust more than my sister."

"Why are you being so understanding?" Amy wondered.

"Because if I were to sit here and freak out, tell you what you're doing is wrong, or that I forbid it, then there is a very good chance you'll leave, and I don't want to lose my children. I was a single child, so was your father, so I don't know what it's like to have a sibling, but if you are truly serious about this, then you have my blessing. You're old enough to make this decision between yourselves. All I ask is that you be careful. You're fortunate most people don't know you up here, but even then, there are those who know who you are." She took a deep breath. "Breakfast?"

"I'd love some. I'm starving," I replied.

Amy immediately cuddled into me and I think had a little weep. That had Mum circling the table, kissing her daughter on the cheek, before doing the same to me. "I love my children, if they want to love each other, then I'm not going to stand in the way. Your father might be a different proposition though. Just be careful about that."

"I'm moving into his room," she whispered, "I'll keep the other room as my office. If that's okay, Mark?"

"You're with me nearly every night anyway, so it'll be just make it more official. You don't mind, Mum?"

"No. I think you look rather cute together, to be honest."

We spent most of the day together as a trio, not doing all that much around the house. Mum practically told me to take Sunday's off from everything so I relaxed, not wanting to watch me work myself into the ground. Amy managed to separate her work and personal life rather well, and now that her room would be turned into an office, she suggested just closing the door outside her working hours would help keep the balance.

Mum stayed up long enough that night to see Amy and I off to bed. Starting early as always, all I wanted was sleep, but after Mum gave Amy a tight hug, she gave me one too. "Can I admit something, Mark?" she whispered.

"Of course."

"I find the idea of you and Amy together a little... exciting." I leaned back, my face no doubt expressing surprise, but I almost laughed. "Look, the three of us know it's wrong, correct?" I nodded to that. "But I won't lie and think that Amy is a lucky young woman, and that you are a lucky young man. Your father and I certainly produced a pair of fine children." Then she kissed my cheek and headed to her room. "Love you both," she called before closing the door.

Joining Amy in bed, I pulled back the blankets to find her naked underneath. Figuring that was the way it would be going forward, I took off my underwear and joined her, Amy immediately cuddling into my side. "So Mum find the idea of us together a little exciting," I whispered.

Amy giggled. "Guess it adds a little to her own life, the fact something so... taboo is happening in the house." She kissed my cheek. "Want to fool around?" she asked, breathing near my ear, "I know you have an early start."

"Does my sister want some attention again?" I asked.

"God yes. More than anything, Mark."

I happily kissed down her body, not surprised by the fact she was already wet and hot for me. I had a feeling she was turned on half the time just being around me. I teased her something fierce, enjoying her taste, taking great delight in the noises she made, the way her body moved as she grew ever more turned on, until I finally granted her release. And now that our mother knew, she didn't care about being quiet.

After a couple of orgasms, only stopping myself because I'd just keep going otherwise, I happily plonked myself down next to her, resting my head on a hand as I watched her slowly recover. She finally looked at me and smiled. "I can't wait until you fuck me, Mark."

"Any rush?"

"None whatsoever. It will happen eventually, though hopefully I won't have to wait too long."

"I just want to make you smile, Amy, and what I'm doing now certainly earns what I like to see on your face."

"My big brother is far too big a sweetheart," she said, cuddling into me, "What a fucking idiot she was." She sighed. "Sorry, I should really forget about her."

"Still married, though as we're now separated and I'm no longer wearing that damned ring, I'm treating this basically like leaving an ex-girlfriend. I'm now free to move on. Dad met his current fiancée while still going through the divorce process with Mum. I'm not going to lie here feeling guilty about this in any sort of way. I've left her. I'm now free to pursue what I want. And if that person is my sister..."

"I pursued you, Mark. I like to think I left you no other option."

"Well, no-one else I trust more than you. Well, I think you, Mum and Dad are at the same level of trust. Maybe Chris and Cathy after everything. They're talking about visiting soon. That might be awkward for us."

"We'll get through it."

I woke earlier than Amy as always, leaving her cocooned in the blankets, looking as adorable as always when I kissed her cheek. Mum was up early as always, joining her at the table with some toast and coffee of my own. Mum met my eyes and started to blush, clearing her throat. "So I'm figuring Amy has decided she no longer has to be quiet?"

"Shit, sorry, Mum."

"As I said, Mark, it's exciting. I've been alone in this house for a few years now. My children are now back, they are quite obviously falling in love, and they are expressing that love through intimacy. And my son... well, he must be doing something right to make my daughter produce those sort of sounds."

I met her eyes again. All she returned was that same sweet smile I'd seen throughout my life. "Mum, if it gets weird for you..."

"Don't even mention it. This is your home. Both of you. Stay as long as you want. Honestly, I'd love you to stay permanently, but I know you'll want to fly the coop again eventually."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm your mother, you're both adults, it's not like having small children under my feet. You're both mature, responsible, and have been nothing but a help around the house. And I love your company. Having this big house to myself, you know I was a little lonely at times."

"Why haven't you met anyone, Mum?" I asked rather bluntly.

"I'm not really sure, to be honest. Met one or two decent men but I just didn't feel that spark I felt with your father when we first started dating."

"When did you last..." I paused and chuckled. "Fuck, I was just about to ask my mother a very personal question on a Monday morning."

She chuckled herself. "I take matters into my own hands, Mark." That had me raising my head, feeling my jaw drop. She smiled at me. "I'm a middle-aged woman, Mark. I'm not a nun. There's a reason why young men like MILFs, after all."

"Holy shit, Mum!"

"As to your unasked question, I enjoy sex as much as the next woman, but after your father, I didn't just want to go out and find the first man who got hard at the sight of me. I wanted it to mean something." She took my hand again. "It's why I'm happy it's your sister, Mark. There are two women in your life who love you unconditionally. You're now being intimate with one of them, and the other loves looking after you again. You're a grown man, but you'll always been my little boy in many ways."

"Thank, Mum," I said softly.

"Now I'm going to do a couple of chores before I get to work. I'm taking on a couple of other art projects that will keep me occupied. It's nice having your sister around during the day, at least."

It was another busy week at work, but I received plenty of interest in my online job adverts. Though I didn't like asking them, aware it would be the weekend, I eventually asked them to visit on Saturday for an interview. I had six applicants in all, and it was bloody difficult to choose between them. If I could have afforded it, I'd have happily taken on all six, but I spent the next week talking it over with my sister, who had sat in on the interviews with me, as she'd sat in a few herself, before choosing the two young men I'd take on as apprentices. Both were young and leaving school early, eager to start work and earning a wage.

Every night was filled with more fooling around between Amy and I, though we hadn't taken that last step yet. There was no doubt she loved the attention from me, but I definitely surprised her, and I think she found something she might enjoy, when in the middle of eating her out, I flipped her round, got her on her knees, then licked up to her puckered little arsehole. She giggled for a few seconds, suggesting it tickled, before I had two fingers in her pussy while keeping my tongue busy where it was, and she suddenly had a new thing to enjoy.

What I learned is that my sister loved sucking cock. Actually, I'll put that differently. She loved sucking my cock. She gave blowjobs before, but admitted she did it simply due to the expectation. But given I was so willing to go down on her, she was more than willing to do it in return, but then she'd happily do it without any reciprocation. She loved to swallow, but she also asked more than once to cum on her face, her breasts, or just anywhere I wanted. Though she insisted, when we did finally make love, I was finishing nowhere except inside her.

As for our mother, there's no doubt she heard a lot of what went on in our bedroom. I suggested to my sister more than once that I think she was turned on by it, possibly even masturbating to it. Amy found that rather sweet, if anything. "She's a single woman in her forties. She's finding excitement where she can, Mark. And, as she said, you're looking after me, I'm looking after you, so I'm not bothered by it. Are you?"

I wasn't, but just occasionally, I'd walk into the kitchen in the morning to see Mum sitting at the table, looking rather rosy cheeked and happy with herself, and I had a feeling she'd enjoyed the previous night too. But I wasn't going to embarrass her. I think it was almost an unwritten rule that whatever happened under the roof stayed between us.

It is spring-time when the jacaranda trees finally come into bloom and the streets are filled by rows of gorgeous colours and wondrous scents. By mid-spring, the festival would start and a half-day public holiday would be observed on the first Thursday in November. People come from across the region, even the state, to take part, crowds wandering the quiet streets, taking endless photos as it is quite simply a breath-taking, beautiful sight. We weren't quite there yet, but spring had sprung, and life slowly returned to the city after a long, cold winter, at least by Australian standards.

It was our usual Saturday night date out on the town. Very few people knew we were siblings, so had no problem strolling along hand in hand whenever we were out, cuddling and kissing where appropriate, though we were not massively into public displays of affection, preferring to keep that sort of stuff behind closed doors. But that night, early in spring time, was when Amy seemed to be ready to make that final step. I'd been ready for a while but I was always going to leave it to her. I knew it was a big moment for both of us.

Returning home earlier than normal, Amy almost insisted we leave after a single drink after dinner, she practically dragged me to the bedroom. I knew why but had to ask what's the hurry. "Because despite the fact I have something to prevent pregnancy, I still ovulate, I'm really fucking horny at the moment, and just the thought of you finishing inside me, and then..." She trailed off as she rested her head against me, "Mark, have you researched into having children?"

"Actually, yeah, I started looking as I knew it was a conversation we'd need to have eventually."

"So have I," she whispered, glancing into my eyes, "The chances of anything going wrong are surprisingly slim. But... Mum might freak about that. Sex is one thing, having children..."

"Why don't we worry about it after we've actually had sex?"

We practically tore our clothes off before tumbling onto the bed. Though I gave her body attention as always, there was no doubt we both had something else on our minds, so though I happily ate her out as always, she asked me to stop after a single orgasm, making sure I was resting above her. I grinned as I teased her, rubbing the head of my cock against her, feeling how warm, wet and willing she was and would be. "I love you, Amy," I whispered.

"How much do you love me?" she asked softly.

"I love you as my sister, and I'm in love with you too."

I half-expected tears to that confession. Instead, I received one of those smiles I loved seeing on her face, her hand coming up to my cheek. "Mark, I've been in love with you since I was a teenager. I thought I'd just have to let go of those feelings. Now I can embrace them and be with you just how I want."

I slowly slid my cock inside her. The head first, making her gasp and grin, as I slowly but surely buried inch and after inch until our groins bumped into each other. Both of us looked down to see where my cock had disappeared. "Well, about fucking time, Mark!" she exclaimed, "But fuck me, it was worth the wait. And seemingly endless orgasms at times."

Slowly thrusting into her, I simply watched her face, just enjoying the feeling of her warm, wet pussy sheathed around my cock. Fuck, she felt wonderful. Part of me wanted to say even better than the soon to be ex-wife, but I was surprised that I barely thought about her nowadays. I took my time, barely upping the tempo, though I knew I was probably going to cum rather quickly from the sheer excitement. As for Amy, I think she was a little too overcome to say anything, so relied on her breathing, her moans, and her hands all over my body to let me know what she was thinking and feeling.

Feeling her legs wrap around me, I started to pump into her a little faster, her eyes lighting up as I felt that tingle. I groaned in frustration as I didn't want to finish yet. "Cum in me, Mark," she whispered, "Cum in me. We have all night."
"I know, but first time... wanted longer..."

She caressed my cheek. "Rest of our lives," she said, kissing my cheek, running her fingers through my hair, "Cum in your sister."

I tried my best to last as long as possible, but as the tempo of my thrusts increased further, and the noises she made told me she was having the time of her life, little wonder that I just had to finally relax and allow the release. I gave her one last warning before burying my cock and exploding inside her, feeling spurt after spurt fill her. I kissed her hard, groaning into her mouth, feeling her arms and legs wrap me up tightly

"I've waited years for that feeling," she whispered, "And now it's real. I love you so much, Mark."

To my surprise, I think the fact it was with my sister meant my cock barely want semi-soft, and it certainly didn't take long until I was hard again. Placing my hands under the back of her knees, this time I fucked her a little harder, and she loved it. "Fuck me," she cried, "Oh god, fuck me."

We learned the bed was a little squeaky in the next few minutes and the headboard did lightly bang against the wall, but we cared nothing about either. If we were fucking, we weren't going to stop for a couple of noises. I looked down to watch my cock disappear inside her perfect pussy, while she was almost mesmerised by it at times, almost as if in disbelief that it was actually happening.

