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Rose's face was an exact duplicate of the glowing contentedness Laila expressed when I did the same; fucked her and walked away.

"Is it genetic?" I muttered to myself, "Maybe Richard didn't do it to Laila... maybe he didn't brainwash her... could she have been born that way?" Continuing the path of logic as I questioned, "I wonder if mom was the same way? Was she just as much of a nympho as her two daughters? Could we have been lovers if she had lived?"

- Confessions -

Distracted by an unexpected and intensely vivid daydream of my mother and me making love as I stared at Rose's used nakedness outside my window, I didn't notice Laila entering my room or the distant running water refilling the toilet.

"Awww," she cooed, looking past me and out the window. My body flinching as Laila's arm embraced me, puffing a disappointed whimper, "I missed it."

"Missed what?" I stammered, twisting my neck to look at Laila looking down at my hand and tissue-encased penis.

Laila's face tilted upward, smirking and admonishing, "So I can't cum unless you're watching me, but you can cum staring at my mom as she gets fucked by our dad?"

"What?" I replied, confused, trying to understand the context of her words.

"You're my brother," she glowed, pulling my tissued hand away from my cock, then with focused determination and tenderness, she stole the used tissue from my hand and used it to wipe my still mostly hard cock, as she added, "and you're my mom's brother... you're my uncle - brother."

Then muttering to herself as she picked away the tissue remnants on the head of my softening penis, "Good thing I know how to get you hard again after you cum."

She looked up at me again, and, from behind a wonderfully slutty grin, she once again confirmed what I could not believe I heard, "You're my brother. Not my stepbrother, I mean you are, but you're also my actual brother. MY half-brother... and mom's half-brother... and my uncle... I'm your niece... isn't that cool?"

"God," she huffed, her eyes burning with a sexual hunger I knew well as she declared, "That makes me so fucking horny!"

Laila pushed me backward, onto my bed, then crawled up my nakedness, pinning me down with her body. The instantaneous and the near-complete intersection of our bare flesh at multiple points flooded my brain with dopamine and serotonin. Laila's nakedness merging with mine always relaxed me, even when I hated myself as much as I did for what I allowed to happen the night before.

"You're my brother, and I'm your sister," she glowed as her labia eagerly licked my squished penis below the merger of our hips, "and you're my uncle, and I'm your niece. I love how much more incestuous that sounds than you and I being step-siblings."

"I know," I muttered, almost tearing up, feeling my heart forgetting to beat as my entire body wanted to feed on her flesh to flesh contact. Overwhelmed by how much my body seemed dependent on her previously absent naked contact, I didn't fully process what she had said, and I was barely able to mutter, "I'm your step-bother, and you're my step-sister.

My eyes locked on her chocolate nugget nipples for a moment, my mouth salivating, wanting to suck on and nibble on her nipples before I forced my attention to shift to her passion-enriched face above. Quietly admonishing her, "Keep your voice down; Rose or dad may hear you...us."

"No," she glowed, her hips wiggling and squirming, sliding my mostly un-soft cock between her excessively lubricated pussy lips.

"You're my half-brother, and I'm your half-sister, and mom's your half-sister, and dad is... our dad. You're my uncle, and I'm your niece... we're a family," she spat out rapidly. Her body tensed, her head rolling back on her neck, exhaling the last of her breath as my cock finally slid inside her.

After a deep, relaxing inhale, she looked down at me, her fingers digging into my pecks as she almost shouted at my face, "Mom and dad told me everything."

Laila's body trembled, and her arms flashed with goose pimples as she blurted out, "And dad wants to make love to me... like our family's supposed to, or has for generations... and I want you to be there when dad and I make love for the first time."

She looked down at me, the submissiveness I had reinforced on top of her previous brainwashing reappearing as she confessed, "I told him I wanted to, but only if you said it was ok. Only if you were there to watch... you're my forever-lover, and nothing will change that."

"Wait," feeling the tense confusion on my face, "What... hold on," I stammered, my hands instinctively reaching for my sister's perky, bouncing breasts, "You told them... they know about us... what we've been doing."

