Jeff sat in front of his computer, his pants around his ankles and his little sister sitting on his lap. She also had her pants pulled down, and Jeff fingered her sweet little pussy. His cock stuck up between her legs where she could take it with her hands and play with it. She loved to find new ways to get reactions out of Jeff by fondling him there, and tonight she had discovered a great one. By grasping it tightly with one hand and running the nail of her index finger on the other hand lightly over the head, she had him squirming all over his seat.
Lately this kind of sex play was their favorite pastime. Usually accompanied by browsing for porn on the computer, it was one of the best experiences in the world for Jeff. With their father in the house, they had to be able to dress at a moment's notice in case he called them, plus they couldn't afford to make a mess that they would have to clean up, so sex was right out. So to keep things clean (and because she enjoyed it so much), as soon as Jeff got near an orgasm, she always knelt down in front of him and took it down her throat.
Tonight, they stimulated each other to the pictures they had taken of the two of them in the shower, the first time they had brought each other to climax. Now that he had gotten over his initial moral hangups about it, he could look back on the event with fondness, recognizing it as one of the most erotic things he had ever experienced.
He often found himself impatient for the summer to begin, especially now in the middle of winter. It would mean long days without school but Greg still gone to work, leaving Jeff alone in the house with his sisters. Lissa would be home for the summer, but she wouldn't get in the way of Jeff's and Brit's fun. In fact, she would probably want to join in. Throw Kari, Crystal, and Allison into the mix, and Jeff would be in heaven. He wondered if he could convince Allison to invite Rachael over this summer.
But that was over four months away. During these cold days with everyone cooped up in the house, he had to make do with what he had, a few moments alone in his room with his little sister. Still, this sex play, though not as good as the real thing, certainly felt nice as well. Besides, if they were quiet they also had tonight after everyone went to bed.
He was starting to moan a little too loudly, so Brit backed off a bit. The last thing they needed was to have their father get suspicious and come to see what they were up to. It wasn't all that dangerous; Allison would likely come up and warn them first, but they didn't want to push their luck. Brit reduced her stimulation of his cock to a gentle stroking while Jeff massaged her breasts and kissed her tenderly on the neck and shoulders.
He loved the taste of her, if it could be called that. It wasn't so much any particular flavor as just the warmth and softness of her skin on his lips. Kissing her felt so pleasant, he could just do it for hours if no one interrupted him. Of course, Brit liked to kiss him back just as much, if not more.
They cuddled like that for a few minutes, just having fun being near each other. While they certainly enjoyed sex together, they both agreed that most of that was due to the intimacy and closeness of their bodies. When they slept together, even if there was no chance of getting caught, they didn't necessarily make love; often they just held each other, maybe kissed a little, and then dropped off to sleep in peaceful contentment.
They heard someone knock at the bedroom door, and immediately froze. "Jeff, Kari's on the phone for you," they heard Allison's voice say on the other end, and the children relaxed. There was really no need to worry after all. For one thing, the door was locked, for another, even if it weren't, if Allison peeked in she would probably ignore what they were doing, or at worst give them a warning about carrying on like that with their father home.
"Okay, I'll be down in a second," he responded.
"And Brit," said Allison, "I could really use your help in the kitchen. I'm in the mood for a pie for dessert tonight, and it would go a lot quicker if there were two of us making it."
"Yummy!" Brit replied, her usual response to anything having to do with food. Brit hopped off of her brother's lap, then the two of them pulled up their pants. Jeff turned off the screen but left the computer on; since neither he nor Brit had gotten off yet, they would no doubt want to continue the fun later. He followed his little sister to the bedroom door and met Allison outside. Suddenly, she put her hand to Jeff's crotch and gave a squeeze, no doubt feeling his subsiding erection.
"Just as I suspected," Allison grinned, giving him a wink. The three of them laughed, then headed down the stairs.
As the girls made their way through the dining room to the kitchen, Jeff reached for the phone.
"Hi, Kari," he said as soon as he lifted the receiver to his ear. "What's up?"
"Hi, Jeff," replied Kari. "I was wondering if you could do me a favor? I left my math book at school, and I need it to do my homework."
"Well I've got mine. Do you want me to bring it over and we can work on our homework together? I could bring Brit over to 'study' with Crystal too."
