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 Title: The White Rose Crisis Ch.  03


Summary: Will investigates- love, lust, and a confrontation.


Keywords: inc,fic



   Part 3: Investigating incest

   "Will!  Did you move my shoes???"

   "Your shoes are in the laundry, they smell bad and I didn't think we
needed to be subjected to that." Jaimi retrieved her missing shoes and made
a face at me.

   "Well that was nice of you, except the part where your shoes smell worse
than mine.  But it's the thought that counts." I smiled as she sat down to
tie her laces, getting up to put my breakfast bowl in the sink.  As I
passed her I ruffled her hair playfully, smiling more as she tried to slap
my hand away.  Mum found it all very amusing.

   "Well, you two certainly are getting along better aren't you?" she
noted. Jaimi winked at me and I winked back.  It was true, in the 2 days
since the confrontation with my sister we had found a new kind of
relationship forming between us, and it was definitely friendlier than what
we had before.

   "Well, I'm off to work.  Are you getting a lift with me Jaimi?" Mum
asked.  My little sister quickly got up and followed Mum to the door,
grabbing her gym bag on the way.

   "Hope you don't stink out the locker room with your shoes!" I called
out. She turned and stuck her tongue out at me.

   "Don't get too comfortable, I think it's time you crawled off the couch
and got out more!" she replied, winking at me again.  I was still trying to
work out what she meant when the door closed and they were gone.  After
finishing up in the kitchen I headed upstairs to my room, pondering the
events which had led to this happy new life with my sister.

   I had seen myself as a monster.  I thought I had gotten her pregnant,
and almost blurted out an apology for having sex with her while completely
drunk at my older sister Sarah's wedding, when in actual fact she was no
where near me at the time.  I had been paranoid, and it very nearly got the
better of me.  But we talked about her troubles instead, and things were
fine between us now, so I decided from then on I would need to be much more
careful.

   To that end, I had a plan.  In a small box underneath my bed, between my
spare runners and lecture notes from last semester's bioanthropology class,
sat the clues I had collected about the mystery girl at the wedding.  One
of those clues was a list of things I remembered from our sexual encounter
in the bedroom:

   red underwear

   soft long(ish) hair - straight?  Wavy?

   bright nails?

   breasts - not as small as Meghan's, larger

   pubic hair - short, trimmed, dark colour

   missing rose

   The box also contained the white fabric rose from the wedding that had
fallen off my girl's dress, as well as several printed photos.  I'd started
gathering USB drives and memory cards from everyone who had taken photos at
the wedding, downloading anything relevant and going through one by one
examining them for information.  I'd only spoken to a few people so far and
had lots more to collect; I could only hope that the gaps in the night
would be filled by a well-timed picture, but there was no way of knowing
until I saw everything.

   One of the photos I printed out showed all of the girls in the bridal
party and one or two others, differentiated by their dark or light blue
dresses and the presence of the roses.  It was taken at the start of the
night, and it showed white roses on my sister Sarah - the bride in her
white gown - her bridesmaids Jaimi, my other sister, Lucy, my cousin, and
Meghan our childhood friend, in their light blue matching dresses, and Mum,
Auntie Ellie, my other young cousin Amy and Jaimi's friend Taylor in
slightly darker blue dresses.  These were my potential girls.

   Four of them - Taylor, Amy, Mum, and Jaimi - had crosses in red marker
on their dresses, showing I had eliminated them as possibilities.  Mum and
Taylor both had their roses at the wedding not long after I left the
bedroom, as did Amy - not that I had considered her an actual possibility
anyway, since she was only an 8th grader and had been stuck downstairs all
night.  Jaimi had produced her dress and rose for Mum a day after our talk,
stain free, which further convinced me that we hadn't had sex.

   Meghan I was fairly sure hadn't been in the room - a fact which didn't
make me feel any less uncomfortable - as her body was different enough from
the others that I figured I would probably have been able to feel that it
wasn't her.  With only vague drunken guesswork to go on, though, I decided
I couldn't completely rule her out, so as a technical possibility I had
left her uncrossed.  The other three options were Sarah, Auntie Ellie and
Lucy.

   Lucy.  I held up a photo I had just downloaded off of a memory card one
of my uncles gave me that showed Lucy, Jaimi and a few other girls at a
table.  I wasn't sure but it looked later in the day, some time after I had
been upstairs.  They were all laughing and having a good time - I thought I
could see Jaimi fidgeting with her rose, so it was probably after her own
drunken fuck, which I still couldn't get out of my head for some reason -
and there was a drink in everyone's hand.  My eyes were on Lucy, though. 
By now everyone had let their hair down, literally and figuratively, and
hers was slightly messed up.  She was reasonably red in the face, and there
on her chest...no rose.

   I wasn't happy about the chances of my having committed incest, but both
before and after I realised it might have happened I had admitted to myself
at least once that my cousin Lucy was sexy.  All my guy friends were after
her, and some of the girls too, not that she was giving in to their
advances.  She had a way of flaunting her body without coming across as
slutty or anything - she often dressed quite casually, and her outfits
never went as short and skimpy as those of other girls her age.  I kind of
liked that about both her and Meghan.  I'm a simple guy to please, and they
both enjoyed having a good time but never at the expense of their dignity.
Lucy was definitely more of a free spirit though, the kind of girl who
would occasionally blurt out something sexual she had gotten up to or was
into and shrug off the amazed eyes of her male friends...

   My phone going off snapped me out of my thoughts and I answered it
automatically.

