Solace - S01 E14

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Solace - S01 E14

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 14

"Cora confronts Kevin about his relationship with their mother, How will she respond to this situation".

I woke up the next morning with a start. I had passed out from sexual exhaustion mere minutes after my orgasm, and was now terrified that both Mom and Cora would be in my room. Not that I wouldn’t have been happy to see them, but I knew after the events of the night prior there would have been some serious explaining to do. I was hoping to have that happen one-on-one. I breathed a sight of relief as I found myself alone.

Part of me then thought the whole thing must have been a dream. After all, it happened late at night and I wasn’t fully awake. Maybe it had been a fantasy, the product of a deranged mind. Any hope of that was crushed when my exhale of relief turned into an inhale.

The room smelled like sex.

Not just like male ejaculate, either. This wasn’t the scent of a single young man turning to masturbation for relief. This was the true, mingled scent of both genders. Leaning down I took a whiff and could smell the pussy permeating my sheets. Probably my entire face smelled like it too. Walking over to where my sister had spent the night, I could detect more of the heady aroma of womanhood oozing off the chair. There was a large dark patch on the blanket, confirming where Cora’s vaginal secretions had leaked out.

So it was all real, then. I’d given my mother head while she throated my cock. My sister had seen us, and flicked her bean to it. She now knew the secret of my activities with Mom. I knew that she knew. I didn’t think she knew that I knew she knew, yet, and I was confident Mom didn’t know that either of us knew.

Unless Mom woke up first. Unless they talked over breakfast. Unless…

I threw on my boxers and sprang out of my room. Whatever was going on I needed to figure out the situation, and find the lay of the land. There was no chance I could get away with not responding to the situation, but what kind of response was needed?

Walking briskly into the kitchen I found the ladies already up and about. Mom was standing in front of the stove making oatmeal. Cora was perched on a chair staring at a grapefruit. Mom was humming to herself. I relaxed slightly, her demeanor told me Cora hadn’t confronted her about anything.

Turning my head slowly I looked at my sister. Her eyes were locked onto me with an intensity that nearly made me recoil. It wasn’t hostile, as I had expected, but it wasn’t understanding either. There was a challenge in it, and a profound sense of sadness. Cora met my gaze, then slowly turned to look at Mom, then returned her eyes to mine. Silently, she raised her right eyebrow. My sister might as well have yelled the question. Swallowing past the lump in my throat I just nodded. She closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair. It almost looked like she was holding back tears. Then she faced me again. She didn’t speak a word, but her lips moved slowly and deliberately.

“How long?” she mouthed silently.

I shrugged and tried to convey to her that it was complicated.

“How fucking long?” No words came out but she was practically shouting at me.

I looked at Mom significantly and shook my head at her.

“Not right now. Later.” I replied silently.

Cora’s face scrunched up and for a moment I saw real anger.

“Fine.” She nodded.

“Oh, hey honey, you just get up?” Mom’s words broke the tense silence like a jackhammer on a plate of glass. Turning away from the stove-top she smiled at me. Seductively.

“Yeah, just rolled out of bed. There enough oatmeal in there for me to have some?”

Mom nodded with a laugh. I sat down next to my sister and pretended everything was normal.

***

Cora got me alone later that afternoon. Mom had gone out to do some shopping, leaving the two of us without an audience. I knew it was coming when I heard Mom liltingly announce her departure. No sooner had the front door closed than the door to my bedroom swung open. Despite her short stature and diminutive size, my sister loomed menacingly.

“Alright, Kevin. Start fucking talking.” She demanded, striding over to my bed and taking a seat on it. Arms crossed sternly below her breasts, her legs almost entirely bare in her shorts, collarbones visible beyond the neckline of her loose t-shirt, it struck me how cute girls are when they’re mad.

I turned in my chair to look at her. “What is there to say?” I asked rhetorically.

“Oh, I don’t know, how about you explain why our fucking mother was riding your face like a bicycle seat while your dick used her uvula as a punching bag? Or is that something normal that doesn’t require explanation in your fucked up little world?”

There was nothing else for it. I told my sister everything. From our first encounter after Mom went out with her friends to how we ended up where we were last night. Cora deserved an explanation. As I talked, I could see her body language change. She didn’t relax, exactly, but anger clearly gave way to some level of understanding, sympathy even.

“Look,” I concluded, “I know this isn’t normal, but I think Mom needs this. Losing Dad, it did something to her, it did something to all of us. I think this is a way she can feel closer to him and get her needs met. And I’m ready for you to call me fucked up for it, but if it makes Mom feel better I’m happy to do it for her. She’s done so much for us over the years, I’d do anything to help her feel better. Just, please, don’t tell anyone about this. If this got out, it’d destroy her. Mom doesn’t deserve to go through that, not after everything that’s happened.”

Cora’s crossed arms fell to her sides and she nodded. “Yeah, ok, I think I get it. You’re right, it’s definitely far from fucking normal. But this has been hard for all of us. If it makes the two of you feel better, I guess that’s fine. It’s still weird as shit, though.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. This had gone better than expected. I didn’t want to push my luck, so I decided not to pry into Cora’s self-pleasuring while she watched Mom and I slurp down each others’ genitals.

“Thanks, sis. I’d hoped you’d understand.”

Cora nodded slowly, but I could see her eyes getting watery. “Look, I’m not going to tell anyone or try and stop the two of you, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel some way about it. You were how I got through things after the accident. You were the only reason I got through it. Now, it’s like somehow I’m losing you to her. I don’t ever want to lose you.”

I needed to make my sister feel better. I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her until I was worried she was going to pop. I planted a kiss on the top of her head, “Hey, Cora, it’s alright. I’m here for you. You matter to me just as much as Mom, and no matter what happens, if you need me I’ll be here. You’re never going to lose me.”

Finally the tension in my sister’s body released. She leaned into me and put her arms around my waist. I don’t know how long we sat there embracing each other. It didn’t matter, I’d have held her forever if that’s what she needed.

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