Home for the Holidays

I was cleaning out old files and found this story. It's way early for a Christmas story but I decided to publish anyway.

Chapter 1

Adam Heller pulled off to the side of the driveway leading to his parents' home. He noted the fresh coat of paint on the house. White gravel bordered the dirt drive. The bushes that bordered the house were leafless but he could see that they were neatly trimmed. He smiled to himself as he recalled the fastidiousness of his parents.

A light snow was falling. He could see the gold glow of the incandescent lights gleaming warmly through the bay windows of the old farmhouse. Multicolored flashing Christmas lights trimmed the windows.

It sat some hundred yards off the road amid stumps of the harvested corn stalks. The house was made of two-foot square beveled granite blocks. For more than 100 years, it had stood like a fortress.

Adam sighed, put the car in gear moved slowly up the driveway. It had been a night like this when he left home. It had been an ugly scene in the kitchen that evening. Many tears were shed and hateful words spoken. He remembered his mother restraining his father from hitting him. He threw whatever he could into an old duffle bag and flew out of the door. He had trudged through blinding snow to the road. A farmer had picked him up and carried him into town. He had caught the interstate bus, vowing never to return. That was 10 years ago.

Kari, his older sister, had tracked him down 5 years later. He was a roughneck on an oil-drilling platform in the Bhota, India. Her email popped up on his laptop. He was surprised how unemotional he was as he read her pleas to get in touch. Over the next few weeks, he received several emails from Kari. He would open them, read and delete them. Then he opened one and there was an attachment. He opened it and saw the smiling faces of the twins.

Tears streamed down his face as looked at the manifestation of him and his sister's love. They were angels! The email said that despite the strong displeasure of our mom and dad, she named them Kari and Adam Jr. She pleaded with me to come home and visit our little family.

Like most farm kids, sex was no mystery to them. They watched the bull take cow, the horse take the mare and they knew the parts and how the parts worked. From their prepubescent years, in the darkened bedroom they shared, they had compared their parts to the animals.

At first, it was blind groping. Kari was amazed that Adam's "thing" was so much smaller than the horse's thing! They progressed to touching. Sometime after his 18th birthday, Adam had his first orgasm when Kari was pulling on his cock to see if it would grow as the horses' did.

Ultimately, one summer in the hayloft, Adam had mounted Kari as the horse mounted the mare, as the bull mounted the cow. She had pressed back as he thrust forward. The hymen tore and they began their summer of sexual exploration. That exploration had led to Kari's pregnancy and the revelation to his parents that he was the father.

Now he sat just outside the farmhouse with the engine idling. With a heavy sigh, he turned off the engine. The sharp Michigan wind bit hard into his light jacket as he unwound his muscular 6' 2" frame from the car. He shivered as he made his way to the trunk and extracted olive drab duffel bag. He had flown in from India, where he was working a drill in the Bhota region.

With a practiced ease, he flipped the duffel bag onto his shoulder. With his shoulders hunched against the cold, he quick stepped to the back door of the house. Before he could knock, his mother flung the door open, charged down the three short steps to the yard and threw her arms around his neck.

"Oh dear god, thank you, thank you! My baby is home!"

The four of them, Kari, Adam, Charlene, their mother and Lars, their father, sat at the huge old oak table in the kitchen. The kitchen and table were throwbacks to the days when hired hands ate their noon meal in the farmer's house. The table could easily seat 12 people with plenty of room for the massive dishes that fueled their labor.

The similarity between his mom and Kari was not lost on Adam. They both had the large, low slung "breeder hips". Their breasts were large and pillowy. They shared a ruddy, apple cheeked complexion and startling strawberry blond hair.

"Look son, Lars stammered, what... what happened was....!

He stopped. His hands flapped uselessly in the air. He looked to Charlene to finish what he could not.

Charlene reached across the table and covered Adam's large rough hand with her own chubby hand.

"Baby, we want us to be a family again!" She squeezed his hand and looked around the table. Lars was inspecting his hands as if he had just discovered them. Kari beamed, her large breasts heaving as she tried to contain her excitement.

"We want you and Kari to raise our grandchildren!"