   "Hello, this is Will."

   "Hey, it's Meghan." My eyes popped open and I dropped the photos. 
Somehow I felt dirty even holding them while talking to her.

   "Oh hey Meghan, yeah, what's up?"

   "I haven't heard from you in a while, how are you?" I knew she had
spoken to Jaimi, so this wasn't a general family call.

   "I'm alright, lots to do before uni goes back, you know.  How 'bout
you?"

   "Yeah, pretty busy.  Lots to do." There was a pause.  "Did you get my
message?" Her message...free for coffee.  The day after talking to Jaimi I
had started playing detective and completely forgot.

   "Yeah, yeah sorry I got caught up doing stuff, I totally forgot about
that.  Didn't mean to leave you hanging."

   "Oh no, that's alright, you didn't, it was only if you were free." She
sounded slightly flustered now.

   "I was, well I mean I thought I was I just, yeah, got caught up," I
finished lamely.  You already said that dumbass.  "I'll make it up to you,
it'd be nice to have coffee before things properly pick up again."

   "You could make up to me now, if you like?" she said quietly.  That was
a different tone of voice to what I was used to hearing.  Was she...asking
me out?

   "Hello?"

   "Yes, yes I'm here."

   "You have something else on, I'm sorry, it's cool."

   "No!  I mean - no, I'm not busy.  Where would you like to go?"

   "Well, we could meet up at the shops first, then decide?  I heard the
northside shopping centre looks good after the renovations."

   "Sure, but maybe give me maybe half an hour to have a shower and get
moving."

   "Ok great, I'll see you there.  Bye!" She sounded a lot perkier, I
couldn't help but smile at that as I put my phone down and turned back to
the photos.  The last few weeks had been really rough on her.  She'd been
depressed and Sarah mentioned that she hadn't been sleeping well. 
Considering all that, this was actually a very cheerful mood.  I wondered
if the meeting could mean what I thought it might.  All these years and I
don't think either of us had seriously considered hanging out as anything
more than friends, for no real reason either.  Even if I was only thinking
of the word "date", it would still make this something special.

   I packed up the photos and put the list of clues back into the box,
looking one last time at the one of Lucy.  Jaimi said she had hooked up
with someone, but so far I hadn't seen her getting particularly close to
any guys whatsoever.  She had spent most of the night with the girls
getting tipsy, and unless I could find a photo showing her taking interest
in another guy I was more than a little worried.  Her boobs were big, she
was appropriately drunk and I could imagine her being into quickies, even
at weddings.  I shook my head and put the photo with the others, sliding
the box back under my bed and heading for the bathroom.  A break is what I
needed.  Too much stress and I could start getting paranoid again.

   -

   I pulled into the carpark of the northside shops, running just a few
minutes over time.  I felt nervous for a number of reasons, partly because
this sort of opportunity had never previously presented itself.  Being a
guy I had of course thought about Meghan before - I'd have to be a little
absent-minded not to - but this was the first time in our later years we
had both been commitment-free, and weddings to tend to make people think
about their own futures.  Having spent a fair amount of time around each
other leading up to the big day, not seeing each other for more than a week
afterwards felt quite strange, and it was only now that I was beginning to
gain control over the turmoil my emotions had gone through that it had
become apparent to me.  I quickly promised myself I would do right by both
of us and put recent events out of my mind to just enjoy our time together.


   As I locked the car my phone buzzed with a new message:

   hey did u want to meet at coffee guild?  ill be waiting outside ;)

   I smiled and quickly replied.  She certainly seemed much perkier than
before the wedding.  Sarah hadn't specified what her issue was, only that
it was mostly to do with her previous relationship and subsequent fallout.
This will be good for the both of us, I thought to myself, and headed
inside to meet her.

   When I reached Coffee Guild there she was, waiting for me.  Meghan wore
plain blue jeans and green runners with a small dark maroon hoodie that
seemed to hug her slim form, her hands tucked deep into the pockets.  Her
brown hair which usually fell below her shoulders looked like it had been
cut a little shorter and was tied back in a small modest ponytail, and she
wore a dark grey scarf around her neck against the cold.  When she saw me
she pulled a woollen gloved hand out of one pocket and waved, smiling at
me. I couldn't help but smile back at her; if there's one thing I always
loved about Meghan it's how cute she looks in even the simplest outfit, her
hazel eyes glowing from behind her glasses.

   "Hey," she said as I approached her.  "I'm actually a little hungry so I
thought maybe we could have some lunch."

   "Sure, I could eat.  Are you happy to eat here?" she nodded and we went
in to find a spot.  It was fairly packed but we managed to find a pair of
seats at a small table in the corner, so Meghan sat down and held the table
while I went up and ordered a few sandwiches and coffees.  I looked over
while I waited in line and she was sitting happily at our table for two,
and once again I couldn't help but notice how good her mood was.  Whatever
problems had been troubling her may have passed, but secretly I hoped it
was because she was out with me right now instead of home alone.

   We chatted for a while, just catching up and talking.  She told me her
progress at work and university and I genuinely took an interest.  I made
the occasional joke and she genuinely laughed.  Things were fine between
us, and I was having a good time.  Then as we got to the end of our drinks
she took a breath and closed up a little, the way she does when she is
feeling shy.

   "So I've been thinking," she said.

   "And you're alright?" I replied.  She smacked my hand and smiled, but
she was clearly nervous.