"I'd like to, but my dad's taking Crystal and me out to dinner tonight. I just need you to read off the problems on page 218 so I can copy them down."
"Sure," he replied. "Um, Dad?" he called.
Greg peeked out from the living room.
"Could you run upstairs and bring me my math book from my backpack?" Jeff requested. "It should be sitting near my bed."
"Sure thing," Greg smiled, then headed up the stairs.
"My dad's on top of it," Jeff told Kari. "You know, you're really getting into this whole math thing ever since Allison tutored you."
"I guess it's just exciting to suddenly understand it all when I had been completely in the dark for so long. And there's a certain satisfaction in knowing that I'm not dumb after all."
"No one ever said you were dumb."
"So how are you and Brit getting along?" asked Kari.
"Just great. You should have seen us earlier tonight."
"Oh yeah?" asked Kari, and Jeff could sense the excitement in her voice. "What did you do?"
"I'm sorry, but I cannot reveal that over an insecure line," Jeff teased.
"Yes, the anti-fun police might discover that you two aren't fighting any more."
"Oh, my dad already knows all about us not fighting. It's the rest I'm worried about."
"You're dad's not that bad," Kari said. "He's certainly not anti-fun. He took us all camping last summer, after all."
"Yes, but lately I've felt guilty because I've looked forward to the times that he's out of the house so that... well, so that we can have a little privacy," he said, lowering his voice.
"It's okay. You're a teenager. All teenagers go through a temporary phase where they don't enjoy spending time with their parents. Allison doesn't count, of course."
"Of course," Jeff laughed. "You and your dad seem to get along, though."
"Well, sometimes I'm just as eager to get rid of him as you are of yours. Mostly when you're over here visiting, although sometimes I wouldn't mind some time alone with my little sister."
"I know exactly how you feel. So anyway--"
He cut off suddenly as he saw Greg storming down the stairs, rage on his face. There was something terrifying in that look; he rarely lost his temper like that. Even when his ex-wife had run off with another man, the anger was more subdued.
"Get off the phone!" he yelled at Jeff.
Jeff stared at him in shock for a second. "Um... Kari, I'll have to call you back. My dad's angry about something."
"No problem. I'll talk to you later."
"Bye." He hung up the phone, then turned to face his father, who grabbed him by the collar, taking him completely by surprise.
"What are you doing?" Jeff demanded, startled and not a little fearful.
"Brit, get in here NOW!" Greg roared.
A few seconds later, Brit and Allison appeared in the dining room doorway, staring at Greg in surprise.
"You fucked your sister?" Greg shouted in Jeff's face.
"What?" asked Jeff, stunned to hear that kind of language coming from his father, who had always insisted on civil tones and proper vocabulary.
"I just saw those pictures of you two in the shower!" Greg said. "I asked you if you fucked your sister?"
Jeff could hear Britney start to cry, and she even dashed into the living room and sat down on the couch, burying her face in the arm. Jeff was too afraid for his own life. It was all over. If his father had seen those pictures, there could be no denying it. He would have to face the consequences.
Then another feeling began to grow in him, not shame or guilt or fear, but anger. Jeff was going to be punished for the same thing his father had done! It wasn't fair! And worse yet, Brit might receive the same treatment. He could face the punishment himself, because he had earned it. But he would be damned if he would let Greg do the same to Brit!
With strength he didn't know he possessed, he shoved his father away from him. "Go to hell!" he shouted.
"Jeff!" Allison exclaimed, but it was far too late to defuse the situation.
Jeff sat down on the couch and put his arms around his little sister. She buried her head in his shoulder and sobbed.
"Don't you touch my daughter, you filthy pervert!" Greg roared, reaching for him.
"Greg, dear, I think we need to talk about this," Allison said calmly.
"It's too late for talk! I'm going to tan his hide!"
Jeff stood up. "Go ahead," he said stubbornly. "Do what you want, because I earned it. And to answer your question, yes, I fucked Brit. And yes, I'm going to keep fucking her. But while you're punishing me, just remember that you're just as guilty as I am."
"Why you little--"
"Because I've seen certain pictures as well."