Adam smiled lovingly at his mother. If it only it was that easy. If only his father's acceptance of he and his sister's incestuous relationship were the answer. He knew his mom had ulterior motives. He knew from the tightness of her grip on his hand, from the way she had plastered her body against him outside, that she wanted to resume their special relationship.

In the same summer that Adam and Kari explored their sexuality, Charlene Heller had noticed her son was filling out. At first, she observed him with that inner pride only a mother can know. A pride that from her womb this strapping example of a man gestated and been born.

Charlene brought cold water to her son. He was cleaning the barn in the 90+ heat. It was a dirty filthy job but it had to be done so hay could be stored for the winter. She came upon him as he stood shirtless in the barn, covered in dirt, straw and sweat. She marveled at how his muscles rippled with each shovel full he tossed in the wheelbarrow. She was surprised as little thrills shot through her body.

Jason turned and saw his mother standing in the shadows just inside the barn door. Her thin cotton dress let the bright summer sunshine through it, outlining her body. The similarity between his mother and his sister struck him. The main difference was that his mom's breasts hung large resting on her belly.

"Lawd, thank you, mom!" He strode to her, retrieved the dipper from the galvanized bucket and took a long satisfying gulp. He refilled the dipper and poured it over his head, relishing the cooling effect.

Charlene's emotions overwhelmed her as she watched the water streak in rivulets through the sweat and dirt on her son's body. The thrills she felt earlier became a throbbing between her thighs. The barn seemed to move. She felt herself falling. The bucket clattered to the floor, spilling it's contents over her.

Adam grabbed his mom as she fainted. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to a large bale of hay. His face displayed his concern as watched her shallow breathing. He noticed her dress was soaked where the water soaked it and her panties. It made her clothes transparent. Adam could just see the dark outline of her pubic thatch. He unbuttoned the top few buttons of her dress to give her air.

As he stood to go call his father and sister, his mom grabbed his arm.

"Don't leave me, Adam. I'll be fine in a minute!"

"Ok, mom, but I should go get dad!"

"Please, baby, don't worry him! He has enough on his mind! It's just the heat. Let me lie here a bit and I'll be fine!"

Against his better judgment, Adam did as she asked. He noticed that the pail still had some water in it. He grabbed his tee shirt from the stall railing and soaked it in the remaining water. Adam mopped his mom's brow with the damp cool tee shirt. He watched as her eyes fluttered and then steadied.

Charlene recovered quickly from her brief fainting spell. Now she looked up into the concerned look on her son's face. She felt the dampness as the water streamed off her face and neck, soaking her dress. Idly she loosened more buttons to get the clammy dress away from her body, exposing her bra. Charlene placed a hand on son's thigh in an effort to sit up. Inadvertently, she also gripped his cock.

Adam started as his mom's hand gripped his cock through his jeans. For brief moment, their eyes met. Charlene's hand flexed several times. Adam's cock grew at this unexpected attention. He looked and saw the tee shirt in his hand was soaking his mother's bra.

Breathlessly, Charlene looked down at her soaked bra. She released her son's thigh; she grabbed the front clasp of her bra and unhooked it, allowing her 48D tits to tumble out. Almost without thinking, Adam touched them. Horrified at his action, he tried to snatch his hand away but his mother's hand covered his, holding it in place.

"It's ok, Honey, it's ok!"

With one hand, Charlene again massaged her son's cock through his jeans. She felt out of body. It was as though she was floating above looking down at this tableau. That disinterested third party watched her son leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth. It watched as he hungrily suckled as he had so many years before. It watched as his hand slid under her dress and down to her cotton pantied pussy. The disinterested third party watched as her back arched as her son's fingers invaded the heated box of her dripping wet pussy.

"Oh fuck, mom, I want you so much!"

"Unzipped your jeans. I want to feel you."

Adam quickly unzipped his jeans and let them drop to the floor. He lay down head to toe, next to his mom. He pulled her partially unbuttoned dress up around her waist. He hooked his thumbs in her panties and pulled them down.

He froze and moaned as Charlene took him in her mouth. His head dropped to her lap where he inhaled the heady fragrance of his mother's over heated cunt.