   "Yes I am, thankyou very much.  Well, I actually did some thinking a
while ago, and at the wedding I sort of made a decision." I tried not to
let the word 'wedding' trigger unpleasant memories.  Instead I pictured
Meghan the way she was, wearing her gorgeous blue dress, sitting at a table
alone.  I had wanted to go over to her, but I never did.  Was that going to
affect this talk?

   "What is it, Meghan?  You know you can talk to me about anything." she
looked up at me and a small smile spread across her lips.  It made me feel
a lot better.

   "When I broke up with Dan, I got really depressed, for a number of
reasons.  I was glad to have you and Sarah and everyone else there for me,"
she said.  "I spent a lot of time alone, and I realized I've been doing
some consistent things in my relationships.  Stupid things, or at least,
some pretty not smart things.  I knew I had to change somehow." She fiddled
with her mug.  "In a way, though, even though I've been fairly miserable, I
feel like the timing worked out really well, because I was the happiest I'd
been in a long time watching Sarah get married." She looked up at me to see
if I was still following.  I was listening more intently than I'd ever done
so before.  She looked back down into her half empty mug.

   "I guess you're wondering why I'm telling you this.  Where I'm going
with this is that there's something I want to try.  I've decided that I
want to do things differently, and...well, I don't want this to come across
as just because the timing is right, but I've missed enough chances in this
lifetime to let another one get away." With this she looked up at me again
and this time she wasn't holding anything back.  I could see her interest
there, the same interest I had known would exist as adults, having grown up
as friends.  It wasn't passionate or strong yet, but it was there.

   "I know how I feel, how I've felt for a while now, and I don't know if
you know what I'm talking about, but I think you do.  I guess what I'm
saying is...I love you as a friend, Will.  We've been together for a long
time now, all of us, but I know there's always been a chance for something
else there, something neither of us has acted on, for whatever reason, and
it's been great even still.  But, well...I want to act on it now," she
finished, biting her lip.  I felt guilty all of a sudden.  I realized she
was only hoping that I felt the same way she did.  I had no idea my
feelings had been so hidden all this time, and now after everything she'd
been through it was her taking the emotional gamble.

   "So," I said, feeling an urge to confirm my interest and take her fear
away.  "How do we avoid ruining the friendship we have, if we are trying
for more?" Her face lit up, realising I was prepared to take this chance
with her.  I had grown up with this girl as a close friend, and now we were
going to try something a little different.

   "To put it simply, I want to take things slow.  I know we already know
almost everything about one another, but I think if we take our time
getting to know each other in this new way, it might work.  It's going to
be a little strange at first," she said, smiling shyly at me, "for me,
anyway." I couldn't help but agree that it would take a bit of getting used
to.

   "Ok," I said, raising my cup.  "To taking it slow?" Meghan smiled,
lifting her own.

   "To taking it slow." We touched mugs and sipped the last of our coffee,
a smile on each of our faces.

   -

   "You know, I've never really had a good relationship," said Meghan.  We
were wandering the bookstore, looking for a missing book from her
collection.  "Things always move too fast and get too complicated before I
want them to, and I make decisions based on someone else's actions instead
of my own.  What's worse is that I've ruined a lot of friendships that
way," she finished, biting her lip.

   "I know what you're saying," I replied.  "But I think it'll be
different. We've known each other for a long time.  There's a lot to our
friendship, and I think as long as we are honest with each other then we
will be just fine." She nodded, looking a little relieved.

   We ended up heading to the movies, some comedy about old actors playing
retirees reuniting among casinos and bars for one last hurrah.  It wasn't a
bad movie really, but my mind was on other things.  What would it be like
actually dating Meghan?  Would we act differently at home and with our
friends and family?  There was a lot of trust and love there, but was it
the kind of love we were both after?

   My thoughts were interrupted by a new sensation.  A small, warm hand
slid its way into mine, giving me a gentle squeeze.  I glanced over at
Meghan.  She was watching the movie, but she had a little smile on her
face, the kind of smile I hadn't seen on her for a long time.

   -

   Meghan had work the next two days, so I didn't see her, but given our
slow and steady approach that didn't seem like a bad thing.  We met for
another coffee after that, and again a few days later.  In the meantime, I
had amassed four more batches of photos from the wedding, but none of them
showed much, just basic group photos of the ceremony and afterwards.  I did
notice a lot more of Lucy and Jaimi getting fairly drunk together in one
collection, and even some of Taylor too, but nothing that told me where any
of them had been.

   This was starting to get really frustrating.  The more time that passed
the more I worried about what I would do when I solved the puzzle, and how
I was supposed to explain myself.  I also thought about what the mystery
girl might be doing.  It had been a while since the wedding, and that
couldn't be good.  With no progress made I organised to meet Meghan,
thinking I could justify getting out as a way to clear my head.

   She had just finished work in the city, so we found ourselves walking
hand in hand along the new foreshore development area, where a series of
cafés and restaurants had already cropped up, expecting more business to
come as apartments were sold.  It was a beautiful spot, with a nearby park
that Meghan often came to on her lunch break.  It was a normal day, and I
had been enjoying spending more time with Meghan, especially with her hand
in mine, but then I saw something that almost stopped me in my tracks.

   Taylor...and Lucy.  They were sitting at a popular chocolate shop,
talking quietly to each other, laughing every now and then and leaning in
towards each other, conspiratorially.  Lucy.  She was still on my list, a
contender for the mystery girl from the wedding.  I knew I would have to
check her off sooner or later, but seeing her chatting so easily with
Taylor made me nervous.

