Sliding into bed that night was full of both innocence and arousal. Though I was fully sated by all that I'd shared with Kira and Dex and Jackie that day, feeling my son's arms wrap over me, his flaccid penis pushed against my lower back, made me tingle even as I yawned and grew sleepy. Kira's ass slid against my groin, and long after the two of them had fallen asleep, I smiled to myself, abuzz with the warm flesh pressed into mine. Prior to the recent moments with my children, it had been many, many years since I'd had someone else in my bed as I slept, and while it was a largely-forgotten experience, it was a wholly welcome one.

I woke before either of them stirred. Dex had turned onto his other side, away from me, and Kira was on her back, her leg pressed against mine. I rolled to my back, as well, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how rapidly things had progressed over the past couple of weeks.

I still couldn't really believe that Jackie was coming through to me, to us. It was such an unprecedented set of events, the ghost of my sister, for lack of a better description, had talked to me, touched me, convinced me to engage in sexual relationships with my children. And that, too, was surreal and unprecedented, though, after Jackie helped me remember our times together, I realized that, deep down, perhaps I was predisposed to seeking such moments even as I fought myself to recognize that affection, that need to help my close family experience pleasure and love.

You weren't sure for some time, Penelope, about us.

“I know,” I whispered, feeling Jackie's presence warming me immediately, “but I got there.”

Yes. I know it was strange, that I... maybe I pushed you because I wanted it. Like I have with Dexter and Kira. Maybe I've been selfish.

I could hear the doubt in Jackie's words, and though I wanted to release her from that doubt, the truth was she had been the one to tempt me, to lead me to the places she hoped we'd go. I don't mean to blame her, not really, but the more I realized what she'd said and showed me when I was fourteen, and how she had come to me more recently, encouraging me to know my children in intimate ways, I felt, in some ways, like Jackie's hand, and her desires, had guided me into incest each time.

I see it so clearly now, like that time a couple of weeks after the lake, the first time I suggested we be together again.

- - -

“I don't know, Jackie,” I said, my feet pulled up to my butt as I sat on my bed against the headboard, keeping my nightshirt low over my ankles, “it's just... weird, you know?”

My sister gave me a warm smile and rested her hand just inches from my exposed toes. “I know... but you liked it, right?”

“Yeah...” I replied quietly in an even tone. “But... we're sisters! Mom and Dad would be furious, and... it's just wrong...”

Jackie was quiet a moment, her smile fading to a pout. “Oh... I just... I like what we did, Penelope. Like... I think about it a lot. It was fun... I guess you didn't like it...”

I was torn by the sadness in her voice. It was almost like someone had stolen her puppy. “No... I did... I did, Jackie. Like... yeah, it was good and all... I just don't know if it's okay, alright? I liked it... I did... but we did... incest! No one will understand!”

“So we don't tell them. Who would we tell, anyway? Like... I didn't tell Mom and Dad about Ira. So who would even find out? It's our secret, right?”

I shrugged, “yeah... I guess.”

Jackie's hand slid to my toes, her fingers drawing idly across the skin there. I shuddered, both enjoying and fearing my sister's touch. “Penelope... let me show you how much I like what we did... what we can do... please... just this once...”

I said nothing a moment, dread and excitement fighting in my stomach for control. Before I'd said a word, my legs began to part on their own, my nightshirt drawing up as the hem raised higher. I knew Jackie could see my pussy even as I said, “okay... just this once...”

She leaned next to me and kissed my neck gently, then whispered, “get comfortable...”

I slid down so that my head was on a pillow. My nightshirt rode up and my thighs were uncovered, Jackie's hand sliding over my flesh near my Mons. She purred as she nibbled my skin just below my throat. “Can I see your boobs?”

I nodded, already growing wet.

Jackie helped me removed my nightshirt, then my sister stared at my chest a while, slowly running her hand up my stomach. “You have such nice boobs, Penelope. I wish mine were that big. I love touching them.” Even at fourteen, my breasts had grown in more full than Jackie's smaller, pert mounds. It caused me awkwardness and I wished mine were the size of hers, but in those moments, it was nice to be so admired.

Her fingers slid under my right breast and she lifted it in her palm, lightly squeezing it. My nipple hardened with her touch, and I sighed even as I worried about the wrongness of what we were doing.

Jackie kissed my neck again, moving to my left tit, taking her time to slowly caress my flesh as if it was the most wonderful, tender treasure she'd ever known. My sister made me feel very powerful in that moment. My own doubts, about myself and about our intimacy, melted in her fingers. I wrapped an arm around Jackie's shoulder, unconsciously pulling her closer to me, her mouth hovering over my nipple. Her hot breath washed over my chest, and I arched up to press my body against her lips.

My sister sucked on my tit very gently, just a bit of suction, her tongue massaging my areola and flicking lightly across my straining nipple. I let out a long moan, and Jackie's hand moved down my body again, resting carefully over my vulva.

My pussy ached for her touch. Again, I rose up and pushed myself against my sister, a finger slipping into my slit. Jackie drew my wetness up to rub it against my erect clit. I shuddered as she circled my sensitive nub, wanting more and more of her against me. I pulled her closer, tighter, and Jackie rested over my left side, her breasts pushing through her nightshirt against my bared boobs.