Moving her legs so her feet rested on my shoulders, she started to giggle. "Oooh, I like this position. You feel..." She moaned before adding, "Deeper. And your dick already feels big as it is."

"If you're uncomfortable or..."

"Fuck me."

So I fucked her. I moved her legs around. She moved her legs around. I suggested a few other things we could do later, but she happily lay there as we fooled around. I helped bring her to orgasm with a licked thumb and a gentle fondle of her clit. We wore each other out by the time I finished inside her a second time, feeling her relax her legs to either side of me, while I rested on my forearms, feeling her fingers travelling up and down my back. "Okay, if it's always going to be that fucking good, Mark..."

"Your pussy is something else, Amy."

"Yeah."

"Fuck it, much better than... her..." I met her eyes. "Guess it's because you're my sister helps too."

"Well, my big brother lives up to his name. Biggest dick I've had. And I think your cock was made for my pussy." I pulled out and lay beside her, Amy turning onto her side to snuggle into me. "So that's it now, right? No going back?"

"Amy, I'll be honest, my mind was made up after that first night I went down on you. You're intelligent, beautiful, sexy, a wonderful human being. I'd be lucky to call you my partner through life." That made her lower lip start to tremble, so I pulled her close, feeling her head resting against my chest. "Just being honest, Amy. I'm just glad I never ignored you, even when getting on with my own life. I could never have done it. You were always the best of us."

She started to cry, though I think it was the overriding emotion of having made love, then letting her know how I truly felt. It was a quick little cry, leaning back so I could wipe her cheeks clean. "I want a baby with you," she whispered.

"I figured you would. More than one?" She nodded. "We'll need to talk about that. But we'll worry about that later. Right now, let's just enjoy what we share a little while."

"Few years?"

"Yeah, as you said, there's no rush. But we're serious about this. We've walked through that door. No going back now, and I don't want to anyway."

We needed a shower after all that, wandering to the bathroom naked without a care in the world, changing our minds once in the bathroom to enjoy a long and luxurious bath rather than a shower. Mum enjoyed bubbles and scented oils as much as Amy, and she was quite happy to sit back against me, my hands running up and down her body, occasionally turning her head to kiss me.

Getting out, we dried off and headed out to see Mum sitting in the living room, sipping a glass of wine. She looked at us and smiled. "You made love tonight," she said

"How the fuck..." I started to ask.

"Oh please, like you two don't look like the cat who caught the canary. You're my children, and though I shouldn't know your 'I've just had sex' faces, I remember what you used to look like after visiting Hayley, Mark. And there's no missing the satisfied grin on my daughter's face that tells me she's in love and just had love made to her."

"Best night of my life, Mum," Amy said softly.

"Good. Now, I'm just going to finish this wine then go to bed."

"Been here earlier, Mum, you would have heard," I said, half-teasing.

She smirked. "I heard enough, Mark. I heard enough."

Waking the next morning to soft lips around my cock, I lifted the blankets to see Amy happily blowing me, though we threw the blankets back so she could mount and ride me. I had my hands all over her body in second, pulling her down so I could get my lips around those lovely nipples of hers. She made plenty of noise, waxing lyrical about my big cock, which is always nice to hear, and I was pleased when she managed to orgasm just from riding my cock alone, not touching herself anywhere else.

Then I noticed the door was open, glancing past my sister to see Mum standing in the doorway, relaxing against the frame. I was a little surprised at first, but then couldn't help smile. Amy then glanced back and started to giggle. "Morning, Mum," she murmured.

"Sorry, I just... had to see..."

Amy held out her hand. "Come here, Mum."

Mum grabbed her hand, Amy making sure she was sat on the edge of the bed, as she resumed riding me, Amy resting a hand on my chest, the other fondling her clit, now determined to make herself orgasm even better. "God, Mum, his cock is so good," she moaned. "You made me just right, his cock is perfect for my pussy."

I noticed Mum wipe her cheeks out of the corner of my eye. "This is so beautiful," she whispered.

"Cum for me, little sister. Cum for your big brother." She started to quiver, though she didn't relent on fondling her clit nor bouncing up and down on my cock. "Keep going. Keep going. Don't stop, Amy."

"Oh god," she whimpered, "I need to cum."

"Keep going, Amy," Mum said, "Enjoy your brother."

"Mum... it's wonderful..."

I glanced at Mum, who watched with that sweet smile on her face, though the colour in her cheeks suggested she was turned on. I guess anyone would be watching two people clearly in love, making love. Returning my attention to Amy, she was on the verge of one hell of an orgasm, so that's when I started to move, as mine wasn't far away either.

"Oh fuck.... Oh fuck... Oh my fucking god!" Amy cried. It was an orgasm of biblical proportions. It must have surged through her entire body. She simply couldn't keep going, collapsing onto my chest, and I must have thrust for another thirty seconds before I finished inside her again. Then we just lay in near silence, only our heavy breathing, carefully touching Amy as I knew she'd be extra-sensitive after that.

"I'll make some breakfast," Mum said, "I'll see you after you've had a shower."

She stood up and wandered out of the bedroom, as Amy met my eyes and started to giggle. "Well, Mum's seen us fuck now."

"Weird?"

"No, I think she genuinely finds it sweet. Maybe a little erotic..."

Sliding off my lap, we quickly put on some underwear, Amy getting into one of my shirts. I put a finger to my lips for quiet as I guided her out of the door towards the kitchen. Glancing around the corner, Mum was at the counter, her panties clearly around her ankles, her nightdress bunched up, her fingers clearly hard at work between her legs. Amy noticed and kissed my cheek. So I thought I'd have my own fun by sneaking up behind her. She almost jumped with fright to start with as Amy walked up beside her. "Keep going," I whispered into her ear.

"Mark," she almost sobbed, "I'm so turned on."

"Keep going, Mum," Amy said, "You obviously enjoyed what you saw."

She wasted no time touching herself again, though leaned back against me as Amy cuddled into our side. "You're not weirded out?" Mum moaned.

"Nope. You just watched me have sex with my sister. The fact you needed to masturbate after that? I'd have done the same thing."

"I... do it quite often when I hear you. You obviously keep my daughter happy."

Amy giggled. "Mum, we assumed that already."

She was clearly turned on as she enjoyed an orgasm rather quickly, feeling her legs clench and I had to hold her up as she wanted to fall to the floor. Relaxing back against me, she took a moment to calm down before starting to laugh. "Dear god, I just masturbated in the kitchen with my children present. Actually, I did it while my son was holding me..."

"I thought it was rather hot, Mum."

"You look really pretty right now, Mum," Amy added.

Mum turned around and kissed my cheek, then realised I was almost naked and looked down, looking up and she had a look on her face that she approved. "Scoot to the shower. Both of you. I need to make breakfast."

I hugged her tightly, feeling her arms around me in return. "I love you, Mum."

"I love you too, sweetie." Amy joined the hug, Mum kissing her cheek. "And love you too, baby. My children are wonderful. Now, as I said, scoot. And try not to have any funny business in the shower."

Heading to the bathroom, Amy and I spent most of the time snuggling, before the door was pulled back, and I saw my mother naked for the first time in years. She was... gorgeous. Just an older version of Amy. Smaller breasts, wider hips, but she clearly looked after herself. Thicker hair above her pussy than her daughter. She bit her lower lip nervously, Amy offering her hand. "Come join us, Mum. Nothing to be frightened of."

"This isn't weird?"

"Mum, people will think Mark and I being together is weird. You wanting to join us in the shower is nothing compared to that."

I was rock hard again and with Mum between myself and Amy, my cock was soon brushing up against her, which earned plenty of laughter from her. "I have a beautiful daughter and my son definitely has a big cock," she said.

Amy swapped placed and figured she'd shown off by dropping to her knees, taking her cock in her mouth. Mum smiled as I moved enough that she could stand by to my side in the cubicle, noticing her watch in amazement as my entire cock disappeared into her mouth and throat. "I love sucking his cock, Mum," she murmured.

"I can see that, baby," Mum replied softly, "She's good, Mark?"

"She's wonderful, Mum."

"Do you want privacy? I can..."

Amy took her hand. "Stay, Mum. Watch your children have fun."

"Want to finger yourself again?" I whispered into her ear. Mum smiled and kissed my cheek. "I'd like to watch you properly."

Mum smiled again but turned to lean back against the wall, her fingers immediately moving to between her legs. Watching my mother masturbate was something I never thought I'd see in my lifetime, one hand caressing her breasts, the other between her legs. She was mesmerised by her daughter blowing me, clearly turned on by it, and it was little wonder she actually had an orgasm before I filled my sister's mouth. Once she'd swallowed and sat back, Mum needed a tight hug, holding her to my body. "This should feel weird but it doesn't," she whispered.

"We're having fun, Mum. As you said, we're all adults, open-minded. So don't worry about it. Helps my mother is as hot as my sister."

That made her lean back, her face clearly surprised. "You think that, sweetie?"

"Mum, you're fucking gorgeous," Amy replied on my behalf.

She sighed. "Thank you, both of you. Now, I'd better actually get breakfast ready now."

Leaving Amy and I alone, she started to giggle. "Well, I've just sucked my brother's thick cock in front of our own mother. It felt... so naughty but I'm so turned on now."

Turning her around, I held her tight to my chest and fondled her until she enjoyed another orgasm, then we finally washed down and stepped out. Breakfast was nearly ready by the time we were done, Mum putting the finishing touches to some bacon and eggs, a pot of coffee and tea in the middle of the table. Once she was sat down, I walked around to the back of her chair and leaned down, undoing the tie of her dressing gown. "Are you naked under there, Mum?" She nodded wordlessly. "So that means I can see your pussy again?"

"Mark!" she exclaimed with a giggle.

"No touching, we're just looking, Mum," Amy said.

I walked around the table back to my chair, digging into my breakfast. Mum sat there in half a daze, though she left her gown undone so I got a look at the smooth skin of her body. She really was just a mature version of Amy. She couldn't wipe the grin from her face whenever looking at Amy and I. She looked even happier now.

Finishing up breakfast, Amy and I cleaned up the kitchen as always. "Mark, I think we might need to talk about something else," she whispered.

"What?"

She turned to me. "Would making love to our mother bother you?"

I looked out the window and almost shook my head as I chuckled. "First my sister, now my mother."

"I think she might be considering it, that's all."

"What do you think?"

"I love you, Mark, but she's also my mother. And she needs a good man in her life. Who better than her son? I know you'll never leave me, and I think we might just stay in this house together."

"You think she's really... I mean, yeah, we certainly crossed a bridge this morning, but I never touched her intimately, nor did you. We just saw things we'd normally never see."

"I think seeing me with you this morning may have caused her to reconsider any of her old inhibitions." She took my hand. "Do you think Mum's beautiful?"

I felt myself smile. "I've always thought Mum was pretty. All little boys do about their mothers who dote on them in return."

"Now you're a man, and she's a woman. Say you were single, out and about..."

"Definitely try and hit on her. Badly, but I'd try."

"So, the question is, if she was actually interested, would you be willing to take that sort of step with your own mother? Would it be any different to your sister?"

"Amy, I'm in love with you. You're asking me if I want to take a second lover. I'd be no worse than..."

She turned me towards her, taking both my hands. "No, Mark. Nothing like her. You won't be cheating. I'm your sister. Mum is... Mum. We would all know the situation and we'd all be together. She's not just going to be random pussy." I sat back in the chair and blew air out of my cheeks, running a hand over my head. Amy squeezed my hands. "I know it's a big decision, Mark. I won't force you to make a decision right now, and I think Mum is... perhaps a little confused about her own feelings. I think this morning was almost testing the waters, seeing how we'd react."

"What about you?" I asked.

"I love my mother. Enough to be intimate if you two were? I don't know. I've never been with a woman. But I know I could sit and watch you be with our mother and feel nothing but love for you both. Though I say that now only with images of what it might look like in my mind."

Needing to actually put on some clothes, we were returning to our bedroom when we heard sounds coming from Mum's room. The door was ajar, gently pushing it open to see our mother lying back on her bed, eyes closed, her legs spread wide, gently thrusting a dildo into her pussy. It was one of the most erotic sights I'd seen in my life. I'd never seen my mother on display in such a manner before. When she moaned my name, I felt my jaw drop wide, though all Amy did was cuddle into my side. "Told you so," she whispered.

