That’s sick.”Mom’s words were coming out really tired. She seemed to be resigned to the fact now but seemed to be trying to find a rationale for...our behaviour.“It’s unusual, yes.” Admitted Jenny, “but it’s far from sick.”“Incest is sick.”“That’s what society thinks. But our experience is different. There is nothing sick about what we’ve been doing.”“Incest is sick.” Repeated mom.“It’s not!” Replied Jenny and Louise almost at the same time.“Your brother is raping you. It’s sick and. Had she fingered herself while she was teasing me, and if so, did she want me to actually taste her by placing her wet finger on my lips? She looked me in the eye and said she would see me later and to enjoy my evening home alone. She smiled and walked out to her car and left. I stayed on the couch for minutes, thinking about what she had said, how she had kissed me, and the taste of her on my lips. I was still hard as a rock, and was already leaking precum from the tip of my penis. I knew I. It’s that silence that drives you crazy. That urge to peek at what they’re doing. But I resisted. I sat there, like a good “cuckold” and jacked my cock – to silence and the mental images that are associated with. I would hear slight laughs, talking, but nothing I could determine. But, lacking a true cuckoldress I folded. I gave in. I gave into temptation. I leaned forward in my chair a saw my wife sucking Mark’s cock as he lay on the couch with his head back. I stoked myself as my wife. Dagny used it whenever I wasn’t quite getting something. It didn’t happen often, but she knew that sometimes I was a little different. “No, Dad, I’m not playing this year. I need to concentrate on my grades if I want to get into Yale.”“But ... but you’re a volleyball player. You love volleyball. That’s what you do.”“Yeah, and I’ll still play, just not on the team. It’s okay, Dad.”Trying to reassure her, I smiled. It felt forced and must have looked that way. “All right, honey. Maybe ... maybe.