Jackie's face neared mine, and her lips pressed in. I felt her trembling in my arms as I held her to me, my sister's tongue twirling with mine. I rose and fell, living for Jackie's breath, for her soft kiss, for the low rumble in my mouth and my ears which her moans sent into me like a delicate song.

If I had any thoughts about incest or doubts about what was right, they weren't known to me as my body flushed with pleasure, Jackie's fingers touching my tender folds and my erect womanhood so perfectly. I rose and fell as I moaned into Jackie's mouth, humping against her hand. I felt invulnerable, powerful, and Jackie's passionate movements made me quickly push her on her back, even as my vagina continued to spasm and drool cum onto the bed.

I pushed my hand between her legs. Like me, Jackie wore no panties beneath her nightshirt, and I found her wet and slippery. The downy fur around her labia was sticky, and I slid a finger between her lips, drawing a moan from my sister's throat.

“Oh... Penelope... oh... yes... touch me there...”

I was compelled to slide my fingers up and down her slit, slipping up one side and down the other, each cycle brushing by Jackie's clit, the hard flesh straining for my touch. I kissed her again, using my palm to wipe circles around her nub, two fingers moving along her slick folds, drawing wetness up and down her beautiful pussy.

Jackie started to jerk and she broke our kiss, breathing heavily, her body shifting side-to-side, her thighs closing and opening in a rhythm which grew insistent and tense. I watched my sister's lovely face as she strained, her mouth open, eyes closed, her cheeks flushed, sweat dripping from above her eyes. She came, locking her thighs around my hand, rolling her hips off the mattress in a hard grind.

I rested my head on her shoulder and we were quiet a while. Jackie's breathing after her orgasm was a beautiful sound. It meant she was happy. It told me she'd just experienced something wonderful, and it had been with me. I found I loved that Jackie and I had shared amazing and intimate moments together. In some ways, I'd been compartmentalizing my thoughts about our relationship, refusing to fully recognize what was going on. I'd tried to think of it as just games, just something you were supposed to do at that age, but I found myself falling in love, even as my confusion bubbled just below my excitement.

It sounded silly in my head as I thought about it, but I did love Jackie. Didn't she give me everything I needed for me to love her? She adored me, protected me, encouraged me. Clearly, Jackie was attracted to me, and she even loved my boobs. We spent a lot of time together, were best friends, and with our intimacy, we pretty much shared everything. If that didn't look like love, I didn't know what did.

I hugged Jackie tight.

“I love you, Penelope... you are so wonderful...” Jackie purred.

“I know... I... I love you...”

- - -

You're right, Penelope, Jackie said, I have been selfish. I let my needs go before yours, before your children's. I wanted you then, so badly. I needed you. I'm... I'm sorry. I didn't know what I was doing, really... it just felt good. She sounded distraught.

“I know... I loved it, Jackie. I loved you. That's the moment I really knew it.”

I coerced you, Penelope. I see it so clearly now. I'm so sorry. I should not have given in to the temptation...

I heard Jackie sobbing.

And I've done worse... I've convinced you to be with your children... for my own desires... I'm so selfish, Penelope.

“No, Jackie, please. I--”

I should go. I don't deserve what I want. You deserve to live your life without me always talking you into things... letting my urges control you... I'm so sorry, Penelope. I never wanted to hurt you or them... I'm so sorry... Her voice faded quickly.

“Jackie, please!” I exclaimed, loudly enough to cause Dexter and Kira to stir.

Goodbye, Penelope...

“Jackie!”

There was no response and I held my breath long after my sister's presence had dissipated and was lost.

“Mom?” Dex said quietly, “what's wrong?”

“Jackie left!” I was becoming distraught. “Oh, Jackie!” I called out, knowing there would be no response.

“What happened?” Kira said.

Sobbing, I told them about Jackie's wild swing, how she'd felt guilty about her role in becoming intimate with me and then my children. “I don't see it that way,” I said after wiping my eyes, “I loved her...” Dexter had slid an arm behind my neck, and Kira rested her head on my chest. “And you two... I just love you two so much...”

“Love you, Mom,” Dex replied.

“I hope you don't think I coerced you... do you think that?”

I felt Dexter shrug, “no,” he replied, “just... helped me do what I wanted...”

“And you, Kira?”

“Of course not! Remember, I talked to Jackie, too, and she wasn't pushing me into anything, just reminding me about the thoughts I already had... I'm glad she did... Really, Mom...”

“I feel that way, too,” I said quietly, able to breath properly again, “I love sharing with you both... it makes me... very happy.”

The low hum of the air conditioner filled a long silence before Kira asked, “do you think she'll be back?”

“Oh... I hope so... I hope so... oh, Jackie!” I called out again, on the verge of tears once more.

There was no response, and I pulled my children tightly against me. I knew it would be a while before I'd be ready to crawl out of bed.