I gently pulled the door closed to where it was as we returned to our room, closing the door, before we sat on the edge of the bed. "Holy shit," I muttered.

"I think we need a few conversations in the coming days, Mark. First, our future."

"Is together, Amy."

That earned a kiss on my cheek. "Second, children. That will require serious consideration and discussion. I think Mum would be supportive. But there will be risks."

I took her hand in mine, kissing the back of hers. "We'll figure it out."

"Thirdly, our mother. I love you, Mark, and I know you love me. The question is, it's obvious our mother has desires. I don't want to ignore her. I love Mum and want her to be as happy as we are. And if it's you that makes her happy..."

"Amy, I..."

She put a finger to my lips. "Don't make a decision now, Mark. Think on it for a while." She moved the finger, placing her hand on my chest. "Right now, I want Mum to feel what I feel. If I were to be in the position she was this morning, while she was in mine, I know I'd smile. Probably cry from seeing her so happy. The big step is for you. Making love to your sister is one thing. Making love to your mother, I guess, is a whole different ballgame."

"Yeah, what happened this morning was quite the big deal as it was. We watched our own mother masturbate... and I was holding her in my arms while doing it."

"How did that feel?"

I chuckled. "Never felt closer to her, in all honesty."

"Then you have to face our own feelings when considering it, but I think Mum is slowly but surely letting you know what she might want." She leaned up to kiss me. "Mark, I can't remember being happier, in a better place, than I am right now. You make me smile every damned day, and if you could do the same for my mother, then that would only make my own smile even brighter."

"Guess I have things to consider."

"Whatever decision you make, I'll support it, no matter what. Part of me wants to be selfish. I love you more than anything, but I love my mother dearly, and want her to be happy too."

I hugged my sister tightly, feeling more unsure than I had since I'd walked away from my wife. At least that was now just in the background of my life. Being with my sister wasn't confusing, but was full of potential pitfalls. But adding my mother to our relationship would either be wonderful for the three of us, or would just turn into a disaster.

Returning to work the next week would give me plenty of time to think.

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A/N -- I'll admit something. I wrote the last part of the story (with 'Mum' possibly being involved) around three or four times. One version she wasn't involved at all. One version, she certainly was in a larger way than written. So I've settled on the above for now, opening the possibility but I'll make up my mind later, as this quite clearly needs at least a second chapter. Part of me thinks I keep it as a simple brother-sister romance, but adding 'Mum' would make her happy too.
Flame Trees Ch. 02a
Love and romance between a man, his sister and his mother.
A/N - Hello, Literotica. I'm back with another tale. And I have one question for you...

Is it fair to call this the long-awaited sequel to 'Flame Trees'?

I wrote 'Flame Trees' with absolutely no intention of writing a follow-up. My own opinion as the author was that I didn't think it needed one as you, the reader, can make up your own minds about what happens when the first chapter ended.

But I've seen enough demand in the comments that people wanted to see what happened next. However, as the comments were so equally split about if the mother should be involved or not, I'm actually writing two versions of a second chapter to satisfy both sides of the argument. One will have the mother involved; the other won't involve her.

Usual caveats. All editing and reviewing done by the author with Microsoft Word. Spelling is usually spot on. Australian / British English. Definitely the occasional typo. Grammar can be ropey at times, but it's been a long time since I sat in a classroom. All mistakes owned up to by the author. Please remember this is only fantasy and I'm an amateur.

Comments and feedback appreciated as always.

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My sister had given me one hell of a dilemma and I knew it wasn't going to be an easy decision to make. I love my sister. I was in love with my sister. But I also loved my mother, and if I looked deep into my heart, I knew my feelings for her were not only those of a son after all that had happened between the three of us in the past few days.

But memories of what happened with Hayley still burned bright in my mind. That gave me pause. She'd been cheating on me for most of our relationship. Amy had given me the green light to pursuing something with our mother. Hell, she'd insinuated that even she might be open minded enough to experiment with our mother at the same time. Sure, my mind thought of possibilities that the three of us could end up together, but I had a bad feeling it would end in heartache for one if not all of us.

I knew I had to do some research, not about incestuous relationships. There are no rules to those anyway. Since starting up my relationship with Amy, I'd been online to read erotic stories, finding plenty of sons and brothers who would end up sharing the love with their siblings, mother, aunts and cousins.

Returning home that night with the words of my sister still ringing in my ears, she greeted me with a passionate kiss, moulding her body against mine. She smiled as my hands made their way to her firm arse. "Miss me, baby?" she whispered before kissing me again, and the smile on her face broadened when she felt my erection. "Is that for me, big brother?" she teased.

"It will be later, little sister," I whispered into her ear, feeling her shudder as my hot breath caressed her skin.

"I can't wait," she whispered back, "I miss you every day."

Walking through the house after dumping my stuff, I found Mum in the kitchen preparing dinner for the three of us. She either didn't hear me approach or was wondering what I'd do, but when I came up behind her, sliding one hand over her stomach with another hand caressing one of her breasts, she leaned back, and I knew she was smiling.

"Now that's not how a son should be greeting his mother," she stated softly, "Mostly because his hand should be down my panties..."

"So, I'm guessing that you're completely on board with the idea?"

"Amy and I talked about her idea." She stopped cutting vegetable to lean back against me, ensuring her head was against my shoulder. "I don't want to interfere, sweetheart. I really don't. But I can't deny an attraction... I love watching my children make love, but there's a part of me that wants to involve myself too."

Amy cuddled into both of us, resting her head against my back. "This is nice, all three of us together," she said, "Is he still hard, Mum?"

"He is poking me right now."

"Blame your daughter, Mum. That first kiss was a scorcher!"

Releasing my mother, she turned around and kissed my cheek, but the gaze into my eyes spoke of nothing but her love for me as her son. Caressing my cheek, she told me to go relax after a hard day at work, Amy taking my hand and leading me outside to sit on the veranda. Ensuring I was sat down, she returned a couple of minutes later with a beer for me and a glass of wine for herself, curling her legs underneath her.

We remained sitting in silence until Mum called that dinner was ready. We hoovered down her food, complimenting our mother as always for her excellent cooking. We sat together on the couch in the living room once we'd cleaned up, me in the middle with my sister to one side, my mother to the other, both cuddling into me.

Mum was the first to get up and leave, kissing both of us before disappearing. "She won't push things," Amy told me once we were in bed ourselves, "She will leave any decision to both of us."

"I really don't know, Amy. I'm still dealing with the divorce in a way. I try not to think about it, but it's in the background. Then there's you, Amy. I'm in love with you and I don't want to ruin what we have."

She cuddled me so tightly... And then I felt her shake as she cried. "You won't ruin a thing," she sobbed into my chest, "But the decision is yours. I just don't want Mum to be alone the rest of her life. And who better to show her all the love in the world than her son, and occasionally her daughter. I think it can work, but I will understand completely if you think it won't."

"Maybe I should sort out that part of my life before I decide? I need a completely clear mind."

She leaned back, turning my head to see her smiling. "I know you love us both, Mark. I understand this isn't easy with what's going on elsewhere. And I know Mum won't put any pressure on either of us. The ball is in our court, so to speak."

Waking up the next morning with a smile on my face, as my sister was never going to sleep without her brother making love to her, Mum was in the kitchen, standing by the sink, gazing out over the backyard. Wearing a robe, I stood behind her and reached around to undo the tie, pulling it apart to expose her body.

"Mum," I whispered, as I ran my fingers over her soft skin, "You know I love you so much..."

"I know," she replied softly, leaning back against me, turning her head to kiss my cheek, "But I know this is so difficult for you too."

"You're beautiful, Mum. You're my sister just with a couple of decades of experience."

"And I could use that experience when I'm riding your big cock."

Chuckling together, I turned my head to leave a soft kiss on her lips. "And I bet I'd love every second, Mum, particularly if my sister is there with us."

"She'd have her pussy on your face, and I'd love to see my little girl orgasm, knowing it was her brother pleasing her so much."

Pausing a moment, I finally asked, "Have you been reading too?"

"I found a site that had so many incest stories. A lot of them were awful, but there were a lot written by amateurs who had real talent. Some relationships were just between a brother and sister, or a mother and son. But there were plenty that had a man involved with his mother and his sister. I thought they were incredibly erotic."

"I've done reading too, about incestuous relationships between siblings, but also between mother's and sons. Part of me wants to be intimate with you, Mum. And I mean that hand on heart. The idea of you being underneath me as I slowly sink my cock inside you..."

Mum turned around and clutched me tightly, and before I knew it, she was sobbing against my chest. "I need to confess something, Mark," she whispered, "And Amy should hear it too."

Leaving Mum to tie her robe back up, I gently woke up Amy, greeted by a warm smile, pointing at her lips without a word. After a long kiss, making her smile even more, I told her Mum needed to share something and I had a feeling it was going to be something big. And, if I was guessing correctly, something to do with me.

Sliding out of bed, she gave me a moment to take in her naked body. She loved posing for me. She loved being naked with me. And it helped I thought she was so beautiful. After putting on her robe, she followed me out to the kitchen, Mum waiting for us at the table with a coffee for each of us and a piece of cake.

That told me it was serious. The fact she was still crying had me hugging her tightly against, feeling her fingers almost dig into my back as she started to sob again.

"Mummy," Amy whispered, hearing her upset at seeing our mother in floods of tears.

"Just a release," Mum finally said softly, "I've repressed a lot of feelings that are now bursting forth."

When Mum calmed down, I moved my chair, so I was closer to her and held her hand. Amy moved closer to the other side, resting her head against Mum's upper arm. Mum remained quiet for a couple of minutes, clearly collecting her thoughts, before she took a deep breath.

"I'm about to admit something I've never told anyone, but it mostly affects you, Mark. And if it affects you, it will now affect your sister. The truth of the matter is that I never liked Hayley, Mark. She always rubbed me the wrong way. I never knew she was out there cheating on you, but there was just something about her. You were so in love with her, though, that I knew I couldn't intervene. As I said, I didn't want to interfere, and I knew me saying anything about your girlfriend at the time wouldn't have helped. I know we've spoken about the divorce from your father. The honest truth is we hadn't been in love for a long time. And... I know he was in love with someone else."

"We know, Mum. Dad admitted it to us," Amy said. Mum glanced at me, and I nodded my agreement. Though I still loved my father, it did put a strain on our relationship. Whether he actually cheated physically or not didn't matter. It still sounded like an emotional affair, and he admitted to having fallen out of love with our mother years before, the pair only staying until we were both old enough.

"Your father wasn't the only one," Mum whispered, "I was falling in love with someone else. I'd been in love with him all his life. I saw him grow into such a fine young man, the sort of men any mother would be proud of. I knew he was going to do such great things. But I knew, if I acted on my feelings, it could ruin his life. It was one of the reasons I chose to leave. Remaining near him, keeping all my feelings buried, would have simply been too difficult." Mum turned to look at Amy. "I know exactly how you felt, Amy."

"I've been in love with him all my life too," Amy said with a smile.

"You should have told me, Mum," I said.

"What would I have said, Mark? 'Mark, I'm your mother, but I would also love to be your girlfriend. I'd love nothing more than for you to take me to bed and absolutely fuck the life out of me every single night. I will do anything you want. All I want is to be with my son for the rest of my life'. There's only one way that conversation would have gone. You would have cut me out of your life."

"I don't know about that, Mum. Probably would have been weirded out at the time. And I definitely wouldn't have told Hayley."

"What do you think now though?"

"Amy?" I had to ask.

"I totally understand how our mother feels, Mark. And now that I know the truth, it makes me feel even better about what we've spoken about, how I would be more than willing to share you with our mother. I'm not saying we'd have constant threesomes, and that the three of us would sleep together, but our mother needs to be loved..."

"I feel so guilty about how I feel. First it was the fact you were with Hayley. I'm not going to say I'm happy to be proven right, as I hate seeing my son hurt so badly, but my mother's intuition was right regarding her. Now I'm finding myself in a similar situation, the difference being that it's my own daughter who I might hurt, and that's the last thing I want." Mum turned to gaze into my eyes. "But I can't hold back my feelings any longer, Mark. I love you as far more than just a son. I want to give you my heart, my body, my soul. I want to feel you above me as you slide that wonderful cock of yours deep into my pussy, and I want to feel you orgasm and fill me with your cream. I would welcome you home every night with a blowjob by the front door, something I'm sure your sister would help with."