All my fears washed over me, a tidal wave of mind-numbing possibilities. Most starting with Dad and I talking in his office, to the extreme of the police arresting me, then some judge branding me a sex offender before locking me away or ostracized by society.

The wave of doom I saw towering over me never impacted. The glowing smile and the way Laila's eyes sparkled down at me from her perch on my cock. It was the same way her face glowed when she saw me, stripped for me, or made love to me, an expression that always warmed my heart. But the excited expression on her face at that moment surpassed every treasured memory I had of Laila's inner glow radiating from within.

"I told them everything," Leaning a little closer as she whispered, "Mom masturbated and let me watch her cum when I told her some of the things I've let you do to me."

She sat up again, wiggling on my cock inside her as she confessed, "Mom said she suspected we were having sex for some time... Rose thought we were fucking before all that Aries' Horn stuff... you know before we actually started having sex... and mom knew for sure when she found me in your bed last weekend."

My sister bounced up and down on my cock like an excited six-year-old. Eager enthusiasm flowing from her face and her voice as she said, "Mom told me you fucked her last night, and I love knowing you used me last night after being with her... God, I loved how you fucked me like an animal last night... you fucked me to sleep...twice. Do you know how wonderful that was to me?" Her shoulders dropped as she huffed, "Of course you do, that's why you did it... you really do love me, don't you... fuck I want to fuck you so hard and for so long right now. My chest hurts when I think about you and what you do to me... even more now that I know you're my brother."

"I do... I did?" I questioned, then pleaded, "Wait... stop... hold on," I insisted, releasing Laila's breasts, pulling back, flashing a stop signal with both hands as I demanded, "Just stop; wait a minute... start all over and tell me what happened and what you told them... or what you told Rose."

Laila leaned forward, driving right through my hand-signal stop signs, her loving breasts kissing my chest at the same time her lips met mine. Her tongue invaded my mouth, her lips slid across mine, and I could feel the electric energy of her eagerness as her oral muscle assaulted mine and her cunt clenching and contracting around my confused cock.

She pushed herself up, spewing, "Mom woke me this morning. She crawled into bed with me like I used to do with her... except she was naked. She told me everything. About your mom, our dad... our family traditions; everything!"

Laila had a giddy lift in her voice when she confirmed, "After she let me watch her masturbate, mom licked my pussy, and taught me how to lick hers. God, she tasted so good. So sweet and salty at the same time, and I've never felt anything so..."

"Frictionless," I whispered, "and silky and slippery smooth and indescribably delicious?"

"Yeah," Laila nodded; her face looked like it about to explode based on the width of her smile as she said, " I get it... I understand why you like eating my cunt so much." Proudly confirming her authorization, "You can eat my pussy anytime you want."

Laila bounced up and down on me again as she reaffirmed, "Mom told me how you fucked her on the lounge chair last night. She said after she knew it was you, her half-brother, she couldn't stop cumming. She loved feeling you inside her."

Laila's grin grew impossibly wider as she stared at me, dancing on my cock, reminding me of something I knew well, "I love feeling you inside me too."

"Oww," Laila muttered, caressing her cheek, I never had a smile hurt so good."

"Everything?" I asked hesitantly, only slightly distracted by her cunt sucking on my cock. Unconsciously moving her hips up, down, and around as if she was scratching an itch inside her.

"Mom and I talked for hours," Laila confessed. "and had sex with each other... until dad joined us, sitting naked on my bed, caressing mom and me... until he pulled her to the edge and started fucking her... just like you fuck me when I'm studying."

Laila's eyes glowed brighter as she added, "He fucked her while she ate my pussy, and he fingered me. Dad made me cum as he told me how he met your mother and my mother at a family orgy. And mom told me why she left... she was jealous of her mother and our dad, not knowing she was pregnant with me."

Laila shrugged, "I guess I understand now why she didn't tell me who my father was until we moved here... she didn't know."

Laila leaned down, her nose touching mine as she said, "I know, I promised not to, but," she hesitated, pressing her nose a little harder to mine before she closed her eyes and confessed, "I sucked dad's penis. I let him cum in my mouth... I made him cum in my mouth." Taking a short breath before she continued, "I'm sorry... I wanted to taste him so bad," she added, opening her eyes.