   Taylor said she would never tell anyone about what we were planning on
doing in the hotel room.  She knew it would do no good since she was a lot
younger than me and was both Jaimi's classmate and one of Sarah's students.
On the other hand, Lucy was a very sexual girl, and if they got onto a
topic something was bound to come up eventually.  If Lucy figured out she
had had drunk sex at the same time and place that Taylor was expecting to
meet me, it would spell disaster.  If it really was her, I had to tell her
myself, and that meant getting evidence of the truth before she heard it
from anyone else.

   "Everything ok?" Meghan asked.  I turned back to her and nodded, smiling
at her as I gave her hand a squeeze.  She hadn't seen Lucy.

   "Yeah, sorry I'm fine," I replied.  "Just a little tired...I haven't
been sleeping well lately." I didn't tell her why.  The truth was, I didn't
think I ever would.  If I could manage it she would never know what had
happened.  It was a secret I could keep for the sake of the family.

   "Well, how about we just head back to my place?" she suggested.  "We
don't have to stay out, and I'm not particularly hungry." I agreed,
deciding that at least if we stayed indoors and watched a movie I wouldn't
ruin any conversations by acting distant.

   I had been in her apartment before, and knew it wasn't much: it was
fairly small for one thing, and it got a little too hot in the summer, but
it was cheap, and the landlord was a very kind man who didn't give her any
trouble.  We got comfortable on the couch in her one open room and put on a
movie, a semi-new action/adventure based on a popular novel.  The author
had only written like three books, but one of them had been turned into a
movie starring a rugged Australian actor who was very well-known as an
action star.  Meghan and I had both seen it already, so we sat quietly, my
arm around her shoulders, her head resting on my shoulder.

   Despite the peace, I was still in turmoil.  I enjoyed the movie but
Meghan kept glancing up at me, only for brief moments at a time but she
knew I was troubled.  That's the problem with people you've known for most
of your life, they see more than you want them to.

   "You feel really tense," she said, rubbing my back when the movie ended.
"Are you sure everything's alright?"

   "Yeah, I've just got a lot going on."

   "You know you can talk to me about things, right?"

   "I know, it's not like that.  I'm glad I'm here though," I said, patting
her knee gently.  She smiled and sat up.

   "Well while you're here you need to get this tension out," she said,
turning me slightly to the side and pressing her hands against my shoulder
blades.  "This can't be good for you." I protested but she shrugged me off,
so I let her do her thing.  She was good at massage, and even as I resisted
I could feel her working spots on my back that felt tight or sore, gently
kneading them with her fingers and palms.  It did relax me, that's for
sure. She worked her way up my back and rubbed my shoulders, releasing the
stress and rubbing my neck gently.  I felt her lift up off the couch
slightly, then she settled in close behind me, her soft little hands
reaching over my shoulders to wrap around my upper body, pressing her chest
against my back and gently giving me a hug.

   "Thankyou for being here for me," I said.

   "I've always been here," she replied quietly.

   I don't know what caused it.  Maybe it was stress.  Maybe the lack of
sleep.  Maybe it was all the not-knowing that I had been dealing with. 
Maybe it was the biological urges I hadn't acted on - and had been
suppressing - since accidentally sleeping with someone I shouldn't have. 
Or maybe it was just how long I had waited for this to happen deep down
inside, but no matter what the cause I turned around, leaned in, gently
cupped Meghan's cheek in my hand and kissed her lips.  It wasn't hot or
passionate, it was just a kiss, but it was a long kiss, and when she didn't
break away it kept going, and when it finally did end another followed,
softer this time, eliciting more of a response from her.  She kissed me
back, her eyes closed as she pressed her body against my chest and wrapped
her arms around my neck.  My thumb rubbed her cheek as I slowly pressed
against her lips, feeling her give way as our mouths opened.

   After another minute of kissing she finally pulled away, not suddenly or
quickly, just ending the kiss.  Her eyes had been closed the whole time,
but now she opened them and stared into mine, a little red in the cheeks.

   "Wow," she whispered.  Whatever had driven me to do it was now replaced
with a sense of attachment that had up until now been missing from my life.
It was as though we had been friends before the kiss, and were something
else after it.  It wasn't just that there was no going back, or that we had
taken a new step in our relationship, it was more than that.  I didn't know
what it was, but I liked it.  I smiled.

   "You took the words out of my mouth," I whispered back.  Meghan smiled
at me and bit her lip, leaning in for another kiss.  Our lips met again and
this time there was a little heat there, not much, but enough to know that
had we felt ready, we would have been heading for the bedroom.  Neither of
us wanted to rush though, so we stayed put, kissing tenderly for a few more
minutes until she ended up lying on her back on the couch with me on top of
her.  We didn't go any further than a little petting and a bit of
unavoidable grinding.  When we finally did stop Meghan's hair was slightly
messy and she gazed up at me through her glasses with a new look, one I'd
never seen on her before.

   "Will...I'd really like it if we didn't go any further," she said
quietly.  She wasn't upset, in fact she seemed almost disappointed.

   "Ok, sure.  I'm sorry."

   "No!  Don't be, honestly...don't be," she said, blushing quite red and
stroking my cheek.  "I just don't want us to move from friends to, well,
more than friends, too quickly, ok?" I nodded and kissed her lightly on the
tip of her nose.  She smiled up at me, definitely happy.  I sat up and
helped her up with me, straightening our clothes and glowing from the
attention we'd been giving each other.  Meghan's phone buzzed, and I took
the time to check my own for the message that had come in earlier.  It was
Jaimi.

   hey, mum wants you home for dinner.  bring meghan.  no gross stuff!