"God yes!" she exclaimed.

"I'd make myself available to you whenever you wanted, Mark. My mouth. My pussy. And my arse. I never gave your father or anyone else my arse. It's still a virgin hole, but I'd love my son to have it. A lot of people wonder why, but it's still a taboo, even today. But most important is that Amy will be your first wife in the end. I'd be your..."

"Equal first wife," Amy stated, cuddling our mother, "We would all be equal if the relationship comes to fruition."

"I know I'm dumping a hell of a lot on you right now, Mark, and I'm sorry about that. I really am. And I'm not expecting an answer today, tomorrow or next week. You have things in your personal life that need sorting. You need to focus on your sister, talk to her, recognise the positives and negatives about accepting me into your relationship."

"Would you like to experiment with me, Mum?" Amy asked softly.

"More than anything, Amy. If we're going to do this, it will be all three of us. Would you like to return the favour?"

"I've never really thought about being with a woman, but the idea of licking pussy doesn't turn me off. I've watched lesbian porn... I mean the amateur stuff, not the shit they make for men."

Mum turned back to me. "I'm not expecting..."

I cut her off by leaning forward and kissing her, the sort of kiss I'd usually share with my sister. My mother whimpered as I pulled her close. When I finally pulled back, nothing would have wiped the smile off her face. "I need to think, Mum, but I love you too," I said softly.

"Take all the time you need, sweetie. And if you make the decision to not pursue this, I'll understand."

"Mum, it's going to hurt you and..."

She kissed my cheek and hugged me tightly. "This is on me, sweetie. Don't make any decision you're not comfortable with. Your sister understands completely how I feel. Any decision taken is entirely yours and we will support it either way."

It was weird being affectionate with my sister after that with our mother in the house. We didn't stop having sex every night, and my sister still woke me up most mornings with a fantastic blowjob, but our mother did stop coming into our bedroom to watch, aware it would be too difficult for her to watch her children making love.

But there were still moments I showed my mother how much I loved her. Though my sister always woke me up with a blowjob, she'd remain in bed as I needed to shower, eat breakfast and get ready for work far earlier. But Mum was always up and about having always been an early riser. Occasionally, I gave into at least some temptation. If she was wearing her robe, I undo the tie and allow my hands to caress her body. She'd lean back and smile as my hands would fondle her breasts. A couple of time, she ended up on the table practically naked, pressing her pussy into my covered bulge as there was no change of not getting an erection when her robe fell away, revealing her naked body.

"Oh baby," she'd coo as her arms and legs wrapped around me, "I don't mind you teasing me like this. I go back to bed once you're gone and masturbate something silly."

"Don't want to hurt you, Mum."

"You're not. Even this is more than enough. I know you tell Amy each and every time. She'd ready to tell you to just get it over with and fuck me!" Glancing down, I noticed she'd given her pussy a proper groom. Noticing my eyes, she whispered, "I know young men like their women well groomed. If my boy is going to lick my pussy, I want to be nice and smooth for him."

Life continued like this for a couple of months. Mum never pushed for more and seemed to just love any attention I'd give her. I knew I was pushing the boundaries, but Amy was present most of the time and simply urged us both on to do more. I knew she was doing her own research and would often whisper into my ear that she loved hearing from our mother what we were doing. But she wasn't pushing me too hard either.

The best reason to live in Grafton was that no-one really knew who we were. Mum had reconnected with old friends, but from the moment we'd arrived, she hadn't introduced us as her children. I had a feeling she knew Amy's feelings about me before I did. That meant I could date my sister openly without having to worry about a thing.

Work kept me busy, and I found myself travelling up and down the coast for work, but my business grew quickly, hiring a new person every couple of months as I did my best to keep up with demand. In addition to her own work, my sister helped with my accounts at the same time. I was good with figures but things like tax just left me confused.

It's amazing how months can just pass by in the blink of an eye. My sister and I were blissfully happy. Our sex life was fantastic. We spent most of our spare time together. And while the relationship with our mother didn't progress past teasing, fondling, and admittedly a lot of kissing, I couldn't remember seeing her happier. Although I knew she wanted for more than I was willing to give her at the moment, it didn't mean I wasn't always affectionate with her, and most nights ended with Mum and my sister snuggling into me as we relaxed either on the couch inside or on the veranda.

Then a spanner was thrown into the works in the form of my soon to be ex-wife. I'd left my lawyer to sort everything out back in Sydney and I had no intention of every really returning unless my sister and I agreed on seeing our father. But as we'd only heard from him a couple of times since we'd departed, it was obvious he'd moved on to focus on his new family. And being completely honest, neither myself mor my sister was particularly bothered.

"She's fighting the application, Mark," he explained, "She's demanding counselling in an attempt to salvage the marriage. She's trying to convince the judge that your relationship can be saved, and you know what it can be like. Even after being married for as long as you have been, the judge can order mandatory counselling if they believe it's worthwhile."

"Surely me not even being there would suggest I have no interest?"

"I'm doing what I can to fight it as counselling is usually only ordered if the marriage starts to collapse within the first couple of years. She's got a good lawyer though. No doubt aware it's bullshit, but the judge is sympathetic to the person not wanting a divorce. And, in the end, the judge is allowed to order counselling."

"I'm not returning to Sydney. If she's so desperate to apparently save this sham of a marriage, she can come north."

"I'll keep you in the loop, Mark, but this isn't going to be the cakewalk you thought it would be."

Amy immediately knew something was wrong as I returned home from work that same day as frustrated as I'd ever been. The moment I replied to one of her innocent questions rather abruptly, she took my hand and led me to the couch, forcing me to sit down before she straddled my chest.

"Tell me," She whispered, "I know it's Hayley. She's the only one that makes you this angry."

Sighing, I cuddled her and apologised first. She hugged me back, assured me that she understood why I was mad, but didn't like me being short with her. That just made me feel guilty, whispering how much I loved my little sister. Tickling her to make her laugh, we ended up sharing a very long, passionate kiss, before she pulled back. "Spill, Mark," she said, "You'll feel better. Want Mum?" Nodding, she slid off my lap, returning with our mother. "Mum, get naked, straddle your son's lap."
Mum didn't hesitate, taking off her t-shirt and shorts, smiling as she sashayed her hips as her shorts then panties hit the floor, before she undid her bra, stepping towards me barefoot. I was mesmerised as she carefully straddled my lap, her eyes gazing into mine. Pressing down on my obvious bulge had her moan. "Just want to make my son smile," she whispered, "What's wrong, baby?"

"Hayley wants to try counselling."

Mum looked ready to blow up before she took a deep breath and smiled. "Will it help the divorce?"

"She's just prolonging the inevitable."

"So go to counselling and be completely honest. You've moved hundreds of kilometres away. Explain you've established a life here. You've started a new relationship. You've broken every possible link with your wife possible to ensure the divorce should be granted."

"It's her last throw of the dice," Amy added, sitting next to us, snuggling against my side, "I understand why you're worried, Mark, but while the judge might be sympathetic, and perhaps hopeful of reconciliation, a couple of sessions will prove to any counsellor or therapist that your marriage isn't even on life support, it's dead."

Sighing, I knew they were both right, but I didn't really want to be in the same room as Hayley ever again, and I certainly didn't want to sit and listen to all the excuses she was no doubt going to give for her cheating.

"Maybe I could lie and claim to have discovered my true sexuality?" I joked.

"Or maybe you can just admit that you love being balls deep in your sister..."

"Might get in trouble for that."

"How about balls deep in your mother too?" Mum asked. I could feel my crotch getting damp and knew Mum was turned on sitting on my lap like she was. "Maybe you could just take both of us, and we'll bend over the desk, and you can just fuck us both?"

Mum moved off my lap as my sister lowered the zipper of my pants, took out my hard cock, and inhaled nearly every inch in one movement. As my sister blew me, our mother sat next to us, legs spread enough that she could play with her pussy at the same time. "That's it, Amy," she moaned, "Suck your big brother's cock. Are you going to swallow his cum like a good girl?"

"I do every time, Mummy," she said, before resuming her job.

"And you love your little sister sucking your big cock, Mark?"

"You're a tease, Mum."

"I know, but I just love watching my children fool around and making love."

My sister loved going down on me as much as I loved going down on her. Mum leaned against my shoulder as she quickly got herself off more than once before I warned my sister that I was close. As soon as I filled her mouth more than once, she stripped off and straddled my lap, smiling as I'd barely gone soft as I slid inside her hot, tight pussy.

"Now you won't cum too quickly," she said, quickly bouncing up and down on my hard cock.

Mum stopped masturbating and just watched her children fuck. I won't say make love as this was nothing but a hot, sweaty fuck, eventually getting up and taking off everything else as I bent my sister over the couch to fuck her from behind. Our mother teased her by sitting in front, her obviously wet pussy only a few inches from her face.

"You have a beautiful pussy, Mum," Amy moaned, "And I love your scent."

"So do I," I admitted, "I might have checked it out from your panties, Mum."

"You love my scent, baby?"

"Made me as hard as I am now, and I know that, one day, I'm going to go down on you, Mum, before we make love."

"That's so fucking hot," Amy moaned, feeling her pussy tighten around my cock, "I'm totally watching when you two when you finally get together."

Grabbing her ponytail, I gently lifted her head back. "Don't forget you'll be tasting our mother's pussy too, Amy," I growled, "I'm going to love fucking you while you're going down on that beautiful pussy of hers."

I fucked my sister for a solid hour, eventually ending up on the living room floor, my sister resting her head on the carpet as I pounded her, before I finally came inside her again. Mum had me pull out so she could see the creampie I'd left in her. "I'd love to taste both of you together one day," she moaned, cuddling into my side, "And I love how much you fill your little sister. I can't wait for the day you tell me that you're expecting a child together."

Amy rolled onto her back, spreading her legs provocatively. "Can you still have children, Mum?"

Mum smiled but shook her head. "No," she replied softly, "I chose to have my tubes tied after I gave birth to you, Amy. And I have no need for more children. I would love to see numerous grandchildren though." Mum cuddled into my side. "That means, when he makes the decision, my son can pump me with all the cum he could possibly want."

"I love feeling my big brother cum in me!" Amy exclaimed, getting up to cuddle both of us.

"It should feel weird the three of us are naked together, but it feels right," I admitted, "I just... Mum, you're so fucking hot, and there's part of me that just wants to put you on your back right now and slide my cock inside you... But I still think about what Hayley did..."

"Take your time, Mark. I'm not going anywhere," Mum whispered.

I found out later that week what would happen. The lawyer put forward the conditions of counselling as I'd been told that flat out refusing could lead to the police appearing on my doorstep if I ignored the decision of the judge. Aware of the distance been me and Hayley, the judge ordered that counselling would take as equidistant between us as possible. I had visions of the judge getting out an old atlas and figuring it all out. Considering it was Hayley demanding counselling, it was eventually agreed to meet in Tamworth once a week for a minimum of eight weeks. The counsellor / therapist would then put forward whether the marriage was irretrievably broken down or not.

I grumbled for a good week about everything to do with the divorce, Amy keeping me calm by fucking me every chance she got while Mum remained as loving and affectionate as always, getting used to arriving home to see her wearing nothing but a robe that I could easily take off whenever the mood took me. The night before I was due to drive down to Tamworth, she watched Amy and I make love and stayed in our bed for the first time. Amy ensured Mum was spooning back against me as she cuddled into Mum.

"Thank you," she whispered to us both.

"Feels good against you, doesn't he?"

"I know he's going to wake up nice and hard in the morning."

"And it will because of the two women in my bed," I whispered, giving Mum a gentle squeeze.

Waking the next morning at the sound of my alarm, Mum was still pressed against me, moaning softly as she pressed against me. My sister also woke up and smile as Mum moved enough that my cock ended up between her thighs, rubbing against her smooth, wet pussy. When she started to rub herself along my shaft, it took all my self-control to not just change the angle and slide inside her.

"My son has a big cock," she moaned.

"You want him inside you, don't you, Mummy?" my sister asked.

"More than anything. And once he is inside me, that's it, the three of us are committed."

I hadn't touched my mother too intimately, at least in regard to anything with her pussy. I'd felt up her breasts plenty of times when I would tease her in the kitchen, but this was the first time she flagrantly played with my cock in such a manner. Knowing she was on the verge of breaking a boundary I'd set, she stopped after a couple of minutes, turning around to cuddle against me, Amy whispering that she'd get up to prepare breakfast and food for me as I'd be gone until late.