Charlene sucked hungrily on her son's massive cock. It had been years since she sucked a cock. She was a teenager in the back of a hay wagon. She could not remember his name. Lars never allowed her to suck his cock. He thought it was degenerate.

Now, 20 years later, she felt the hardness of a man's cock in her mouth. And she liked it!

Charlene's body lurched as Adam licked tentatively at her clit. It was like an electric shock through her body. No one had ever committed such an intimate act! She wrapped her arms around her son's ass and drew him to her while sliding forward and thrusting her pelvis into her son's face.

Adam and Kari had practice oral sex on each other. Their experiments showed that light licks on her clit preceded and followed by French kissing her pussy would bring her to orgasm. Now Adam used his technique on his mom. He knew he was doing it right when she began frantically thrusting her hips. Then she exploded, firing a stream of female juices into his face.

Charlene released her son's cock from her mouth and sprawled on the hay bale. She was exhausted. The heat and the exertion had sapped her of all energy. She knew what she and Adam did was sinful. She also knew it was the most incredible feeling she had ever had. In a trance, she watched her son stand. She was astonished to see his cock standing rigid and slapping against his belly. She watched as he turned and straddled her.

"Oh god no, Adam, we must stop!"

"I need you mom!"

"Adam know we have gone too far! We must stop before we are discovered!"

Charlene's eyes darted to the wide open barn door. In the distance, she could see the cornfields.

Adam knelt between his mom's legs. He grabbed her ankles, roughly spread her legs and settled into the opening created.

"No, Adam, no! Charlene screamed."

Adam positioned his cock at the slippery wetness of his mother's pussy. He thrust hard, burying his considerable length balls deep in her mommy hole. He began a slow in and out. He and Kari had practiced and he knew he would last longer this way.

Charlene felt the incredible fullness of her son's cock filling her pussy. Weakly she resisted, and then gave herself up to the inevitable. She wrapped her legs around her son's back and began matching his thrusts. She heard someone moaning and realized it was she. She screamed when she felt him release in her.

For the rest of the summer, Adam fucked his mother and his sister. It only stopped when Kari got pregnant.

"Look, can we talk in the morning? I'm exhausted."

"Certainly," Lars said, "momma has let the couch out in the living room for you."

"Yes, yes, the children have your old bedroom!" Through my fatigue, I noticed a nervousness in Charlene.

"I'd like to see them before I lay down, if that's ok?"

Kari took my hand and pulled me to me feet. As she led me to the children's room, I noticed dad grimace as he saw Kari holding my hand. I knew then that he was not totally on board with having me home. I could imagine Mom and Kari haranguing him over the years to have me come home.

We walked through the living room. I saw the old convertible couch let out and made up for me. I slept on hammocks and bulkheads on the drilling rigs. Even with its lumps and bumps, it would sleep like a feather mattress to me.

I glanced down at the roll of Kari's large hips as she led me to the hall leading to the kids and her bedrooms. I smiled as I recalled us tiptoeing back and forth between our rooms as we explored our sexuality a lifetime ago. Mom and dad's room was on the other side of the kitchen.

As we neared the children's bedroom door, Kari turned and brought her finger to her lips in shushing gesture. She slowly push the door open. The hall light dimly lit the small room I recalled so well. Squeezed into it now were a set of bunk beds on one wall and a single bed opposite them with a narrow aisle between the beds.

Through the fatigue of crossing four time zones and 3 plane transfers and nearly twenty hours of travel, I realize there were three children in the room.

"The twins are in the bunk beds;" Kari whispered hoarsely, "our sister is in the bed against the wall!"

"Our sister?"

Kari backed out of the room. She eased the door close and turned to lead me back to the living room. My body ached with fatigue as I sat on the edge of the convertible couch. Kari stood over me with a sympathetic smile on her lips.

"Yes, Helga was born two months after Adam jr. and little Kari. Mom and dad were really surprised when she found she was pregnant."

"Kari, I'm exhausted. Can we talk in the morning?"

"Yes, Adam, I now you're tired. Tomorrow we can talk!"

Kari leaned down, placed one open hand on my chest and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Welcome home, little brother!"

I watched as she retraced her steps, heading to her room next to the children. I stripped to my boxers, settled onto the old mattress, and fell soundly asleep.