"I'm sorry," she pleaded again, "I've wanted to feel his cock in my mouth and feel him inside me since the day mom brought him home with her... even more so after I saw him naked walking out of her bathroom."A light bulb flashed behind my eyes, and I felt both eyelids flutter as I muttered, "You knew about him... you knew about me, so you must have known about mom, dad, and Rose."

"No," her honest eyes pleading her innocence, "I didn't. They didn't tell me." Stammering a little as she confessed, "Mom told me he had a son, but never told me I was his daughter too, or how my mom was your mom's daughter... and her sister... from your mom's father... our grandfather... this does get confusing, doesn't it?"

I nodded as an explosion of self-aware insight washed over Laila's face just before she confessed, "After I got to know our dad, not knowing he was my dad, I fell in love with him. He's very handsome, you know..." She pushed herself up, smiling down at me again as she teased me, "Just like his son."

Laila took another breath; then I could see her eyes looking through me and into the past as she said, "The way he treated mom, respected her, cared for her, and I could tell by the way she looked at him, she loved him... passionately." She paused, stopping her grind on my groin, settling on my hips as she studied her memories, telling me what she saw in the past, "Seeing her face then... reminds me of me when I can watch you making love to me in a mirror." Laila's voice trailed off as a familiar, gentle, contented smile that I too remember seeing in the bathroom mirror washed over her face.

She became whole to me at that moment. More than her bare breasts above my eyes or her vagina cocooning my manhood. I saw something beyond the tranquil expression on her face and something beyond the unfamiliar chemical high percolating behind her eyes as she started connecting dots she never knew formed a bigger picture than the small reality she knew and understood.

I saw her connecting to and understanding reality as I saw it, or at least as I had seen it since dad shared our family's legacy with me. That insightful knowledge, the ramifications, the impacts, and all the possibilities that information represented snuck past Laila's single-minded sex-focused desires, granting her a glimpse of the world as I perceived and processed it.

The blank expression that slowly manifested on her face hid the multiple realizations converging in a nexus of brain-numbing and spine-tingling overlapping catharses, or is that cathari?

Her shoulder's slumping a little as she processes more and more of what she knew but didn't know made my cock a little harder inside her, and my love for her grow stronger than I thought possible.

"I used to listen to them," a guilty innocence replacing the lost look on her face as she looked down, sharing a new secret with me, "When mom and dad were dating, they had sex just about every night he came over. I could hear them... both of them."

Pride of accomplishment, a very self-confident expression that rarely appeared on Laila's face when we weren't having sex manifested. Her head started nodding as if she agreed with an unheard voice in her head as she said, "The way he treated mom the next morning... respected her... the same way you respect me... that's when dad became the man I wanted to marry someday. At first, I didn't know he had a son until I heard them talking after a rather long sex session. I guess mom's love for him rubbed off on me, and I started to hope his son would be just as wonderful to me as he was to both me and mom."

Laila's distant realization drifted away, replaced by flaring eyes and an unfamiliar intensity as she challenged, "You asked me if I understood what it was like to live with two women who reminded you of the one person you loved... I do... believe me, I do. I loved dad before I knew he was my dad, and that night... that night we met for the first time... I knew then... I would do anything to make you love me... to have the same kind of love my mom and our dad share."

Laila's eyes mischievously squinted as she confessed, "I used a glass pressed to the wall to listen to them, you know, like on TV. I used to masturbate hearing them fucking on the other side of the door. After Richard and I started having sex when he was inside me, I'd close my eyes and imagine dad was the one making me create all those same wonderful sex sounds mom makes when dad's fucking her... I wanted to be mom, and I wanted Richard to be our father... I wanted to feel him inside me."

Her eyes glowed a familiar love down at me as she professed, "I wanted to feel dad inside me then as much as I needed to feel you inside me all the time after we became lovers. Even more, now I know you, and I were created from love and destined to be lovers... forever."

"Did you tell your mom about Richard?" I asked, "Did you explain what he did to you?"

Laila's body slumped, her breathing stopped for a moment, and her eyes started to fill with water.