Once we were alone, Mum made sure we shared one hell of a passionate kiss. "Get through these next few weeks, sweetie, then if you're ready..."

"Still talking to Amy about it?"

"Of course, and I know you're still talking about it too. That's the most important thing in all of this. Communication between all three of us. Do you... Do you see a future where I'm with both of you?"

I answered that by kissing her again, pulling her tight to my body. When she whimpered, that was a sign of how hot and horny she was, running my hand down to her arse and pulling her closer, my cock pressed between us. Smiling as we still kissed, I pulled back enough as her fingers grasped my shaft, causing me to groan into her mouth.

"You have such a lovely cock, Mark. My daughter is such a lucky woman to have this inside her mouth or pussy every night."

"Still not had her arse yet."

Mum leaned back and smiled. "You get both our arses at once whenever you're ready."

Sliding out of bed, as I did need to get ready for the day, my sister joined me in the shower and we enjoyed one hell of a quick fuck, my sister pressed against the tiled wall as I hammered her pussy. She turned me on even more by insinuating she'd gone off birth control and that she was ovulating. I knew both cases were false, but it still turned me on that my sister wanted me to cum in her and have our baby.

I was in my ute out the front when I felt a wave of emotion hit me. Not about my mother and sister. No, it was anger about Hayley and her bullshit about trying to reconcile. How did the bitch not realise I wanted nothing to do with her any longer? I'd cut off all communication and gone radio silent since I'd left Sydney.

Amy walked out of the house when she'd realised that I hadn't left. Sliding onto the passenger seat, she cuddled me as I felt a hot tear or two escape me. "I just want her gone," I murmured, "She destroyed everything, Amy. I wanted a family with her. A few kids. A house. A life together. And she just spat in my face and laughed while fucking any other guy with a cock."

"Finish early today, Mark. We're coming with you tonight."

Doing as she asked, I returned home not long after lunchtime, still in a surly mood. My sister noticed, took my hand, and made love to me. I loved watching her naked as she rode me, always putting a smile on my face and enhancing my mood. Mum walked in naked and lay next to us, whispering that she loved watching her children make love. Only after I'd cum in my sister did she lay on my chest, cuddling me tightly, both women stating they'd join me in Tamworth to wait while I was in session.

Though my ute had three seats, it was only a single cab. Mum had a far more comfortable sedan though passed me the keys before getting into the car. Tamworth was at least a couple of hours drive, so made sure we left early enough that we could get there and relax. We only walked into the building a couple of minutes the session was due to start.

"May I help you?" the receptionist asked.

"Yeah. I'm Mark, here for the 5pm session with Angela and my soon to be ex-wife."

The receptionist pulled a face. I probably wasn't the first husband to be dragged into counselling. "Her office is down the hall, second on the left. Who are these people with you?"

"Mother and sister."

"They'll have to wait out here."

"They know. Simply here for support."

I was amused that I had support but there was no sign of Hayley's parents or anyone else. I do wonder what she'd told everyone after I'd packed up and left.

The door to Angela's office was open, politely knocking before I walked through. She stood up and offered her hand, offering me a drink, which I declined, before gesturing towards the free chair. To make a point, I dragged it further to the left, so I was further away from Hayley. When she met my eyes, it was obvious to see she was incredibly upset.

I'd long hardened my heart regarding anything to do with her. If she was hoping for sympathy or empathy, she'd come to the wrong man.

Clearing my throat, I didn't even bother letting Angela start. "I just want to put on record that I think this is a giant waste of time. The judge can order counselling if they want, but I will not remain married to her. We've been separated for months, I haven't had any communication with her since leaving Sydney, and truth be told, I have moved on with my life. Hayley is nothing more than a distant memory, a speck in the rearview mirror, gratefully left behind. She can now sit there and waste all our time, spouting all sorts of bullshit about how 'she loves me' and that 'it meant nothing.'"

"It did mean nothing! I love you!"

"I don't fucking care, Hayley. And it did mean something to me. Remember the vows we made to each other on our wedding day? All you did was piss all over them then pull down your panties and leave a big steaming pile of shit on them to really drive home the point."

Angela cleared her throat. "It's obvious you still have some rather strong feelings about the matter, Mark."

"Of course, I have strong feelings. I don't want to be here. I don't need to be here. I've fulfilled my end of the bargain regarding getting a divorce. All she's done is cry some crocodile tears, convinced the judge to drag me here for this charade, and now I have to waste my time driving to and from here once a week to listen to her bullshit."

But I did have to listen to her bullshit. If I walked out of counselling, I'd find myself dragged there by the police. If the judge wanted us to attend counselling, we were going to attend counselling. She whimpered. She cried. She begged. She did everything in her power to convince me it was all a mistake, that I'd been too hasty, that she wanted a family with me, children, the future we'd promised each other.

Funny thing is, she didn't convince the counsellor once I had a retort to every argument she tried to make. I think it was only after two sessions that the counsellor knew the marriage was dead. I wasn't going to budge. I pretty much said that, even if the judge didn't grant the divorce, I'd live life like I was. I'd long taken off my wedding ring. I told Hayley I was with someone else, which simply left her crying on the floor.

"Give over, Hayley," I stated in exasperation, "You spent at least half our relationship fucking around on me. I'm still convinced you fucked more guys than you've admitted to. The only reason I found out you were stepping out was due to blind rotten luck. I've just told you to your face that I'm not only being intimate with someone else but that I'm in love with them. And once I'm rid of you, I'm going to be with them."

"Why won't you give me another chance?"

"Because you don't fucking deserve one. I won't stay married to a whore." Angela cleared her throat, but after four weeks, I was done. "This is nothing but a fucking sham, Angela. She's only sorry she got caught. She's sorry that all the money her hard-working husband is no longer available. She's not sorry for cheating. She's not sorry for breaking my heart. She's not sorry she broke her wedding vows. If she ever gave a shit about me, she would have dumped me once I'd left school. At least it wouldn't have been a complete waste of years that I was with her." I stood up and just glared at her for a few seconds. "Just agree to the fucking divorce, Hayley, and stop wasting my time. We're done. It's over. You can now go and fuck all the guys you want. I have no doubt that's what you've been doing since I left. I doubt you could find the word fidelity in the dictionary. Have all the cocks you desire otherwise. I don't give a flying fuck what you do. You ceased to be my problem the moment I drove away from Sydney."

"You still love me, because you hate me."

I smiled at her. "Hayley, the only reason I still hate you is because you're wasting my time. Other than that, I don't care about you. You're now just another person on the planet that I will not give a single thought to from the moment our divorce is granted. You mean absolutely nothing to me."

Six weeks after that first session, I was ordered down to Sydney for the final court appearance, my lawyer suggesting I attend in person. My sister and mother insisted they join me, so we left early on a Tuesday morning, figuring we'd spend a day in the city, before my court appearance on Thursday. We had a great day on Wednesday, acting like tourists as we spent most of our day on or around the harbour. We'd booked ourselves a great hotel, and after dinner and a couple of drinks, we returned to the room where I fucked my sister in the mattress. Mum watched on approvingly, though I also noticed the longing in her eyes.

With my sister lying back, a sheen of sweat over her body and breathing deeply, I pulled out and gently pushed my mother onto her back. She immediately spread her legs as I rested my cock above her pussy. "When we get home, Mum," I whispered, "Once all this is over, the three of us will talk and make sure we're all on the same page. Then you'll finally get what you really want."

"I'd love to see you slide your cock into her now, Mark," my sister said softly, "You really need to make love with her." She moved to sit on her knees, leaning over to my ear. "Eat her pussy, Mark. Make our mother cum."

"Please, baby," my mother whimpered, "I know this is difficult..."

"I just want to make sure it's right, Mum."

"It is right, Mark," Amy said, "I love you. You love me. You love Mum. She loves you. Mum loves me. I love Mum. There is no reason the three of us can't be together from this moment onwards. Tomorrow, you will be an officially divorced man. It's time to accept all of this."

I met her eyes and smiled. "You're one hundred percent sure? I don't want any regrets."

"I'm with you forever, Mark."

Kissing her softly, I then turned and lean down to kiss my mother, moving my hand up her inner thigh before I arrived at her hot, wet pussy. She moaned into my mouth as I gently fondled her, just running my fingers up and down her lips, before I earned an even louder moan as I slid a pair of fingers inside her.

"Oh god!" she cried out, feeling her fingers dig into my back, "Baby... Oh baby..."

Her eyes met mine as her lower lip trembled. Smiling at her, I kissed down her neck towards her fabulous breasts, her nipples hard enough to cut diamonds. Latching onto one earned a moan of approval, but when my sister latched onto the other one, I think our mother nearly burst into tears. Leaving my sister to please our mother that way, I kissed down her body, a trail of kisses before I finally arrived at the place I'd had at the back of my mind for too long.

"Your scent is wonderful, Mum," I said softly, "And your pussy is beautiful. My sister and mother both have utterly beautiful pussies."

"Thank you, baby."

"Mum, do you want your son to eat you out?"

"Yes, baby."

"And when we get home, you want to make love?"

"More than anything, baby."

Tasting my mother for the first time made me groan with pleasure. Different to my sister, it matched her scent and my cock, which was already hard again after making love with my sister, turned into a titanium bar. My mother had no problem giving instruction, and it was a reminder of going down on my sister for the first few times, where I learned what she enjoyed, and our mother had seen me go down on my sister often enough by now.

Her body was soon writhing, my left arm wrapped around her thigh as I slid fingers back inside her again. Once her clit was prominent, I figured out how she liked that treated, causing her to moan even louder, begging me again and again to keep going and help her cum.

"Whatever Mummy wants," I chuckled before I gave her exactly what she wanted. Her cries of ecstasy as the orgasm hit her would be sounds that would live long in the memory. Her entire body seemed to shake and shudder, my sister sitting back, watching in wonder, as our mother had the most epic of orgasms.

And I didn't relent, Mum demanding more and more. So I did what any son would do for his mother and make her happy. Relentless as I was, one orgasm flowed into another. Mum was soon whimpering and crying but didn't want me to stop until she passed out from the joy of it all.
I have no idea how many she eventually had before I simply had to stop as I looked up and she was almost asleep. Taking my fingers away, I wiped my chin with the back of my hand before leaning up and gazing into her face. Her brow was wet, her cheeks were rather pink, and she had an air of exhaustion about her. When her eyes open and she gazed at me in return, the smile was instantaneous.

"No-one has ever made me cum like that, Mark."

"You're my mother. Much like my sister, I can't disappoint you."

"No wonder Amy is crying out every night at home."

"I told you he was wonderful at eating pussy, Mum. Now you know." She chuckled before adding, "Though I think it's because his sister and now his mother."

We needed a shower after that, the three of us managing to fit into the cubicle. Mum wanted to suck my cock though barely had the energy to stand up. I kissed her softly and suggested we had plenty of time for that. Heading back to bed, I was in the middle, Mum snuggling into one side, my sister to the other. "So how will this work?" I wondered.

"We'll figure it out," Amy said, "But I won't be jealous when you want to spend time with Mum."

"And I know how much my children love each other. I will never stand in the way of what you share." She paused before adding, "Thank you for loving me. Both of you."

"We love you, Mum," Amy stated, "And you're now with us permanently too."

Having Mum and Amy for support the next day was a godsend. Walking into the courthouse, Hayley was there and only then did I see her parents for the first time during this whole debacle. She met my eyes and wisely stayed back though her parents did approach me. I shook hands with her father before her mother hugged me. As far as I knew, they'd always liked me.

After she let me go, her father cleared his throat. "She was honest about everything, Mark," he told me, "To say we're disappointed in her... But she's also our daughter, and we love her. We're only here to support in her through her divorce."

"We're so very sorry for what she did," her mother added, "We thought we raised her better. She took those vows and... We certainly understand why you moved away and broke contact."

"I just want this all over and done with. But thank you for supporting her. I think she's going to need it."

"She's told us about counselling and how brutally honest you were," her father replied, "To be honest, it's what she needed to hear."