I sat bolt upright in the bed in the pitch darkness of the winter night. The house was in total darkness but a light went on in my head. Helga was born two months after the twins! I tried to mentally go back to that fateful summer and do the math. Fatigue clouded my reasoning. I lay back down. As I drifted off to sleep, a question rose in my mind: was Helga my daughter.

The heavenly smells of breakfast prodded me from my dreamless sleep. I lay on my back staring at the ceiling. With the bright yellow glow of the incandescent lights creating an island of illumination from the grey, snowy dawn outside, I thought back to that summer ten years ago.

The timing was right. Kari was ten weeks pregnant when momma realized she had not had a period and began questioning her. Kari held out for a week before she broke down and admitted she was pregnant. It took only a few days for her to reveal I was the father. Momma could have been pregnant then and not known she was.

I rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed, my feet on the cold floor. I glanced to my right and saw momma's wide behind bustling around the stove. She wore an old grey chenille robe. A white cotton nightshirt hung a few inches below it, covering her large legs to her calves. My cock, already sporting morning wood, bobbed as I recall the time I took her right in that kitchen while breakfast was on the stove.

Like any 18 year old I woke with a rigid hard on. Kari and I had fucked that night for nearly two hours. We started laying head to toe licking each other. Kari's pussy was slick with her juices. Her pussy lips were swollen and red, framed by her delicate blond pubic hair. The little pink button at the top of her pussy gleamed and pulsed. We were2 months into our affair but we still loved the "show me yours, I'll show you mine" game. Now we described to each other how our sex organs looked and reacted to our licking and touching.

"I can see the pink insides of your pussy through your lips. It looks like a flower opening." I kissed her pussy lips just as I kissed her mouth. I turned my head sideways and placed my mouth over her vagina. I would then trace the outline of her pussy lips as I did when we kissed. Then I would let my tongue slide into warm wetness of her hole. She always shivered when I did this and a little rivulet of whitish musky fluid would ooze out.

"I always love the way your cock grows and throbs when I stroke it. And there is a large vein that runs under the bottom. Sometimes, when I am sucking you, I can feel it pulse just before you come. And the head! The head goes from pink to an angry purple color with that clear juice I love so much leaking out."

I felt her tongue run catlike over the sensitive head of my cock.

Kari had become an excellent cocksucker that summer. We practiced a lot. I told her what felt good and what did not. I showed her what I did when I masturbated and she showed me what she did. Our explorations of our bodies that summer had made us experts in pleasing each other.

And the fucking!

At first, I was like any over eager young boy. It was wham bam thank you, ma'am.

Kari told me that when I did it fast like that she did not feel like she felt when she did herself or I kissed it. She said then she got that shivery shaky feeling. We practiced until I could hold off until she was ready to come and after that we always, always came together.

That long ago night we licked and sucked until we both came. Then I rolled on top and we did it slow and steady while we kissed. I loved the taste of my juices in her mouth! We fucked hard and fast. Then we slowed and languidly stroked in and out. We took turns sucking each other's nipples during the long slow parts.

I came twice that night. Kari told me that at some point her orgasm was continuous, moving over her body like waves on an ocean, swelling, breaking, retreating and swelling again.

We could have fucked all night. However, we knew the risks. Kari tiptoed back to her room.

Now that morning there was momma. I watched from the hallway as she bent, squatted and turned, her large ass jiggling under her robe. In the distance, I could hear the tractor. Dad usually like to get some work done before breakfast. It was just mom, Kari and me in the house.

I walked softly until I was behind mom. I wrapped my arms around her waist and cupped her big tits. Mom always had big breasts. Back then, I knew they hung like long fat melons with large grape size nipples. We had only fucked twice then, both times in the barn.

"Adam, stop it! Your father will be in for breakfast shortly and our sister will be up."

I pinched her nipples through her robe. I knew they were sensitive. That second time in the barn she squirted juices everywhere from me sucking her nipples.

"Dad won't come in until you ring the triangle and Kari always sleeps until you wake her"

She tried to twist away but I pulled her nipple hard. Momma moaned and placed both hands on the kitchen counter.