"It's ok," I offered, "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"I lied to you," Laila confessed, laying down on top of me. Her arms embraced my shoulder, squeezed her body to mine as she pleaded, "Please... don't hate me for lying to you... I... I," she stammered, her vagina clutching my cock just as tight as her arms were.

"I said I would do anything to make you love me," Laila confessed into my neck, "And it was clear to me after our weekend together... after you made me feel loved.. just by dancing with me."

She lifted her face out of my neck, whispering her justification at the side of my head, "I knew then... I mean, I think I suspected before then, but you, holding me like you were, dancing with me, loving me without being inside me... That's when I knew... I knew giving you my sex wasn't enough for you. You needed someone to take care of... you needed to feel needed... so," Laila paused again, her nose inhaling deeply against my flesh.

Her face tried to bury itself in my neck again, snuggling deep into my flesh as she could before Laila's muffled voice vibrated deep in my inner ear, "I made it all up."

Her coiled embrace tightened, her cunt clenched, and her breathing stopped as she waited for my reaction.

"It was all a lie," I muttered aloud, stunned and suddenly numb. My entire body instantly started tingling as my stomach imploded and my breath evaporated from my lungs.

"I'm sorry," she begged, clutching me as if I were a life preserver and a rip-tide was pulling on her legs. "I promise, I will never lie to you again," she pleaded into my neck, "I... I... I didn't know what to say, and I was too afraid of losing you after your heart kissed mine... after what you said and did... I thought my heart stopped... I did... I felt it... I felt you touch me inside in a way no one ever had before... in a way, I didn't think was possible."

"And you still do," her unseen but felt tears marching over my shoulder as she pleaded, "every day... several times a day... you kiss my heart sometimes just by looking at me the way you do... the way dad looks at mom."

I remained silent and unmoving - processing.

I must have taken too long to respond to her confessions, to her admitting she lied to me, and her genuine profession of love. She pushed herself up and away from my mental detachment, looking down at me, still waiting for a response or a reaction to her retracting and revising everything I thought to be true.

"Joann thought I should tell you Richard raped me," Laila asserted, caressing my chest, her eyes following her fingertip as it circled one of my nipples. "She said it would make you feel like you were my hero or my protector," squeezing my peck as she added, "My knight in shining armor... she said it would make you feel like I needed you... in a way you wanted to be needed."

Caressing my chest where her desperate nails had dug into my skin, perhaps trying to embrace my heart before she admitted, "But that was long before I came up with Mistress Alla-i and Aries' Horn," she explained.

Wiggling her cunt around my suddenly retracting cock, she replaced my continued silence with her voice, "And I didn't lie about how Richard broke my heart... he did... it hurt... a lot. You helped me through that... you made me feel whole again... you made me love you when you helped me understand what Richard and I had wasn't love... it was just sex... young lust pretending to be love... I think that what you told me."

She tried dancing a little on my hips, my shrinking penis still trapped inside her as she inhaled slowly. Painfully sincere as she asserted, "It was... the way you needed me to trust you... to talk to you. You kept asking me to give you more... but I had nothing else to give... so I told you what I thought you wanted to hear."

"So Richard never?" finally allowing myself to speak.

Laila shook her head, leaning toward me again, her hand reaching up from my chest to caress my cheek as she confirmed, "He never raped me, but we did have sex... he was... my eighteen birthday present to myself."

Laila's eyes appeared lost for a moment as she stopped and stared at me before peeling back a mental scab she was not aware she had when she suggested, "Maybe I raped him... Maybe he wasn't ready for what I did to him... or made him do to me."

Her eyes remained locked on mine, perhaps waiting for me to offer absolution until my silence outlasted her patience. She eventually tried to rationalize her deeds, offering as her only defense, "He did break my heart, but not because he used me or pushed me into a sex cult. That was Joann's idea... with a little help from my fantasizing about what I wanted to do with you."

"So," I sought confirmation, "You pushed yourself on him, tricked him, or forced him to have sex with you... like you did to me. Richard didn't brainwash you into becoming his sex slave or a communal slut... that was..."