Entering the courtroom when we were summoned, it was unusual in that neither of needed to attend. Though I was the sole applicant, there were no children to take into consideration. But after the bullshit surrounding the counselling, I wanted to make sure there were no further delays. The Divorce Order wouldn't be granted immediately, the judge would dissolve the marriage and we'd receive the paperwork one month and a day later.

The judge wouldn't know who I was as my lawyer had handled everything for me. Hayley had attended to oppose the divorce. Now that counselling had proven the marriage had broken down and we were irreconcilable, I was hopeful that the judge would simply grant the divorce and I wouldn't have to see her again.

In the end, my presence really wasn't required as the judge had the report from the counsellor. He asked me one simple question.

"Do you still wish to go through with the divorce?"

"I haven't changed my mind, Your Honour. My marriage to her is over and has been for over a year. You'll be doing us both a favour by granting the divorce so we can move on with our lives."

He agreed, confirming the dissolution of our marriage. After going through the usual detail, he explained the paperwork we would receive in a month and a day, and as we'd already agreed how to split the very few assets we'd actually owned, there was no further need for me to hang around, though we had to spend the night in the city before returning home the next day.

We took advantage of the afternoon by heading closer to the harbour, acting more like tourists than anything else, before we found a nice quiet place to eat once the sun had set. Being out for a few hours in the city was a reminder of why I'd taken the decision to go to Grafton, not just due to the divorce, but the lifestyle in a provincial city was, quite frankly, much better.

I had organised us to stay in one of the best hotels in the city. As it was only for the one night, I didn't mind the price, checking in after we'd finished dinner, the room near the top of the building so we were afforded some fantastic views. After enjoying a nightcap at the hotel bar, we returned to the room, my sister rather eager to get me naked, while Mum didn't hesitate in making it a threesome.

"Now that you're finally divorced, do I get a ring soon?" Amy asked as she helped off my shirt.

"Who said I don't already have one for you?"

That brought both women to a halt. Amy couldn't stop smiling before asking, "Would you get Mum one as well? We've agreed I will be your sister-wife and she will be your mother-wife."

When I smiled, that was the answer for them both, earning a tight hug and lots of kisses from them both. Once I was naked, Mum and I worked on getting Amy naked, before my sister and I then did the same with our mother. Both then kissed down my body and sat on their knees, my mother wrapping her fingers around the base of my cock and practically inhaling my cock.

"Mum," I moaned as her gorgeous eyes gazed up at me.

"You're making love tonight," Amy explained, "She's waited long enough, and so have you."

Mum eagerly sucked my cock while my sister stood up to kiss me, gazing down to watch our mother happily suck the cock of her son. I was so turned on, I knew I wasn't going to last long, running my fingers through her hair, her eyes lighting up as she knew I was getting closer.

"Mum," I whispered. I felt her lips tighten around my cock, her tongue working the underside of my shaft, her hand working the part of my cock she couldn't get into her mouth.

"That's it, Mum. Make your son cum and swallow his load," my sister stated, having moved to the bed, spreading her legs and fondling her pussy, "After he's made love to you, you're going to enjoy my pussy next."

Mum moaned at the idea, as she knew while she was doing that, I'd still be inside her. Tightening my grip on the back of her head, her eyes never glanced away as I groaned and warned her that I was about to cum. It was one hell of an orgasm, and hearing my mother audibly gulping down my cum was so much of a turn on, I knew my cock wasn't going to go soft anytime soon.

My sister joined our mother back on the ground. "Did you love his cum, mother?" she asked. Mum didn't stop sucking on my cock until I needed to step away. Mum smiled up at me before she turned towards my sister.

"No wonder you love sucking his cock to orgasm all the time," she finally replied.

"I love swallowing my brother's cum, but it's even better when he fills my pussy." She kissed our mother on the cheek. "When he cums in you when we get home, I'd love to taste my brother and my mother together." My cock bobbed at the thought and they both noticed. "Like that idea, Mark?"

"I'll be honest and admit that I've already daydreamed about watching my mother and sister enjoying each other. Better than any lesbian porn I've watched."

Moving up onto the bed, I had my sister and mother lie back together, close to each other, smiling when they shared what could only be called a passionate kiss as I made my sister moan by going down on her first. She turned to look at me, ready to say something. "I'm going to make my little sister cum, then I'm going to make our mother cum, then I'm going to make love to her," I explained.

As I slowly started to lick my sister, our mother thought talking dirty would heighten the mood. "Do you enjoy your big brother licking your pussy?" she whispered.

"Yes," my sister whimpered, "Ever since our first time, Mummy."

"Have you always loved him?"

"Just like you have, Mummy. He was my hero growing up. Any man I met, I compared to him."

"Never your father?"

My sister actually laughed. "God no! My brother was always the one I was in love with."

Kissing up her body, she opened her eyes and smiled as I left a soft kiss on her lips. "You've always been my beautiful, adorable little sister. I just had no idea..."

"I know. Now get back down there and make your little sister cum!"

What my little sister wanted... I loved her taste. I had done since the first time I'd gone down on her. Ever since our sexual relationship had started, she knew I loved going down on her, as it made her happy, I loved making her orgasm, and she was a generous lover in that she would return the favour if I wanted.

I got her off a couple of times before I kissed back up her body and whispered that I loved her. After sharing a kiss, I moved over to kiss our mother, who mentioned that she could taste her daughter in my mouth. Slowly moving down her body, she was simply a mature version of my sister. Her breasts were fantastic, her nipples sensitive, with delicious curves as I moved down, as she kept herself fit. Down to her pussy, I inhaled her scent and groaned, earning a giggle from her.

"Love my scent already, baby?"

"Fuck yes, Mum."

She was turned on like ever before, and I savoured the taste of my mother as much as I did with my sister. She was ever so sensitive. Wherever I touched her with tongue or fingers, her body would react positively. Her moans and whimpers of desire had my cock rock hard again rather quickly. My sister was on her side, leaving soft kisses on her lips and fondling our mother's breasts.

I only knew Mum orgasmed for the first time when her thighs tried to squeeze me and she released a bit of fluid into my mouth. Hearing my sister giggle, I raised my eyes in her direction. "Make her cum again, Mark," she stated, "Her eyes are alive with pleasure."

"Don't stop, baby," Mum whimpered.

"Give her a couple more then slide your big cock inside her tight pussy."

Doing just that, I loved how my mother reacted, feeling her entire body quiver as another orgasm took hold. She broke the kiss with my sister and cried out in ecstasy, raising her head to gaze down into my eyes. "Please, baby," she moaned, "Please don't stop..."

"Did our father ever..."

She scoffed before another moan took hold as I slid a pair of fingers inside her. "I had to make myself cum most of the time," she stated, "He stopped caring entirely once you were born."

"Then it looks like your son has a lot of orgasms to give you then."

"And my daughter?"

I watched them share a soft kiss. "We're going to have a lot of threesomes, Mum. I promise."

Another orgasm and Mum needed more than just my tongue and fingers, reaching down to grab my upper arm, trying to drag me up. I stopped licking her pussy and slowly kissed up her body until I met her eyes, noticing them glisten as I rested my cock near her pussy. "You okay?" I asked softly.

"I've dreamed of this moment for years, but never thought it would ever happen," she replied, running her hands up my arms to my back, "Making love with my son. You own my heart, Mark. You have since the day you were born. The only person equal to you is your sister. And now the three of us are in bed together, about to make love."

Without another word, I gently slid my cock inside my mother's surprisingly tight but incredibly warm pussy. Burying myself slowly, Mum whimpered as her lower lip trembled, leaning down to kiss her, as I started to gently thrust nice and deep. Mum's fingers pressed into my back as she cried out with joy, her eyes alive with all the love and desire she felt for me. Kissing her again, I felt her knees bend and her legs spread a little wider.

"Yes, baby," she moaned, "Make love to your mother. I can't wait until you cum in me the first time."

"I'm not far away, Mum. Far too excited."

"Don't worry, baby. We have all the time in the world in the future to make love."

I managed to last another few minutes, Mum wrapping her smooth legs around me, as I pumped her faster and faster, and I didn't expect what happened, Mum crying out and her pussy gripping me tightly. She then burst into tears, dragging me down to kiss her, and that set off my orgasm, groaning into her mouth as I finally filled her pussy with what felt like a pint full of cum. We remained kissing long after I'd emptied myself, only pulling away when I needed to breath.

"Big moment, Mum?" Amy wondered.

"I never came while your father was inside me. First time my son is inside me and I have one of the best orgasms of my life!" After kissing my cheek, she whispered, "I love you so much, Mark."

"I love you too, Mum."

Pulling out of my mother, my sister practically leapt on me, her lips around my cock as I felt her take nearly my entirely length rather easily. I swore as her head quickly bobbed up and down, neither of us surprised that my cock barely went soft. I was so turned on; I knew I'd be as hard as I needed to be within a few minutes.

"Well, I can say that my mother's pussy tastes wonderful mixed with your cum on your cock," she stated, "And once you're nice and hard, you're fucking your sister while she licks her brothers cum out of our mother's pussy."

"Okay, that sentence should not sound as hot as it does," I retorted, Mum giggling away as she agreed with the sentiment.

My sister eventually let go of my cock, gently pushing our mother back and moving to eat her out again. Mum was quite content to watch, a dreamy smile on her face, until I told my sister I was ready to go again. To say she eagerly sat up and moved to kneel between our mothers' legs wouldn't be an understatement. Only then did her nerves hit.

"I... I hope I'm good, Mummy," she whispered. Mum sat up and the two shared a soft kiss.

"It's going to be perfect, sweetie. Just do what you think feels good for me. But if you're distracted by your brothers' big cock, I'll certainly understand."

I watched my sister lower her head and taste our mother for the first time, but her tongue quickly got to work at licking up the cum that was leaking out of her at the same time. Once my sister was comfortable, and our mother was moaning again, I slid my cock back inside my sister, who had to stop for a couple of minutes as she moaned for more of my cock.

Thankful that I'd cum already, I slowly fucked my sister while she did her best to concentrate on licking her mother. As for herself, she had positioned a couple of pillows so she could watch me fuck my sister while my sister ate her pussy. "This is so naughty," she said, giggling to herself.

"Honestly, best day of my life. Make love to my mother. Make love to my sister. Divorce my ex-wife." Then I paused, asking, "Amy, are you off the pill?"

"Not yet. I can stop as soon as you want."

Leaning forward, I kissed her cheek. "If you want, we can try as soon as you know you're ready."

"I'm ready now," she whispered, turning her head to kiss my cheek, "I'd love to carry our baby."

The idea turned me on even more, my sister getting back to work to focus on our mother, as I positioned my sister so I could lean forward and really started to drive my cock as deep as I could in her pussy. We were soon moaning and groaning in unison, Mum enjoying another orgasm, my sister squeezing my cock more than once as she was getting ready to cum.

Then she asked to switch, rolling ono her back, sliding back inside her as Mum straddled her face, though facing in my direction. Fucking my sister even harder, I used my thumb to fondle her clit, Mum leaning forward to kiss me at the same time. Mum enjoyed another orgasm while my thumb worked a treat as my sister went off big time, squeezing my cock like a vice. I lasted barely another couple of minutes before I filled up as well.

Pulling out, Mum leaned forward to take my cock in her mouth, before I moved back as I watched my mother and sister enjoy quite a loving sixty-nine, Mum complimenting us on how good my cum and my sisters pussy tasted together.

After yet another orgasm each, the three of us admitted we were feeling a little wiped out. Heading to the bathroom, the tub wasn't large enough for the three of us to fit, agreeing to take a shower instead. Mum was half-asleep as my sister and I soaped her up, Mum leaning against me as we managed to get clean together.

Returning to bed, Mum cuddled against me and fell asleep almost immediately. As for my sister, we stayed awake a little longer, her body moulded into my side. "Did you mean it, Mark?" she whispered, "About wanting to start a family?"

"Of course, Amy. I wanted to start after our first night making love, but I didn't want to start until I was divorced. I still feel some guilt that we started while I was still married, technically at least. We were legally separated, but it was only today that my marriage officially ended."

"You don't regret..."

"Heavens no, I'll never regret a thing we've done, Amy. I've always loved you, but I was amazed at how easy it was to fall in love with you too. You're my little sister, the young woman I even helped raise at times when we were younger. I've seen you blossom into the woman you are today. I know how lucky I am to have you as the woman in my life."

I felt Mum start to shake. "That's so sweet, baby," she whispered, "I love the fact you are so close and could admit to your feelings for each other."