   I sighed.  This was going to go on for a while.

   "That was work," she said, putting her phone away.  "They want me to
come in tomorrow night.  You don't mind do you?" I shook my head, then
showed the message from Jaimi to Meghan.  She laughed and took my hand.

   "Sounds like a plan," she said cheekily, then leaned in to rest her
forehead against mine.  She was happy, and that meant a lot more to me than
anything.

   We drove to my place, talking and laughing together, wondering what
dinner would be like now that things had changed between us.  I knew my
parents would only too thrilled for us, and tease as she might Jaimi wanted
to see the both of us happy.  I decided to put my fears aside for Meghan,
and instead made a plan in my head as we pulled into the driveway.  I knew
what I had to do.  No more uncertainty.

   We walked to the door hand in hand.  As I went to put my key in the door
Meghan stopped me and pulled me into a kiss, more passionate this time, her
hands snaking up under my arms and pulling me closer, our bodies bumping
together, her slender hips and pleasantly shaped breasts pressing against
me.  She finally released me and gazed up at me, a cheeky grin on her face.


   "Play nice tonight," she teased.  "And maybe we'll let Jaimi catch us
doing that again before I go." I laughed at her cheeky idea.  Things felt
good.  It was going to be a good night.

   -

   It felt wrong.  Everything about it was wrong.  But considering recent
events, wrong wasn't as conflicting as it used to be, and it didn't stop
me.

   It was the next evening, just after sunset, and having decided I needed
to act I had quickly gotten dressed, put the white rose in my pocket and
then hopped in the car and driven out to my cousin's house.  They lived a
reasonable distance away, but thanks to the lack of traffic I made it in
just under an hour.  I cruised past once and it seemed quiet, only one car
parked out front and few lights on.

   I turned around and parked a little way down the street.  It felt way
too private investigator, but I didn't want anyone seeing me so I played it
safe.  Now that I was here I didn't feel any better about it, but if I
really did have sex with Lucy I needed to tell her myself, and that meant
sneaking up to her house and figuring out first hand whether the clues I
remembered about the mystery girl matched her or not.

   I walked slowly up to the house.  The only car there was Lucy's, so I
had a feeling she would probably be alone.  Her little sister, Amy, had
apparently gone on a camping trip with a friend and I hoped she was still
away; I didn't want to be caught spying on my own family by a 13 year old.
Sneaking around to the side, I quietly made my way down towards the biggest
window, looking straight into Lucy's room.  Crouching below the sill I
could hear something inside, so very carefully I eased my way up and gazed
in.  What I saw blew my mind.

   Lucy was lying on her bed, naked apart from a lacy black bra.  She was
gripping the sheets tightly in one hand, her eyes closed and her long red
hair falling loosely around her shoulders.  Her knees were up and spread
wide, and there between her legs was Taylor, wearing only her bra and
underwear, moving her head back and forth as Lucy ran her fingers through
Taylor's hair.  As I watched Taylor pulled down her own undies and slid her
middle finger through her light, very trimmed pubic hair and into her
folds, moaning against Lucy's pussy as she ate my cousin out.

   I couldn't believe it.  Taylor was sleeping with Lucy!  I knew Lucy was
a wild child and suspected she had fooled around with both sexes, but I
hadn't expected this!  I knew at that point that I should turn away, but I
still didn't know if Lucy was the one I had had sex with at Sarah's
wedding. Staying low, I scanned her room for any underwear that may have
been discarded by the two of them.  I spotted a pair of white boylegs, and
on the other side of the bed a black g-string that might have matched her
current bra.  Then my heart stopped as my eyes fell on a pair of lacy red
undies sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed.

   My shoulders sagged, but I shook my head and stayed focused.  Red
underwear isn't uncommon, I thought to myself.  Jaimi had a pair too,
remember?  I needed more evidence, so with a guilty kind of seediness I
turned back to the girls on the bed.

   Taylor was licking Lucy out like crazy.  The older girl was spreading
and closing her legs around Taylor's head as she gripped the bedsheets with
both hands now, her moans getting louder.  Despite everything it was
turning me on.  This could be the second time I had heard Lucy moan like
this - the first time from my cock being in her pussy, and now from a
large-breasted girl with a good tongue who had sucked me off on the same
day.  Not only that, I had never had sex with Taylor, and now watching her
finger sliding in and out of her folds I was beginning to get hard.

   The 18 year old was rubbing herself quicker now and I could hear her own
moaning over the addictive sound of Lucy's.  She was getting close,
slipping a second finger deep into her pussy as she licked Lucy.  Her other
hand appeared and moved up to where her mouth was, hidden by Lucy' left
leg. Even still, I could see Taylor's arm move back and forth and Lucy's
eyes snapped open as she leaned forward.

   "Oh fuck yeah!" Lucy screamed, squeezing her eyes shut and squealing,
her mouth wide open as her body began to shake.  Taylor moaned back and
then I saw her hand drive forward and stop, her fingers no doubt buried
deep in Lucy's pussy as my cousin squirted her juices all over Taylor's
lips and hand, cumming hard.  Watching an insanely hot red head with a
killer body and big breasts cum - even if she was my cousin - was almost
too much for me, my cock straining against my jeans.  I was trying to
resist taking it out but it was a difficult battle.