"All me," she cautiously confirmed, "I did all of that... everything... I needed to feel love, and even before my first period I... I don't think I looked at men the same way my friends did."

Her fingers resumed absentmindedly caressing my temple as she exhaled. She stopped breathing for a moment, her eyes locked on mine for that brief eternity before she confessed, "I am a slut. I am a spoiled sex-starved brat."

I could see the realization of her words sinking in behind her eyes as she continued, "That's something I think I realized after Richard broke up with me. Or maybe because of Richard, I found out just how much I like sex; I need sex to feel loved... or maybe to feel alive."

Moving up and forward, her hand cupping the side of my head and my ear as she kissed me. She held her face in front of mine as she confirmed, "And now, I'm addicted to sex... having sex with you... my brother... what you and I share, what you do to me... Richard never made me feel the way you do... even now, being naked with you, feeling your skin touching mine... sitting on you... feeling you inside me... it's like this is where I was always supposed to be... where I want to be forever."

Her natural glow brightened as she verbally confirmed, "I'm fucking my brother, and I love it... as much as I love my brother being my best friend... God," she shuddered, "I love you so fucking much!"

She sat up straight again, wiggling on my still inserted cock as she told me, and perhaps herself, "That's the real reason he broke up with me. He couldn't give as much as I gave or couldn't keep up with me after I had my first orgasm. After that, I was obsessed with him, or more correctly, his sex, and feeling him inside me, my mouth, my cunt, and my ass... oh god... my ass... he's the reason I think I love anal so much, or maybe he just happened to be my first, and I was going to love anal as much as I do with or without him."

Laila's eyes shifted to the past again as I listened, "I can remember my first anal orgasm with him... God, it was so intense, so deep like he was fucking my entire body with his cock... I thought I was going to pass out."

She looked down at me again, "That what it feels like when you fuck my ass; as if your penis... all of you is inside me," pleading unnecessarily, "Please don't judge me because I love anal more than PIV... please don't leave me because I'm a slut... I'm your slut... I promise... I will never fuck anyone else unless you tell me I can... I swear... even dad."

"I've never judged you," I replied honestly, "Until now," I muttered unnecessarily, then tried to correct my disparagement by quickly adding, "And I will give you all the anal sex you want... as often as I can."

"Thank you," she cooed, then paused to take a breath before confirming, "That's why he broke up with me. He broke up with me because I broke him... at first, he was non-stop, taking everything I had to give. He was so horny all the time, and so was I. Then his stamina and interest faded until Richard told me he had had enough... he couldn't give me what I needed anymore. Or at least not as often as I wanted him to."

"You can," her eyes glowing at me, "And, now I know you're more than my stepbrother... it's like you were made for me, and I was made for you. We're perfect for each other and with each other... how many brothers and sisters are lovers and best friends like we are?"

She stopped wiggling on my penetration, remembering a previous conversation as she muttered, "I think he went to seminary school after we graduated... I think that's what Joann's brother told her, that she told me... Richard became..."

I didn't hear anything after that. My eyes closed, and I felt all my fears evaporating. The judge of the court of recriminations throwing out my sexual assault case for lack of evidence. I unknowingly muttering aloud my recriminations court's ruling, "I never raped you; you wanted me to have sex with you... you needed me to fuck you... over and over again, and you still do."

"Yep," Laila nodded, resuming her wiggling as I continued to mumble aloud, "I wasn't taking advantage of you... no one brainwashed you into thinking sex meant love, and love meant sex."

"Nope," she confirmed, "Wasn't brainwashed into thinking that way, but I don't mind demonstrating my love for you with all the sex you can take or give," she added with a teasing smirk and a squirming wiggle of her cunt around my cock, "and I'm sorry for lying to you... I didn't know what else to do. I needed your sex, and you needed something I don't think I'm capable of giving you... but I will try. I swear; I will try to show my love for you the way you want me to."

"God," I puffed, my fingers digging into her thighs, "Fuck," I cursed, "For three fucking weeks, I've been beating myself up for thinking I was taking advantage of you." I looked up at her, confessing, "Thinking you were somehow programed by a cult into thinking sex meant love... and I was taking advantage of you and what they had done to you... I hated myself for doing to you what they had done to you."