"The only regret I have is that I wasted so long with Hayley. If it wasn't for her..."

Both kissed me on the cheek. "Hush, Mark," Amy said softly, "We've both got you now and that's all we wanted."

Waking in the morning to a rather nice sensation around my cock, I lifted the sheets away to find the two women in my life happily sharing it. Not wanting me to cum just yet, they quickly took turns riding my cock until Mum took the last turn, leaning forward so I could grab her arse, her eyes lighting up as I started to pump up into her hard and fast.

"You have a nice arse, Mum," Amy stated, "I remember you mentioning something about it being available for your son?"

"Have you had anal yet?"

"No, Mum. He loves my pussy far too much."

"She's not wrong," I grunted, "Though if she were to offer the chance at having her tight little butt..."

"You can have mine, baby," Mum moaned, "My god, the idea of my son inside my arse..."

I must have turned her on something fierce as her orgasm caused her to nearly pass out on top of me. Not strong enough to keep going, I rolled us over, so she was underneath me, thrusting slowly as I simply savoured the sensation of being inside her pussy once again. Amy lay next to us, happy to fondle her pussy, figuring that this was a chance for our mother and I to enjoy time together again without a third person involved.

After filling my mother with another load of cum, we headed downstairs to fill ourselves with breakfast, before we dressed, packed and returned to the lobby to hand in our keycards. It was a long drive home, my sister and I sharing driving duties, but we made it back to Grafton that evening, Mum fast asleep in the back seat, my sister dozing in the passenger seat next to me.

My sister woke up and wheeled our things inside while I picked up our mother and carried her to our bed. She barely woke up as I helped undress her. We'd stopped for food on the way, so after a very quick shower together, we joined our mother in bed as we were both required back at work the next day.

Life returned to normality after those couple of days away, or as normal as life can be when you're involved in a relationship with your sister and your mother. I loved coming home every day to be greeted by the two most important women in my life, always a long kiss and a hug from each. Mum loved looking after her two children, happily cooking dinner for us most nights, though I would take my sister out for dinner one night of the week, and my mother and sister on another night of the week.
Before anyone makes assumptions, no, my sex life was not one of constant threesomes going forward. Although they spoke about equality in regard to their relationship with me, Amy spent more time in my bed than my mother, and there were nights where we did sleep three to a bed.

It was a couple of months after I received the final Divorce Order through the mail that I was lying back in bed one evening with Amy when she turned onto her side. "I stopped taking my pills, Mark," she said softly, "And I'm figuring out my cycle. Once I know I'm ready, I'll make sure you're inside me as often as possible."

"Should I take time off from work?" I asked eagerly.

"Could you handle fucking me constantly for..." She trailed off laughed at the look in my eyes. "I think that was going to be a stupid question. But you don't need to take time off work. Just make love to me in the morning, maybe pop home for a lunchtime quickie, then we'll make love in the evening."

"Will we invite Mum to join us too?"

"Maybe... Maybe the first one, it'll just be the two of us. Mum is desperate to be a grandmother though. I definitely want my brother and my mother there when I give bath to our son or daughter."

We couldn't keep it a secret from our mother, sitting her down and letting her know that we were going to start trying for a baby. The three of us did discuss the concerns about a brother and sister having a baby, but nights spent searching Google showed that, for first generation, the risks were no worse than that of a woman in her late thirties giving birth. We would go and test ourselves first for any genetic markers, and make sure our child was healthy during the pregnancy.

For the first night of our attempt to conceive a child, I made sure to treat my sister to a date day and night, taking her up the coast to the beach for a day, frolicking on the sand and in the water, my sister looking as sexy as ever in her bikini. She loved cuddling me at the same time as I was keeping myself nice and fit at the same time.

We enjoyed fish and chips for lunch before I drove us back to Grafton later that afternoon, arriving home to shower and change, ensuring we spent an hour or so with our mother, before I took Amy out for dinner, to one of her favourite restaurants in the city. We both avoided alcohol, though still attended one of our favourite pubs that played the sort of music we enjoyed and could dance to.

Arriving home at a reasonable time later that evening, Mum was waiting for us, greeting us both with a hug and kiss. "I know you're going to conceive," she said softly, "If not tonight, hopefully this week. And if it doesn't happen this week, just consider it practice for next time."

There was very little foreplay that night. I didn't need help to get hard, and my sister was incredibly wet with excitement. She whimpered as I slowly slid inside her, stopping my movement as we savoured the moment, her lower lip trembling slightly as the moment hit us at the same time, leaning down to kiss her softly. "We're making a baby," she whispered.

"First of how many?" I asked.

"My vagina won't be a clown car, Mark!" she exclaimed, causing us both to laugh, "But I'm thinking three. Maybe four..."

"However many children you want is fine with me. I think you'll be a wonderful mother."

"Well, you'd better get started on making me a mother then."

It was a wonderful night of lovemaking, my sister wanting to try every position possible, particularly taking her from behind, mounting her and fucking her hard, my hand taking her ponytail in hand with my skin slapping against her arse, loving the fact she just begged and begged for more of me. By the time I came inside her a third time, that was me wiped out while I ensured my sister enjoyed plenty of orgasms of her own.

Every morning, lunchtime and evening for an entire week, my sister ensured my balls were kept empty and her pussy was kept full. By the end of the week, we were both feeling it. I was dead on my feet while she was complaining that her pussy had never felt so tender, and that's saying something as we'd been at it like rabbits in those early days of our sexual relationship.

That first night that we stopped trying, Amy actually went to sleep in her own bed, not trusting either of us to not make love again, so she practically pushed our mother into my bedroom, left rather surprised she was blushing once the door was closed. Pulling the sheets back, as soon as she noticed my erection, her clothes disappeared, and she happily joined me in bed.

Cuddling into each other, I kissed her softly and we lay there silent, but her smile eventually disappeared. "I'd love to have a baby with my son," she whispered.

"Can you reverse the procedure?"

"It's possible, but my age would go against me too, baby. I'm in my mid-forties and I had them tied years ago." She snuggled closer to me. "I won't interfere with the children you have with Amy, but I hope you won't mind being an involved grandmother."

"Not at all. I think Amy and I will appreciate all the help and advice you can give."

"Amy is going to be a wonderful mother, and you will be the sort of father I would wish for any child."

"Thank, Mum."

"You're welcome, baby." Then she made me chuckle as her hand ended up around my cock. "Feel up to making love to your mother tonight?"

"I'm always ready to make love to my mother."

Sliding inside her a couple of minutes later, she moaned, "Oh baby. Fuck your mother," and I knew it was going to be another long night. Her legs quickly wrapped around me as I had no problem fucking my mother how she wanted. She was no shrinking violet nor porcelain doll. Though she loved the tender and gentle lovemaking we usually enjoyed, there were times Mum wanted to just hold onto me and have me pound her senseless.

This was one of those nights. After I came inside her the first time, I pulled out and flipped her over, Mum glancing back with a grin as I grabbed the lube that I kept in the top drawer next to the bed. "Not my cock but you're getting at couple of fingers," I told her.

"I can't wait until you do take my last virgin hole, baby," she said, sitting back as I ran my fingers up and down the front of her body, cupping her breasts and gently squeezing them as we made out. Gently pushing her forward, I slid my cock back inside her as I poured lube onto her perfect little arsehole, fucking her gently as I ever so slowly slid my thumb inside her arse.

"Oh baby, that's it," she moaned.

"Not hurting?"

"No, baby. It feels good."

Changing from my thumb to a couple of fingers turned her on even more. She levered herself up so I could grab her hair, and with two fingers inside her arse at the same time, I was soon fucking her hard. She was making sounds I rarely heard from her, and she was simply begging for more and more. The temptation to just pull out and slide my cock inside her arse was near enough overwhelming, and I knew she was on the verge of almost demanding it from me too.

Pulling my fingers out of her arse, she sat back against my chest and begged me to fuck her even harder. I was sure I must have been hurting her as my groin slammed into her arse, both of us eventually falling forward as I drove my cock as hard and as deep as possible.

"Yes, baby! Own your mother's pussy!" she exclaimed. Good thing our nearest neighbours were not too close to us.

I finally came inside her and had to pull out, rolling onto my back to catch my breath. Mum started chuckling to herself as she managed to move enough to loop her arm across my chest. The door opened; my sister illuminated by the hallway light. "Got it out of your system, Mum?" she asked, humour dripping from her tone.

"I think so, sweetie," she murmured, "My pussy might be as tender as yours after a couple of days. I'm going to need my son to just fill me as much as he can."

"Well, considering I'm still feeling rather sore, I'm willing to loan him out full-time, though I expect your tongue from time to time, Mark."

"Of course, Amy. Whatever you want." I'd just cum and that always left me rather agreeable.

She walked over, left a soft kiss on my lips before kissing our mother on the cheek. "I'd love to lick his cum out of you, Mummy, but I think I'll leave it for you tonight," she said. Then she must have noticed the lube. "Mother, did you have something up your arse tonight?"

"Just his fingers."

"Well, that means we'll have to get ready to take some cock then, right?"

"Soon, sweetie. I'm going to sleep in a minute."

The idea of trying to conceive a child seemed to make my sister even hornier. Even when it wasn't time, she'd practically leap on me as soon as I arrived home from work, and some evenings had her riding me through orgasm after orgasm, demanding I cum in her as much as possible until it was simply impossible for me to get hard again. Mum thought it was hilarious, at least most of the time, though did take pity on me when I'd occasionally walk into the kitchen of a morning, looking more worse for wear than usual.

But it worked out. It didn't happen the first time, but after a couple of months, I arrived home to find my sister in floods of tears, Mum smiling so much I thought it would never fade, and she showed me the pregnancy test confirming that she was positive. She was carrying our first child. I needed to sit down and just hold my sister as she wept into my chest.

"We're having a baby," she whispered, "I'm having a baby with my brother."

Mum joined the hug, still smiling widely. "I'm going to be by your side the entire way, sweetie. Done this twice before."

"Thank you, Mummy."

Things changed slowly but the first thing we did was move everything of Amy's into my bedroom. No point keeping our things separate any longer. There was a spare bedroom that was used as an office, already aware that the more kids we had, the less space there'd be for all of us. The three of us put our heads together regarding a nursery, agreeing what we'd need, what colours we'd use, and what we would buy. Having been through it all before, Mum was full of advice.

Now that she was pregnant, I took my sister out for the day and 'proposed' to her. Not in public, as although no-one knew we were brother and sister, we still had to be somewhat careful. I took her to the place where we'd confessed our feelings and enjoyed our first real kiss as lovers. She laughed and cried as I slid the ring onto her finger, hugging her tightly as we kissed.

I was by her side the entire way, from the first scan, through all the classes, when she was struggling and upset, understanding when she was frustrated and angry. Mum was a massive help to both of us, particularly when we did argue about stupid things, giving me time to take a breath while helping my sister calm down. We'd both them apologise, she'd cry, I'd feel guilty, then we'd head to bed that night and we'd make love. Despite being pregnant and not feeling her usual self at times, she still desired sex with her brother. And when she wasn't, she'd still be in bed with me as our mother would join us.

Things are not always as they seem. I honestly thought our lives were settled after the divorce. My sister was now my wife, as I'd already bought a wedding ring. There'd be no ceremony, but she already knew the day we arrived home with our first child, I'd slide a second ring onto her finger, she'd slide one onto mine, and that would be our commitment sealed.

It was a normal day at work, but I was always happy for it to end so I could return home to my now heavily pregnant sister, who was only a couple of months away from giving birth. She still worked from home but already had maternity leave organised and would only work part-time once that was over.

Pulling into the driveway, there was a car I recognised parked on the road. My eyes were then taken by the figure at the doorway, my mother with her arms folded, not appearing to say much but I recognised her body language. She was ready to start throwing hands. Not that my mother was violent, but when she got properly angry, watch out.

Stepping out of my ute, the other figure turned around and I couldn't help sigh. "What the fuck are you doing here, Hayley?"

"I'm wondering how she found you," my mother added.

Hayley walked towards me, holding up a hand in her direction as I stepped back. "Answer the question, Hayley. What the fuck do you think you're doing? We're divorced. I thought I made it perfectly clear in the courthouse that I wanted nothing to do with you."