   Finally Lucy started to calm down, her head flopping back onto the
pillow with her hands out wide, her breasts heaving as she panted hard. 
Taylor diligently licked her all over, slipping her fingers out of her own
pussy and gently spreading the girl's legs wide as she caressed Lucy's
thighs.  Taylor looked up at Lucy and Lucy looked back, a satisfied smile
on her slightly sweaty face.

   "Wow," she gasped to Taylor, "that was so intense.  You're totally
getting better at that." She rubbed her own thighs, taking Taylor's hands
in hers as she gazed down at the younger girl with lust in her eyes. 
"Aren't you glad you came over tonight?"

   "Definitely" smiled Taylor.  She crawled up between Lucy's legs,
grinding against the older girl.  They lay there, wearing only their bras
now, and I was amazed at how good they looked together.  It was like a
dream come true, even if one of them was related to me.

   "I'm glad you talked to Will at the wedding," Lucy said, with a smile on
her face.  Taylor's expression changed and I froze, terrified.  What had
they shared?  What if Taylor told Lucy our plan to have sex in the
bridesmaid's room, and Lucy puts two and two together?  It would be
terrible for her to find out she had committed incest from someone else
other than me.

   "Yeah, I am too," Taylor said quietly.  Lucy picked up on her change in
tone and looked down at her.

   "You don't miss him, do you?" she asked.  Taylor gave Lucy a horrified
stare.  "Wait, that came out wrong.  I mean, I love my cousin, and if it
wasn't for his advice we wouldn't be here, but I thought you liked this, I
thought he helped you see what you really wanted." Taylor shrugged her
shoulders.

   "It is what I want, and I really do like doing this with you, believe
me. When I talked to Will at the wedding he made me realize I have to think
about what I really want, and not be led by someone else's desires." Taylor
rested her head on Lucy's chest, gently caressing her bra.  "It's got
nothing to do with how I feel about you and what we're doing, because I do
love it, but I have to admit I enjoyed fooling around with guys as well,
and I did a bit more with Will than I had with anyone else, and I could
have gone further." Lucy was listening intently, as though she might hear
something new.  I held my breath, afraid Taylor was about to spill too
much.

   "After Will and I met up in the bathroom, we...well, that was when he
helped me realize how silly I've been about hiding what I really want. 
I'll always remember that, but I guess I still have that need to feel
something inside me, that's all." She smiled mischievously.  "And Will does
have a nice cock.  He would have felt pretty good!"

   "Eww!  Don't need to know!" Lucy cried, closing her eyes.  "What you put
in your mouth before is for you to know and me to not worry about." She
leaned down and ran her fingers over Taylor's clit, making her shudder.

   "Besides," Lucy went on.  "I think I might have something to do the
trick." She got up and crossed the room to her wardrobe, giving me a nice
view of her gorgeous bottom as she opened it and rummaged around in a
cardboard box.  Taylor looked over at her curiously, rubbing her fingers
over her juicy wet folds.  Her eyes went wide as Lucy stood up, smiling.

   "How does this look?" she said cheerfully, holding up a reasonably thick
dildo.  It was a big one, with a motor inside that caused it to turn and
vibrate, with strings of small balls inside the shaft that rotated beneath
the outer layer of clear rubber.  Lucy turned it on, watching Taylor's
reaction as the device started moving.

   "Oh my God!" Taylor exclaimed.  "You use that?" Lucy shook her head,
walking back over to the bed.  She still wasn't giving me a clear view
between her legs, so I couldn't tell what colour her pubic hair was - or if
she even had any.  I tried to think of it as a way of confirming or denying
me sleeping with her, but I knew that I really wanted to see anyway.

   "Not yet, I was saving it for something special," she said, climbing
onto the mattress next to Taylor.  "For you." She leaned over and kissed
Taylor on the lips, their arms beginning to wrap around each other as Lucy
lay down between Taylor's legs.  She helped tug Taylor's bra off and then
Taylor unclasped Lucy's bra, pulling it away and revealing Lucy's large
breasts.  I couldn't help but stare at them, not the largest in the world
but by far some of the nicest I would ever see.  They hung next to Taylor's
firm, rounded breasts and I was gazing at heaven itself, my cock really
straining against my clothes now.

   After some heavy making out Lucy pulled back and smiled down at Taylor.

   "Are you ready?" she asked.  Taylor bit her lip.

   "I...I don't know, Lucy," she murmured nervously.  "I'm not sure I can
take something like that.  Not yet anyway." Lucy's smile faded a little,
but she looked into Taylor's eyes.

   "You want the real thing," she said, a statement rather than a question.
Taylor looked like she had let Lucy down, but the older girl smiled again.

   "It's ok, I do have one other idea, maybe something we can do later."

   "You're not disappointed?"

   "A little, yes, but this is just a bit of harmless fun.  I know you're
only now getting into fooling around." Lucy smiled down at Taylor in a way
that made me tremble.

   "Besides, that means I get to enjoy this all to myself," she said
lustily, giving Taylor a small bite on her neck.  Taylor gasped, watching
as Lucy worked her way down the young girl's body, leaving lots of kisses
all over her breasts.

   "God I love your boobs," said Lucy, taking one of the nipples in her
mouth.  "Mmmm, they're so perfectly round and firm...with just the right
squeeze to them," she finished, gently grabbing Taylor's other breast in
her hand and squeezing it.  Taylor giggled, clearly enjoying the attention.