- - -

It was like all the joy in my life was sucked out of me. It took a few hours for it to finally sink in, but there was a coldness to each breath that, little by little, took the warmth of Jackie's presence from my body and mind. She'd been with me often the previous few days, and not being able to talk to her, to relive our memories, to share our bodies again, left me heartbroken.

For a couple of days, I mourned. I called out to my sister, each time being disappointed to not hear her voice. I cried often, and both Dexter and Kira kept me company in the day and the night, consoling me and trying their best to cheer me up.

It was the third day after Jackie left us that I woke to the sensation of movement. Dexter stirred behind me where I lay on my side wrapped around Kira. He didn't wake, but his penis brushed past my ass, and the warmth spread through me like a slow-burning fire. For a few moments, my sadness was replaced by the tingles triggered by that simple brush of my son's cock.

I started to move against him, my hips shifting. Dex's penis began to harden and soon pressed into my crack. I didn't care about condoms or the risk of pregnancy or infection, all I knew was that I needed my son's dick in my body. I needed the reassurance, the comfort, the intimate touch of his flesh inside me. I reached back and found his erection with my fingers, drawing open my thighs and pressing the tip of Dex's cock against my labia.

I pushed back and he stirred, his fingers moving slowly along my stomach as I took him inside my pussy.

“Mom...” he said softly, “oh...”

“Mmm...” I purred, his hot flesh opening my vagina as I slid him deeper inside my body. Dexter's dick filled me perfectly, and I started to ride him slowly. “Oh... Dex... oh...”

We rutted gently for long moments before Kira woke. She turned over and faced me, sleepy eyes looking into mine. For a few seconds, I don't think she knew that Dex and I were fucking, but she picked up on my movements and ran her hands to my breasts, caressing them as we pressed our lips into a wonderful kiss.

“Touch me, Kira... down there...” I begged my daughter, wanting both my children to know me intimately in that moment.

Kira's fingers slid over my Mons and I knew she brushed by her brother's cock as it moved in and out of my pussy. My daughter gently circled my clit as I bucked harder on Dex's dick. Quickly I built into a burning shudder, moaning against Kira's neck, her finger on my cunt, my son's penis swelling inside my vagina.

“Oh, Dex... Kira... oh... Cum in me, Dex... Please... cum in me...” I was on fire, straining, trying to match my son's movements as he grew more urgent. Hearing my words, he jerked hard several times, slamming his hard cock into my body, grunting. I felt him starting to release, and I let go.

My body boiled in small tremors as my son's cum flooded my vagina. He cried out, barely audible over my own moans, Kira's movements on my clit perfect and light. I felt Dexter's seed splashing inside my body, and I writhed in blissful pleasure, trying to milk every drop from his cock.

Dexter held still, his penis throbbing in my cunt. Cum was leaking out of my hole and onto my inner thigh. I fought for breath against Kira's neck, enraptured and overcome with lust and arousal and need for more.

I pulled off my son's dick and felt more cum run from my gaping vagina. I quickly slid my legs over Kira's head. She watched from below as I settled my pussy over my daughter's face. “Eat it, Kira... oh, eat it...”

Kira's soft tongue slid over my pussy and I drooled my son's cream into her mouth. She purred below me as she ate Dexter's cum, swallowing the drops of semen he'd left in my cunt. I leaned over Kira's thighs and rubbed my cheek against her Mons, letting her pubic hairs tickle my skin.

I smelled my daughter's excitement and used my hands to part her thighs, running my tongue slowly through her slit. Kira's pussy was slick with arousal and I lapped up the sweet wetness greedily. I ate my daughter's cunt until she shuddered into a small orgasm, then kept going until she had a second, more powerful one, coating my tongue with her juices. I knew my son had watched the whole thing.

I wanted more.

I made Kira move down the bed a foot or so, and got over her again. My son was idly stroking his cock watching me and his sister making love, his penis erect and still slippery. I motioned him behind me and reached back to spread my butt cheeks wide. “Fuck me, Dex... fuck me again...”

He had to reposition himself several times to avoid crushing Kira's head, but he finally found that he could penetrate me by squatting behind me. I felt his hot dick fill me again and I groaned my pleasure into Kira's cunt.

Dex fucked me steadily. I encouraged him, “harder, Dex... please... fuck me harder...”

My hips thrusting back at him rapidly, my son started pounding me. He was growling, a wonderful sound from his focus on fucking me as hard as I was fucking him. Kira's tongue randomly snaked over where my son's cock entered my vagina, sometimes grazing my clit. I built towards release again.

I exploded before my son, clamping down on his length. He felt so good in my pussy, in my body. I loved taking my son into my cunt. When I felt warmth spread inside my vagina, I shuddered to realize that Dex was filling me with his seed once more.

He pulled back quickly and sank onto the bed beside us, and I squatted down over my daughter's face. Another big load of semen slid from my body into Kira's mouth. She moaned as she ate her brother's cum, using her tongue to lap up all the cream and juices running from my raw, sore pussy.

I finally fell back onto the bed and pulled Kira and Dex to me. “I love you two so much.”

They both responded with the same and for a while, at least, I forgot about Jackie and enjoyed the pleasure I'd found in sharing intimacy with my children.