"But Mark... I love you! How can you not love me in return? Those other men meant nothing. It was just sex. I was horny at the time, and you weren't there to satisfy me. But I know you'll forgive me in your heart. You can't live without me."

I actually stopped moving and burst into laughter, shaking my head in disbelief. "I swear to god, Hayley, you have gone off the fuck deep end. I mean you are totally fucking delusional."

"I'm calling the police, Mark," Mum announced from the doorway, "This has gone too far."

Brushing past Hayley, I noticed Amy was waiting in the entryway out of view. Gesturing with my head, she walked towards me, resting a hand on her now swollen belly as she stepped outside to join me. I took her hand and kissed her cheek, turning to look at Hayley.

"I'm going to put this in very simple English so you can understand, Hayley. We. Are. Divorced. I. Am. Not. Your. Husband."

"But that doesn't mean it's over between us."

"Jesus wept, she's gone off the deep end, Mark," Amy whispered.

Sighing to myself, I ran my left hand over my face while I moved my hand from Amy's to wrap it around her waist, pulling her closer to me. I didn't want to play this card. I didn't want to out the relationship to anyone, but Hayley was forcing my hand.

"Please, Mark..." Hayley whispered, her cheeks wet with tears, stepping towards us.

"I told you I found someone else, Hayley. Well, here is that someone else."

"Amy? But she's your sister!"

"She is. She's also pregnant with our first child. We've been having sex for over a year now. You see, her love for me is unconditional. She's always loved me, will always love me, as much as I have always loved her. Now we're in love, going to start a family, and I've realised that my soulmate is my sister."

"And my soulmate is my brother," Amy stated happily, glancing to see her gaze up at me, that unconditional love still on show.

"That's... That's..."

Turning back to Hayley, I put the largest fake smile on my face possible. "Run along now, Hayley."

She looked between us, her mouth opening and closing a few times. What I didn't expect was for her to smile. "You're lying to me, Mark. I don't know why. Maybe just to deny how you feel about me."

"For fuck... She's relentless, Mark. Phase two?"

"Police are on their way, Mark," Mum called from inside.

Amy turned towards me. I turned towards her. The kiss we shared was as passionate as any we shared. It was no show for Hayley except to prove that we were in love. Mum started to chuckle from inside as she knew exactly what we were doing, only breaking apart once Hayley finally asked us to stop.

Turning back to Hayley, I just stared at her in silence. "But she's your sister," she finally whispered.

Then the police showed up and she went absolutely crazy. Though she didn't hit any of the police, they certainly had some difficulty getting her under control. She claimed she loved me, would do anything for me, would even consider moving north to be with me. Fuck. That.

As soon as they had her in the back of a police car, I asked the coppers about a restraining order. They actually carried pamphlets regarding various things including how to obtain such an order. I asked for her car to removed and that a temporary order be placed so she could not come closer to our property. Gesturing to an obviously pregnant Amy, I add that my sister was pregnant. When Hayley started to go crazy again, exclaiming Amy was my sister but I was the father, I just shook my head sadly at first.

"We were through a bitter divorce recently," I added, "She's convinced herself that I left her to be with... my sister. I mean, can you believe that?"

"We'll make sure you're left in peace," the office replied.

I'm not sure what happened to Hayley that evening, if she even spent any time in a cell, but obtaining the restraining order was simple, though I sent an email to her parents that same evening about what happened. I told them that I would be obtaining the order, and if necessary, would seek legal advice about her harassment of myself and family. Her father actually called me, apologised for what his daughter was doing, and would ensure I would remain unbothered in the future.

I haven't seen Hayley since.

Amy nor Mum was too concerned but I did have some dark thoughts about Hayley turning back up on our doorstep for the next couple of weeks. But I received a note from the police that she'd been warned to bugger off back to Sydney, and a last email from her father suggested they had put her in for therapy as it was obvious that she needed some psychological help.

I put all that to the back of my mind as the birth of our first birth approached. Amy had stopped working by now, getting her mind and body ready for giving birth. Mum was an absolute godsend during those last few weeks, helping out as much as she could though it was mostly the advice as she'd been through it all before.

Busy at work one afternoon, my phone started to ring in my pocket. I felt myself smiling as I knew who would be calling, taking the call as Mum explained she was taking Amy to the hospital. Telling the guys that I needed to go, they knew Amy was pregnant. They didn't know she was my sister, obviously. There was plenty of good-natured banter as I packed up my ute and headed straight for the hospital.

Amy was already in a room, and from what I was told, she was already on the road to giving birth. Mum was waiting for me by the door. Placing a hand on my chest, she met my eyes. "Do you need to be in there, Mark?"

"I'd like to be, but I know it's her decision."

"She wants me in there with her, Mark. I'm her mother and I've done all of this before. She doesn't want you to see her like this. She loves you too much for it."

"Oh..."

"As soon as the baby is out and she's cleaned up, you can come right in. She's doing very well. She's going to be just fine."

"Tell her I love her with all my heart, Mum."

"She already knows, but I'll let her know regardless."

Waiting outside did suck though we'd already discussed it. I'll admit, it did suck waiting outside, but I hated seeing my sister in pain as it was, and I knew childbirth was going to suck for her. The doctors and nurses were very kind, keeping me updated as to her progress. It was more than a few hours, but I couldn't sleep a wink until I knew my sister was okay and that our baby was born happy and healthy.

But I still drifted off, my shoulder eventually shaken by my mother. Opening my eyes, she gazed down at me with a smile. "What's the time?"

"3am. The head nurse told me you were doing your best to stay awake until you received the news."

"Is Amy okay? The baby?"

"Amy would love to see you now, Mark."

Walking into the room, a couple of nurses were clearing up as another was instructing Amy on how to breastfeed. Amy noticed my presence and started to softly cry, the nurse recognising me and smiling, walking around the bed. "She was magnificent," she whispered, "I'm sure you're incredibly proud."

"Not sure how much more I'm capable of loving her."

Joining Amy at her side as we were given some privacy, I leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Mark, my brother, I'd like you to meet our daughter."

Our daughter was busy nursing. I'd never been present with a new-born baby before. I usually met them a few weeks or months down the line. Our daughter was a tiny little thing. And she was certainly hungry!
"Thought of a name?" I asked.

"We have that list of names. We don't have to agree right now."

Mum walked in and stood to the other side of Amy. "How does it feel, Grandma?" I asked.

"I don't know whether to dance along these corridors or burst into tears."

"Why not both?" Amy joked.

Mum sighed. "I'm so proud of you both. And I love you both so much."

"We love you too, Mum," I replied, "Though now we have someone else to give all our love to as well."

"Six weeks, Mark," Amy whispered, "I was told to wait six weeks until we can have sex again. So, I've already agreed that Mum is going to keep you satisfied."

"You realise I'll be helping with the baby though, right?"

"Of course I know that," she said, smiling up at me, "But I plan on breastfeeding almost exclusively. It's the best way to bond with our baby. You will bond by being the best damned daddy I know you will be."

As the delivery had been relatively simple, though not easy, Amy was only in hospital for a couple of days before mother and baby were cleared to go home. Before leaving, we had to complete the birth certificate. She was listed as the mother; I was listed as the father. We simply crossed fingers and hoped people wouldn't figure out.

We christened our daughter Charlotte Amanda Cassandra Watson. Mum almost fainted when we told her that we'd honoured her by adding her name too.

I loved being a father, watching our daughter grow and change with each passing day. But my sister was a natural mother, and having our mother helping out, often walking in to find my sister and mother with our child, I'd just stop and watch the three most important women in my life, knowing I had a smile on my face that I knew would never fade.

*****

Epilogue

Somehow, all our agreements work and still work to this day. Mum is now in her sixties and her sex drive has slowed up somewhat, but I still arrive home from work on occasion to find myself dragged to the bedroom so we can make some gentle love. The days of hard sex ended during her fifties when she had to admit she couldn't keep up with it any longer.

As for my sister and I, we've had four children. Our first born was Charlotte. She's now a teenager, sometimes moody, but she knows how much her parents love her, and even on her worst day, and even as old as she is, she still loves to have her father come into her bedroom to kiss her goodnight. Our son, Michael, is closing in on being a teenager. A smaller copy of his old man, he's already talking about the day he'll take over my company. Then there are our twin youngest daughters, still at primary school, a pair of utterly precocious and adorable little girls. After giving birth to our twins, Amy had her tubes tied as we agreed that four children were enough.

My business had taken off, so Amy only returned to working part-time once all the kids were at school, starting at 9am and ensuring she was finished by 3pm at the latest. Mum carried on her career though as she worked at home, she was always around to help my sister. I tried not to do long hours, but as soon as I was home, I'd always make time for my wives and my children. Yes, it was a madhouse from time to time, particularly once our youngest were grown and had developed their own personalities, but I wouldn't have changed a thing.

Most importantly, we always made time for each other. The first few years of the relationship between my sister, my mother and I was a time of many threesomes, lots of hot sex, and plenty of experimentation. But as Mum got a little older, we both sensed her pulling back so her children could simply focus on each other, sitting us down to explain her reasoning and that she loved us both, but she no longer needed as much of the physical aspect of the relationship.

Once all the kids were all old enough, I made sure to re-ignite that spark I had with my sister. It had only slightly dimmed while we focused on our kids, as Mum was always happy to babysit whenever I wanted to take my sister out on a date. Occasionally, to ensure we had privacy, I'd book us a night in a hotel, sometimes so we could enjoy an entire night of hot, sweaty sex, though occasionally, it would be so we could just get a solid eight hours of sleep!

Snuggling into my body, her fingers running up and down my chest, my hair a little thicker now that I was older, she sighed happily. "Good mood?" I asked quietly.

"Always when I'm in bed with my big brother."

Even after all our years together, we both still got off on the kink that we were siblings. We didn't think it was wrong. We didn't think it immoral. No-one knew the truth about us. Simple fact is that we were in love and that was all that mattered. We'd raised a happy, healthy family together, our mother was still important in our lives, and now we looked forward to a time when we'd be empty nesters and could focus on ourselves again.

"Is my little sister after something?" I asked, knowing she heard the humour in my tone.

She moved her lips close to my ear. "I'm always ready and willing for my big brother," she whispered, enunciating clearly the last two words, "Is he interested in the hot little pussy of his sister?"

"You are aware that you are still and shall always be incorrigible."

"Only for my brother who I love so much."

We didn't make love every night, but we made sure the physical relationship remained as solid as every other facet of our relationship. We had long agreed there was sometimes no greater way to express our love for each other than being intimate. And I knew that night, my sister definitely wanted to be intimate with her brother.

Snuggling into me after our coupling was over, I couldn't help gaze into her eyes as I caressed her cheek. We knew how much we loved each other. There were now six people in my life who now owned a piece of my heart. My sister. Our mother. Our four children. After what happened with my ex-wife all those years ago, I had been left wondering if my heart would ever feel whole again. I would never have imagined it was my sister, and then my mother, who would help me feel love and loved like never before.

Pulling her closer, she sighed happily as I started to hum a tune she would have known well. I didn't have to sing the words as she knew the song as well as I did. She was my girl and I loved her so, and I knew no-one would ever steal her away. She was mine, I was hers, and that was all that mattered. I was looking forward to the next few decades we would have together, watching our children grow into adults, starting families of their own. So much to look forward to.

Life is a series of decision and choices. Moving north to the home of the flame trees? Yeah, that was certainly the first in a number of great choices I made that led me to where I was right now, a house full of love with rooms full of our children, and also our mother, with my little sister in my arms. Kissing her forehead, she whispered her love for me.

I would always return that love until my last breath.

*****

A/N - I'm not sure when version two will be out as I haven't started writing it, but I'll ensure it is completely different to this one, more than likely a genuine romance between brother and sister, without too much drama from the ex-wife nor the mother being involved except to provide love and support for her two children.

Regarding some of the divorce portion with Hayley, I did ignore a few things for the purpose of added drama. For example, counselling is only mandatory if the couple is married for less than two years. A divorce pretty much can't be fought if proven the marriage has 'irretrievably broken down', though the partner can oppose by filing a response. But preventing a divorce once paperwork has been submitted isn't common unless the person filing has a change of heart.

Australia is a 'no fault' country so the jilted spouse cannot use adultery as a reason for divorce. The Divorce Order only applies to the dissolution of the marriage. Parenting and property agreements are agreed separately.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed the story and keep an eye out for the alternate version that will come out sometime in the future.