I was absolutely heartbroken at the time.
My fiancée had recently left me just as we were about to move in together after college. It literally came out of nowhere. One minute she couldn’t stop telling me how much we were perfect for each other, the next, she still needed space to find out who she is as a person (whatever that means) before should could settle down with someone.
So, we parted ways, and since I didn’t want to move to a house that she had picked for us, I took up my friend’s offer to stay with her for a little while. And frankly, I didn’t mind doing that since I’ve always considered her and her sister to be some of my closest friends.
Now let me tell you a little bit more about them first:
My friend is a fairly wealthy woman. She’s smart, classy, and outgoing, with natural curves to her voluptuous body that leaves no shortage of men gawking at her whenever she goes out. She’s always had a somewhat decent career as a writer, but once she ventured in the realm of romance novels, her modest income grew to a small fortune thanks to her several best-sellers. We had met during a Spanish course and got on like a house on fire.
As for her 19 year old sister, Becky, she can be a real hand full. Growing up with her, there was nothing she loved more than partying and flirting with boys. She was thin, popular, stylish, and was on the cheerleading team. She was that kind of girl. Anything she wanted, she got. Ironically enough, as much as she loved her independence, she turned out to be a real momma’s girl once she got older. She didn’t want to move out of the house like I did and instead chose to live with her mother to attend a local college.
Sure they were always very close, but it wasn’t until I moved back in with them that I realized how much things had actually changed.
“Oh, my poor boy,” my friend Sarah sighed as she greeted me at the door with a suffocating hug.
“I’m okay. I’m okay,” I tried telling her. “You’re overreacting. I’m fine.”
She leaned back and gave me a loving smile. “I guess you’re right. I probably am overreacting. You’re a young man now, but my maternal instincts will always be there. You know that.”
“At least I’ll always have someone to spoil and pamper me when I need it. No one does that better than you.”
“Very funny,” she replied, slapping my arm. “I’m just glad to see that you’re doing well. You know, my sister and I never did like that fiancée of yours. Trust me; us women are much better judges of other women than men are. So if you want my advice, make sure you get Becky’s opinion and mine before you commit to anyone else in the future. I don’t want to see you get hurt again.”
“You got it,” I smiled. “Speaking of which, where is that little brat? She always comes to greet me whenever I arrive. I could use an extra hand carrying my luggage and it’s fun bossing her around.”
She gave me a playful wink. “She’s been excited to see you all week, and I’ll let her know that you said that. I’m sure she would be thrilled that you called her a ‘brat’. But she isn’t home right now. She’s interning at a fashion design company for her summer break. She’ll be back soon, just in time for a special dinner and dessert I’m making. Now let’s get you settled.”
I did a lot of reminiscing that night. It felt wonderful to be at her house again and not having to think about how long I could stay. We had a fun evening filled with laughing and conversations. It’s always great to be around people you love, especially after a bad break-up.
But unfortunately, it also turned out to be one of those nights where it was hot, I couldn’t sleep, it was humid, along with plenty of tossing & turning in bed, ect…
I was pretty far from being able to sleep despite the long day and it being late at night, so I got up and headed down the stairs for a cup of water.
Then suddenly, I heard it:
‘What the heck was that’ I thought to myself. Anyone with half a brain could have figured out that it was a female voice moaning in sexual pleasure. And if I didn’t know any better, it sounded like Becky. Maybe that horny little brat was watching porn or something in the living room (which seemed like something she would do). And hopefully, that moan was from a woman who just sounded like her on the television.
‘Okay, that was DEFINITELY Becky,’ I thought again.
When I took another step down the stairs, I found out why: Becky was sitting on the couch with only her pajama top on, and she was completely bare from the waist down with her legs spread wide open and her feet up in the air. What was even more jaw dropping was that her mother was on her knees performing oral sex on her!
My heart pounded furiously and I was absolutely stunned. I watched as Becky ran her fingers through her mom’s hair, as her mom pressed her lips tightly against Becky’s labia, doing all sorts of sexually explicit things with her mouth and tongue. Seeing a mother/daughter coupling blew my mind.
I didn’t know what to think or feel and my mind was spinning like a roulette of emotions. Was I supposed to be angry? Was I supposed to be disgusted? Am I wrong for becoming aroused by the sight of incest?
Becky’s feet started to shake in the air and her legs began to tremble. Her moans became louder and it was obvious that she was on the verge of an orgasm. I obviously didn’t want to get caught, so I quietly went back to room and did the only thing I could do that point- take care of my erection.
I had just finished breakfast in the dining room when Sarah came to greet me after having taken a shower. She looked refreshed, and she wore a loose blouse as she normally does. Becky was at her internship again so she and I were home alone.
“Good morning,” she said in her usual cheerful self. “Did you sleep well? I bet it feels great to sleep in a good bed again doesn’t it?”
“You’re right about that,” I replied. “It’s good to be here.”
“What’s the matter? You seem a little distracted by something. Are you still upset about your break-up? It’s always important to talk about your feelings as a way to cope, and to eventually recover. So now that we’re alone and you’re settled in nicely, you can talk to me about anything.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea right now.”
She sat down across from me on the dining table and gave me a concerned look. “I’m your closest friend. If you can’t open up to me and trust me, then something is wrong in our relationship. You know how much I think honesty and being open is the most important part of making a friendship work. So please, if there’s anything you need, or anything you want to get off your chest, I’m here…”
I mustered up my courage and replied, “Okay, there’s something I want to talk about, but it’s not about my break-up. Late last night when I went downstairs, I saw you and Becky…you know… strolling down the sapphic side if you know what I mean. I’m not judging or anything, but I’m still pretty shocked to say the least.”