That stopped Greg in his tracks. Allison gasped, putting a hand over her mouth. Greg opened his mouth as if to say something, but no words came out.
Now Jeff had him. In an instant, he had claimed control. Now he had to make sure he kept it.
"I don't know if I've seen all the pictures," he continued, "but I've seen enough. Remember your little sailing trip you took last summer?"
"What were you doing on my computer?"
"Finding photos of Hawaii for a report Brit had to do for school. Don't worry. We didn't use those pictures. But that's beside the point. You're mad because I've been sleeping with your daughter. Well, what do you call Lissa giving you a blowjob?"
Pale and trembling, Greg sat down in the nearest chair. "Oh god!" he said, then put his head in his hand. Then he did something Jeff had never seen him do. He began to cry. "You're right!" he sobbed. "I'm a horrible father. I'm just a sick, perverted bastard!"
Seeing her father like this, Brit also began to cry again. Jeff sat down once more and put his arms around her. "It's okay," he soothed. "Everything's going to be okay."
"I'm afraid I have a confession to make," said Allison, a little subdued. "If you're looking for someone to blame, blame me."
Everyone stared at her.
"Geoffrey, for your information, those photos on the sailboat were really just a joke that got out of hand. We were having so much fun that we just crossed the line without thinking about it. I was the one encouraging them every step of the way. They certainly wouldn't have done it if I hadn't been there! And by the way, that last picture you saw was the last time your father ever did anything like that with your sister. He didn't even... Well, let's just say I had to finish him up afterward, and leave it at that. We had always meant to delete those pictures, but we never got around to it. And now we see the consequences.
"And Greg, as for Jeff and Brit, well, I told you I knew right from the beginning that Brit was in love with Jeff. Oh, she didn't come right out and say it, but I think it was obvious to everyone. I'm sorry, Brit, but this is something I have to say. If I were a normal mother, or even stepmother, I would have told her that those feelings were wrong, that they were abnormal. But the truth of the matter is, they're not. Lots of girls develop a temporary crush on their brothers as they're growing up. Most don't do anything about it. I didn't tell her she was evil, or to control herself, or to forget about it. No, I told her to go for it! Rachael and I even did some scheming to help them along."
"But why?" Greg asked.
"Because personally, I don't see anything wrong with it. It was obvious that Brit was starting to be interested in sex, but she's young and inexperienced enough that she would be easy prey for some boy at school. It was better for her first relationship to be with someone who cared about her deeply."
"But her own brother? That's incest!"
"So what? We already know you're not opposed to it in general, just when it doesn't involve you."
"That's not fair."
"Isn't it? Because in a sense, Jeff was right. You did do something sexual with your daughter, even if it was just a joke. That means you're not as appalled by it as you claim, or you wouldn't have posed for those photos with her. So the only question left is what are you going to do?"
"I don't know," Greg mumbled.
"Jeff, Brit, would you two please go upstairs?" asked Allison. "Your father and I need to talk. Oh, and go to your separate bedrooms," she added as an afterthought. "At least until I get this straightened out with him."
Still a little frightened, the children hurried up the stairs. Before separating, Jeff took Brit in his arms and gave her a hug. "Everything's going to turn out all right," he reassured her.
"But Dad--" she began.
"Don't you worry about Dad. Allison is fixing thing with him. And what she doesn't fix, I will. I promise."
Brit nodded, then the two of them released each other. Jeff watched her head down the hall until she disappeared into her bedroom, then he entered his own and lay down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
Actually, now that he thought about it, he felt a certain relief. He hated lying to his father, he hated sneaking around behind his back, he hated wishing his father would leave the house so that Jeff could be alone with Brit. Although he knew things were likely to come to an end between his sister and him, he no longer had to worry about keeping things secret any more.
But he also dreaded what the future would hold. No doubt Greg would lay down the law, and the children would no longer be able to continue their relationship. He hated to give up Brit, and for a moment he had a fleeting thought of running away with her. But no, that wouldn't solve anything. He had no way to take care of her, no prospects for a job or a place to live. Like it or not, they were stuck here in this house, and that meant living by their father's rules.
It was at least half an hour later when there came a knock on the door. Allison entered, followed by Brit.
"Have a seat, Brit," Allison told her, and she sat down on the bed next to Jeff.
