Solace - S01 E11

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Solace - S01 E11

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 11

Remember how all of this started because Mom’s friends thought she needed to get out there and start dating again? Yeah. It’s not like she could tell them what the two of us were up to, and they weren’t going to give up after just one or two bad nights. They’d been trying to get Mom to go out again ever since the first time, and eventually she couldn’t keep saying “no” without it impacting her friendships.

So once again it was Saturday night and Cora and I were home alone. Mom, I was now prepared to fully admit, was a total smokeshow in a tight red dress and alluring face of makeup. She caught me staring at her ample cleavage as she was walking out the door, for which I was rewarded with her patented million-dollar smile. But then she was gone and it was just my sister and me.

Cora took the opportunity to go all-in on a lazy night at home with her brother. The door had barely closed before she was ordering us Chinese food and asking what kind of movie I wanted to watch with her. Flouncing around the house in just grey sweatpants and a midriff-exposing white camisole I had to admit the apple hadn’t fallen far from the tree in terms of sex appeal. A weird thing to think about your own sister, but I guess being sexual with Mom had rewired something in my brain.

My sister chattered away about anything and everything over her lo mein, and it felt like we were connecting in a really meaningful way. The conversation was easy and engaging. We cracked jokes at each other and laughed together like we used to forever ago. Before the accident. Before our wolds fell apart.

When it finally came time to sit down for that movie I was surprised that Cora didn’t push too hard for one of her usual shitty romcoms. Instead we watched an equally shitty action-thriller. We sat together on the couch and within minutes Cora had her head resting on my shoulder. She smelled like citrus and youth. It was intoxicating. We treated ourselves to a bottle of wine (I’m a bad influence, I know!) and had a great time mocking the terrible acting and even worse special effects. Things just flowed between us in a way I had become unaccustomed to.

With some of the old verve back in her eyes, I found myself staring at my sister’s profile. She was an incredibly pretty girl, with delicate features and perfect skin. An incredibly pretty woman, I had to remind myself as something on the screen caused her to inhale sharply and sent her breasts quivering. In that moment I was reminded I wasn’t alone, that despite all the bad things that had happened I still had people I loved and who loved me.

Cora looked up at me, her gaze questioning. I let myself get lost in it for a heartbeat. She had caught me staring at her, but somehow I wasn’t embarrassed. “I love you Cora.” The words slipped out unbidden. My sister’s face turned a bright crimson and her eyes bulged.

“Stop it!” she said, smacking my arm playfully. She glanced away from me, but I could see the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“No, seriously, I mean it!” I replied, “I love you. I know things have been hard for us since Dad passed. I know I’ve struggled a ton, and I haven’t always been the best company. But I wouldn’t have made it through all that without you. Without nights like this. So thank you. I know I don’t say it enough, but you mean the world to me.”

Cora leaned her head into my chest. The wetness in her eyes told me she was unprepared for this genuine outpouring of feeling. Hell, I was unprepared for it too, but there it was.

“I love you too, Kevin” she said quietly, nuzzling my chest and wrapping an arm around my shoulder. There was nothing more to say. We sat in silence for the final half hour of the movie just enjoying the quiet comfort of the moment.

Once it was done we stayed like that on the couch until the bottle of wine was finished. I could have sat with my sister forever, and the satisfied sighs she periodically let out told me she felt the same. Few words were exchanged. That was also fine with me. Cora’s body felt so small in my arms, but it’s warmth told me she was there, and safe, and that made me happy. Midnight rolled around and as if by agreement we slowly moved to clean everything up. Mom still wasn’t home; the flash of jealousy I felt at that was the only thing to mar an otherwise perfect night. Once leftovers were put away and the wine-bottle thrown in the recycling we headed together to my room. Cora collapsed into the armchair without a word. Curling up on her side she watched me as I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into bed.

“I’m so glad you’re my older brother.” She said into the darkness.

“So am I.” I said. I don’t know how long she lay there watching, but as soon as I heard her breathing enter the telltale rhythm of sleep I too closed my eyes and felt my entire body relax.

***

I did not know this when I was going to bed, but Mom’s night out was not a huge success, despite my jealous worry. She met up with her friends, they had some drinks, at their insistence she flirted with a few guys, more drinks, they went out dancing, a few dudes ended up grinding on Mom and getting her slightly worked up, the night ended with shots of tequila and Mom coming home alone. It’s almost like she’d rather mess around with her own son than hook up with a stranger like a normal person.

So she got home more than a little buzzed and horny, and headed directly to my room. She did not check to see if Cora was in her own bed. She did not notice my sister in a deep slumber three feet from me. As far as Mom knew, she and I were totally alone. That served her purposes just fine.

By the time I woke up she was already in bed with me, grinding on my leg and making out quite intensely with the side of my face. Groggy and confused, it took me several long moments to realized what was going on.

“Mom, is that you?” I asked. I was not firing on all cylinders.

“Yeah, baby, it is.” Mom said. Lust oozed from her voice. She nuzzled the side of my face as she continued grinding her pussy into me. I could tell she was soaking wet. As she spoke she reached into my boxers and pulled out my dick. “I need you. Now.”

I was getting quite hard as she began stroking my dick with a passion. The fact that she was panting with arousal into my ear didn’t help either. I was overwhelmed with the heady mixture of sweat, perfume, and liquor wafting off my mother. I shot a glance at the chair. It seemed like Cora was still asleep, but that could change at any moment. I did not want her catching us.

“Listen, Mom,” I started, reaching out to try and grab her wrist. She could tell I was trying to slow us down, and she wasn’t having it. Mom deftly maneuvered out of my grip, and leaning forward she silenced me with the wettest, sloppiest, horniest kiss imaginable. I tried to break away, but her lips kept following me, her tongue licking the inside of my mouth. She felt so good against me, it was getting harder and harder to keep my wits.

Mom broke our kiss and looked at me with a gaze that could only be described as voracious. “Quiet, baby.” She said, “Just let mommy do this. I need it. I need it so fucking bad. I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but Mom put her finger to my lips and shushed me. As she did, she slithered down my body, her face never breaking contact with my torso. A lump formed in my throat and my balls clenched as her head drew nearer and nearer to my erect penis. The look on her face in the darkness of my bedroom as my manhood rested against her cheek will haunt me for the rest of my life. It was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. Any thought of my sister or pumping the brakes on what was happening came to a screeching halt as my mother’s tongue darted out of her mouth and in one slow, sensual motion licked the entire length of my shaft. I could only lay there and moan, my mind utterly erased.