   "Yours are nicer," she breathed, one hand stroking the back of Lucy's
head as she leaned over to suck on the other nipple, Taylor holding her
breast to the girl's mouth.  "They're so big and soft, and they sit
beautifully under your long red hair." Lucy looked up at Taylor, one nipple
between her lips as she gently rubbed her thumb over the other breast,
flicking the wet nipple lightly.  Taylor's breath was already quickening,
her chest rising and falling as Lucy played on her sensitive skin.

   Watching from the window, I had never been so turned on.  This was the
side of Taylor I had wanted when she first suggested fooling around, all
those months ago.  She hadn't said sex specifically, and I always had the
feeling it was because she was a virgin, but now she was really getting
into it.  I wanted to believe I was feeling horny because of her, but I
knew that if she hadn't been fooling around with my hot cousin Lucy the
scene wouldn't have been anywhere near as sexy.  I did notice how soft
Lucy's breasts seemed to be - it was kind of hard not to stare, and Taylor
did seem to want to play with them a lot.  I thought the boobs I felt were
a little smaller than those, especially with no bra to hold them up and in
place.  In that sense, Taylor's were closer to the breasts I felt than
Lucy's.  I was only briefly concerned with that thought though, as I had
one amazing show playing out in front of me.

   Lucy worked her way down Taylor's body, leaving kisses across her skin
while one of her hands continued to play with Taylor's boobs.  Lucy's legs
were closed and I couldn't see between her sexy ass cheeks what her pussy
looked like.  It felt wrong but good at the same time, and the turmoil of
emotions in me somehow relied on seeing between her thighs, whether she was
the mystery girl or not.  I had to see her pussy.

   Lucy continued licking and kissing Taylor, coming up onto her knees and
sticking her bum out.  I waited but with her thighs mostly closed I still
couldn't clearly see her pussy.  Then she knelt up and her bum rested back
on her heels as she held up the dildo, smiling down at Taylor.  Lucy
dragged the big toy through Taylor's folds, getting her juices all over the
head before lifting it up to her lips, opening them wide and taking the
rubber cock into her mouth.  I gaped as Lucy sucked on the toy, almost
lovingly, like she was giving someone the best blowjob of their life.  She
was good, very, very good.  Her tongue twirled and her soft lips slid up
and down the length of the dildo, her eyes closed as she focused on taking
it all the way into her throat.  She didn't even gag.

   As I watched, Lucy leaned forward and spread her thighs slightly, giving
Taylor a big lick with that same talented tongue.  Taylor groaned, rubbing
her nipples as my cousin began eating her out.  I was mesmerised as Lucy
reached back between her legs and held the dildo pointing up.  She rested
her finger over the on switch and as she arched her back downwards, lifting
her bottom high in the air, I saw her at last.  Her pussy was bright pink,
wet, and most importantly shaved, apart from what looked like a small red
landing strip above her clit.  It couldn't have been her that night.  Even
if she had shaved since the wedding the girl in the room had darker
coloured pubes, while Lucy's were bright fiery red.

   I should have stopped looking then.  With no lingering bitemark on her
bumcheeks and the wrong coloured pubic hair I knew I hadn't had sex with
Lucy.  But as much as I wanted to leave, my eyes stayed glued to the window
as Lucy slowly lowered herself down onto the dildo, the head of it pressing
against her wet folds.  Taylor moaned as Lucy licked her out, and with that
she sank down onto the dildo, my cock pulsing as every inch of it slid
inside her.  Lucy paused for a minute, her bottom quivering as she got used
to the enormous mass filling her pussy, but then as she slid her tongue
deep into Taylor's folds she pressed down on the on switch and the device
gave a buzz, the vibration starting and the parts inside beginning to move.


   My hand had taken my cock out of my pants, almost without me realising,
and I was now stroking myself as I watched my cousin Lucy go mental.  As
soon as the dildo had come on she had bucked her hips as though her loins
were on fire, her face buried in Taylor's pussy.  Lucy came up for air,
gasping loudly.

   "Oh fuck me," she moaned.  "This is amazing.  I've never been so
full...shit Taylor, I'm going to cum again." Lucy rocked her hips back and
forth on the dildo as it vibrated and moved deep inside her pussy, her red
hair streaming down her back as she sat up and arched backwards, her
breasts stuck out proudly, nipples rock hard.  She closed her eyes and
bounced up and down slightly as one hand fingered Taylor's pussy and clit,
the younger girl mesmerised by the sight before her.  I was as well,
stroking my cock faster and harder now, wishing I was beneath the goddess
riding that toy.

   "Ohhh shit Taylor, oh fuck...come here," she moaned, pulling the other
girl into a sitting position and kissing her hard, her arms wrapped around
her.  Taylor fingered herself as she pressed her groin against Lucy's, the
vibration no doubt reaching her and making her gasp with pleasure.  Lucy
was moaning more now and pushed Taylor backwards, leaning down and licking
her pussy furiously, her mouth closing over the young girl's clit and
sucking on it, her tongue flicking down into her folds.  Taylor spread her
legs wide and moaned loudly, fingers running through Lucy's hair as she got
close as well.

   As I admired the view of Lucy bent over, her breasts hanging as she
licked Taylor's pussy, Lucy closed her eyes tight and gave a huge moan,
pressing her lips hard against Taylor's folds as a jet of juice shot out of
her pussy around the toy, her hips dropping low and burying it deep inside
her as she came.  She waited like that for a minute, wetness flowing down
her thighs, before easing up and bouncing a few times on it, fucking
herself with the dildo.  I almost came from the sight of it, my sexy cousin
getting off so hard with her tongue deep inside Taylor's sweet little
pussy.