"All right," Allison began. "Your father is not going to punish you," she announced, "because he understands that this is partly his fault. But he insists that this relationship has to end."
"What?" exclaimed Brit.
"This shouldn't come as any surprise; you know how prudish your father can be. Me, I have no problem with it, but I have to respect his wishes in this. So now you have a choice. You can either promise not to have sex with each other any more, or if you have any doubts about your ability to keep that promise, we make some rules here that you two will never be alone together again. So which one will it be?"
Jeff glanced over at Brit. She looked extremely disappointed. He felt the same way; these past few months had been absolutely wonderful. He had never felt happier in his life. Now it was all ending.
"Jeff, this shouldn't be too much of a choice for you," Allison said. "You've got a girlfriend that likes to screw, so you can get all the sex you want. Brit, you on the other hand have a more difficult choice. In the absence of a boyfriend, you're really giving up sex completely. At least, sex with a boy. Greg still doesn't know about Crystal and you, and I think it's better that it stay that way for the time being. The question is whether you'll be able to control yourself around Jeff?"
"I think I can keep her under control," Jeff offered.
"No, I don't think you can. I've never met a man yet who could control his own urges when a hot girl wants him that badly, much less control the girl. So Brit, it's up to you. What do you say?"
"Oh, all right. I promise not to have sex with him."
Allison smiled. "I was hoping you would say that. I would hate to have to chaperone you all the time, because there are plenty of things you can do to enjoy each other's company without sex.
"Oh, and one more thing," she said. "Your father's downstairs deleting those photos off of his computer. He insists that you do the same. There are to be no nude photos of any member of this family on any computer in the house. Is that clear?"
"Yes," said Jeff.
"Good. Now I'm sure you two need a few minutes alone, so I'll leave you here to talk. Just talk, do you understand?"
They both nodded. Allison stood and headed for the door. Just before opening it, she turned back around. "By the way, Jeff, did I ever explain to you the first rule of using computers?"
"If all else fails, check the power cord?"
"No, that's the second rule. The first rule is to always keep good backups." She winked, then opened the door and stepped out into the hall.
"What did she mean by that?" asked Brit.
"It means that before I delete the pictures, I should back them up," he grinned.
He would take care of that later. Right now he needed to have a talk with his sister. He motioned for her to come over and sit on his lap, which she did without hesitation. She lay against his chest, the top of her head nestled up under his chin. He felt her heart beating rapidly, and knew that she was still a little frightened.
"It's okay, Brit," he told her soothingly.
"I don't think I've ever seen Daddy so mad before," said Brit. "It was scary."
"I know, but do you want to know why he was mad?"
"Because he would do anything to see that we didn't get hurt, and then he thought that we were hurting ourselves."
"I don't understand."
"I know. But you know how Dad is. Anything remotely resembling sex is bad for us, in his eyes. So when he saw those pictures, he thought we were doing things that would ruin our lives."
"I'm still confused."
"Look. If I saw you about to jump off a cliff, do you think I would stop you?"
"I know you would."
"Because you love me."
"Right. Do you think Dad would do the same?"
"Because he loves me too."
"And do you think that he might yell at you, or lecture you about it afterward?"
"All right, to Dad, what we did is the equivalent of jumping off of a cliff. That's why he was so angry."
Brit stared down at the floor for a minute, thinking about what he had told her.
"I suppose that makes sense," she said.
"Good. Just remember, Dad loves us. He wouldn't get mad if it wasn't for our own benefit."
Brit stared at him for a second, then stood up.
"Where are you going?" asked Jeff.
"I'll be back in a few minutes," she replied. "I just... I just need to hear it from him."
Greg and Allison sat in silence in their bedroom, both lost in thought. Everything that needed to be said had already been said, and now they needed time to think things through. Greg held a book in his hand, reading the same page over and over again without understanding the words, while Allison typed away on her laptop computer.
Greg felt deeply hurt by what had been going on with his children. Worse than that, he felt that the whole thing was his own fault. For one brief moment he had let down his guard, throwing away all the morality and virtue that he had tried to instill in his children, and by doing so he had exposed them to all the vile things of the world. How could he blame them when he had set the example?
Of course, Allison insisted on blaming herself, claiming that she had been the one to instigate things in both cases. While technically true, he had committed the act himself, and had to take the responsibility for it. That was why he had agreed not to be angry any more with Jeff or Brit, or even with Allison herself. This whole thing was his own damn fault.
Worse than that, though, was the thought of how much harm had come to his children. Jeff could take care of himself; he was probably bragging about the relationship to his friends at school, not a pleasant thought. But Brit was only on the verge of turning fourteen. She was still a little girl.
No, he could no longer think of her like that. The naked pictures of her in the shower showed him just how much of a woman she really was. When he saw Jeff and Brit there, groping and fondling each other, it had enraged him, partly because it ruined his belief in Britney's innocence, but when he was honest with himself, it was also partly because he was jealous.
It wasn't that he entertained any fantasies about seducing her in the shower like Jeff had. Admittedly, he could see from the pictures that she had a very nice body, and he had always thought her face was beautiful in that childlike way. But she had always been his little girl, his little angel. Now there was a closeness between Jeff and her that Greg would never share. In that sense, Jeff had taken her away from him. She loved Jeff the way she would never love Greg.
Maybe it was because he had so recently lost Lissa. To have Lissa no longer living here was a sad thought, though also a happy one in knowing that she was grown up and moving on with her life, but he took comfort in knowing that he still had his other little girl to care for. Now even that was taken from him.
There came a knock at the door.
"Come in," Greg said.
As if summoned by his thoughts of her, Brit timidly opened the door and stepped into the room. Her eyes were still red and puffy from when she had been crying earlier in the evening, and she had a worried, almost fearful look on her face.
"Daddy, can I talk to you alone for a minute?" she asked, glancing at Allison.
"I think I'll go make supper," Allison offered, then slipped quietly out the door. Brit stood there before him, her lower lip trembling and her eyes on the verge of tears.
"What is it, baby?" he asked.
"Daddy, I'm so sorry," she blurted out through a half-sob.
All the anger he had felt suddenly melted away, and his heart went out to her. He held out his arms, and she climbed onto his lap and collapsed against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her in a tender embrace, hugging her tightly to him. She broke down in tears again, soaking his shirt with moisture.
"It's all right," he soothed. "You're still my little angel."
"But that's just it!" she said. "I don't feel like an angel anymore. When I think of what I've done... what you must think of me, Daddy... You must hate me."
"Of course I don't hate you! Whatever gave you that impression?"
"Because I know how much you want me to be good, and I let you down."
"I want you to be good because I don't want to see you get hurt."
"But I wasn't being hurt."
"I know it's hard for you to understand right now, but some things can hurt you without you realizing it for months, or even years. You have to trust me on this, okay, baby?"
"I trust you, Daddy," she said, wiping away her tears.
"That's a good girl. Remember, whatever you do I'll always love you. I just want to see you happy."
"Really? You'll always love me, Daddy?"
"What kind of a question is that? Of course I'll always love you. I wouldn't lie to you."
Promise me you won't ever lie to me?"
"I promise I won't ever lie to you, Angel."
With that, she lay her head back down on his shoulder and hugged him even tighter. At that moment, she could have asked him to promise to shoot himself in the head, and he would have done so willingly.
Then she glanced up at him again. "Daddy, can I ask you one more favor?"
"Don't be mad at Jeff. It wasn't his fault. I'm the one who got it into my head that I wanted to... be with him. He was hesitant the whole time, though. He didn't want to see me hurt any more than you do. In fact, he was a complete gentleman about it."
"Allison explained the whole thing to me, at least as much as she knew about. And the rest, I don't want to know. So I'm not going to be mad any more, at either of you two. As long as you don't ever do this again. Okay?"
"Okay," she said. "I love you, Daddy." The fear and uncertainly had disappeared from her face, replaced by a smile of contentment. Suddenly she was his little girl again, and he couldn't remember ever loving her more than he did in that one moment. She had made a foolish mistake, but in the end, there was no permanent harm. She was no longer pure, but he found that it didn't bother him as much as he would have expected. As long as she was happy, he was happy.
"That's what I like to see, my angel smiling," he said.
She gave him a quick kiss, then hopped up off of his lap and headed for the door.