   "Wow, fuck Lucy I'm close now," called Taylor, gripping handfuls of the
redhead's hair.  Lucy's tongue flicked across her folds and into her
entrance faster, one of her hands sliding a set of fingers inside her. 
Taylor gasped as she did so, her eyes wide, staring down at her lover with
uncontrolled desire.  I was getting close to cumming myself when Lucy
lifted her hips up, the dildo slipping from her soaking folds as she
reached back and held it steady, then as she dragged her tongue up through
Taylor's pussy and the younger girl screamed, Lucy lowered herself down
again, the dildo sliding straight into her ass.  She relaxed her muscles
and the enormous shaft eased its way inside her until her cheeks were flat
on the bed, the toy moving inside her asshole.

   "I'm cumming!" yelled Taylor, Lucy's moans vibrating through her pussy
and against her clit as Taylor began shaking wildly, her whole body
reacting to the sensation of her orgasm.  It was too much for me and as
Lucy lifted her ass and slid back down again on the dildo I came as well,
shooting my load onto the ground, watching my cousin fuck her own ass with
a dildo.

   Lucy raised and lowered her asshole up and down the rotating shaft
faster as she dragged her tongue up through Taylor's dripping wet folds and
over her clit, making the younger girl shiver with pleasure.  As Taylor
calmed down Lucy bottomed out on the dildo, her mouth lapping up Taylor's
juices and rubbing her pussy with her fingers.

   "Mmmm, oh my god Lucy," Taylor panted, her breasts rising and falling as
she caught her breath.  "That was so fucking hot." Lucy gave Taylor's pussy
one last lick and reached back, holding the dildo down as she lifted her
cheeks, gasping as it made a gentle "plop" leaving her asshole.  She
switched the twirling vibrating device off and rubbed her pussy and ass,
feeling where the toy had stretched her before climbing up Taylor's body to
rest with her.

   "That thing is awesome.  You have to try it sometime."

   "It did look like fun, except in my ass, I don't think I'll be ready for
that for a LONG time."

   "You'd be surprised," Lucy whispered, giggling as she rubbed her fingers
over Taylor's wet folds before sliding the tip of one finger up into her
ass.  Taylor jumped, tensing slightly before Lucy kissed her, her muscles
relaxing as Lucy's thumb caressed her folds while her finger eased up
inside her asshole.

   "Mmmm..." she moaned into the kiss.  "Slowly, babe...slowly..." but she
didn't flinch, just ran her hands over Lucy's body, feeling her lover up as
her ass was fingered.  I had been spent myself, and even though I felt
guilty having jerked off to my cousin, I was still feeling horny and it was
getting stronger.  My urge to go inside and slide my cock into Taylor's
pussy while Lucy fingered her ass was almost unbearable.

   Thankfully I was never put to the test, for at that moment Lucy's mobile
rang.  Not removing any of her fingers from Taylor, she reached over and
answered it.

   "Hello?  Oh hi mum...yeah I'm home, no I have company..." she paused,
taking Taylor's nipple in her mouth and sucking away hungrily, her tongue
flicking over it as she listened while Taylor closed her eyes, trying not
to moan.

   "Mhm, mmm...ok, see you soon, bye." She put down the phone, sighing and
looking at Taylor's groin, where her fingers were sliding back and forth in
her pussy and ass.

   "Mum's on her way home," she said wearily.  Taylor bit her lip, her eyes
still closed as Lucy leaned over and kissed her hard, gently slipping her
fingers out.  Taylor moaned into the kiss as she was left empty, pulling
back and looking up at Lucy.

   "I was liking that," she pouted.  Lucy laughed.

   "Well, maybe we can do it again sometime," she said.  "Unless you find
the time elsewhere, that is." Taylor looked down.

   "I like you, Lucy, and I love what you can do to me," she said slowly.
Lucy waited patiently, and I could feel the tension from where I was
standing.

   "I don't know if you're looking for something...more," she went on.  "I
don't think I can give it to you though, I'm just...so new to this.  I'm
sorry." Lucy looked into her eyes.

   "I know this isn't long term, and I don't care.  I'll enjoy it for as
long as you want to fool around." She gave Taylor a kiss and smiled. 
"It'll be a fantastic ride while it lasts." They smiled at each other and
kissed again, wrapping their arms around each other.  I figured I had to
get out of there soon if Auntie Ellie was on her way home.  I put my still
solid cock back in my pants sheepishly and zipped up, making my way around
the side of the house.  I got to the driveway when I realized that I wasn't
alone.

   "I suppose you heard my call," said Auntie Ellie, staring down at me.  I
froze, unable to react.  I could have bluffed, I could have said anything,
but I didn't, it was too late; her eyes flicked down the side of the house,
where the only window was the one that opened onto Lucy's room.  She must
have heard me, and them as well probably, and knew exactly what had
happened.  She knew everything, it was in her eyes.  She looked back at me,
gazing intently into my eyes.  It was the gaze of someone who knew what I
really was.

   "Go get your car, bring it around and park on the street," she said. 
"We'll give them a few minutes to clean up and be presentable." She sighed
quietly.  "Then I want you to come inside with me.  We need to have a talk
about incest."

   -

   To be continued....



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