"More like what I had done to Richard," she teased before the seriousness of my expression sank in.

"Ohh," she responded to my self-inflicted distress; her eyes started to gloss with tears when she realized what I meant, "I'm sorry... I didn't know that's what you thought... I didn't mean for you to feel guilty for me wanting your sex... wanting to share myself with you, and you with me."

"FUCK!" Laila cursed again, her teasing smirk fading as her sympathetic eyes looked down on me when she suddenly realized, "I fucking love you... more now than I did a few minutes ago... you know how you said you wanted to tie me down and make me cum until I passed out... I want to do the same to you... I will fucking love you more intensely and more often than any woman has their brother in history."

"Fuck," she cursed again, "Just when I think I can't love you any more than I do, you go and do something like that... show me you love me in a way I just don't understand until you make me understand... FUCK!... That kind of shit is why I need to feel you inside me all the time."

Laila leaned down, her cunt squeezing my cock as tight as it ever had as she pleaded, "Can we stay like this forever... you inside me... not just my pussy, but inside my heart... and my head."

"You lied to me," I muttered, not considering my innocence of a crime only imagined by my fears; instead, my mind raced back in time to when my mother lied to me. A good-intentioned lie from a terminally ill mother trying to comfort her young son. A lie to protect a young boy from reality that ended up shaping his perspective of reality, love, life, and himself.

"No!" Laila yelled at me upon feeling my penis shrinking, deflating as my mental processes were overwhelmed trying to deal with the massive reality shift her recon created.

"I'm sorry," Laila pleaded again, wiggling her hips on mine, "Please forgive me. Please... I promise never to lie to you again." Kissing my cheeks, lips, forehead, and every other spot her lips could reach. Laila's desperate cunt clenching and contracting, trying to suck my retreating cock back into her as she shifted to bargaining, "You took ownership of my sex, and I let you... I gave myself to you... and I will honor that promise. I will never have sex with anyone ever again, even dad, unless you tell me I can... please don't leave me... I need you... I can't go on without you loving me the way you have since I... since I lied to you..."

The true nature of her crime became fully realized at that moment, and her desperation flared in response. She began licking my lips, her tongue trying to worm its way into my mouth, and her cunt clenched, then relaxed, pulsating around my cock, trying to stimulate my penis at the edge of her opening.

Her hands started frantically caressing the sides of my face as she added to her self-imposed punishment, "And I will never cum unless I'm with you or you tell me I can... I'm so sorry I hurt you... please don't leave me. I want to be your slut... your sex-pet... don't give back what I gave you... me... take me... please. Take me now and whenever you want... Please let me be yours... forever."

"Please," she begged again, "I gave myself to you... I'm yours... please don't hurt me... the way I hurt you... I didn't mean to," my cock slipped out as her pussy tried to suck it back into her. She then pressed her face to my neck again, and I could feel her tears chilling my skin and her confused, panicked breath warming my flesh at the same time.

I embraced Laila, whispering, "Don't move. I just need a minute to think... and I don't want you to move until I do."

She nodded her head in my neck, her arms tightening around me, then her legs tangled around mine as I tried to focus my attention on feeling her nakedness pressed to mine.

Her lies about Richard and the non-existent sex cult would not leave me. What she had told me in confidence had molded the way I saw her, felt about her, and wanted to help her be a better person. Helping her is what helped me want to be a better me.

"She was too emotional when she told me what Richard had done to her for it all to be a lie," I tried to convince myself.

"We were both exhausted," I reminded my inner voice, "We had four hours of sleep that night, and I had just scolded her about the clothes she was wearing. We were both physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted when she felt she had to lie to me to keep me in her life."

"She felt she had to lie to me to keep me in her life," repeated in my head several times before the truth behind that realization sank in and took root in my psyche.

"Dad lied too," I heard my inner voice remind me, "Lied to us for years about mom, Rose, Laila, and our family's legacy... he hid who we are from us."

"I lied too," I heard my inner dialog confirm, "Like dad, I lied by omission... I didn't tell Laila what dad told me... because I was afraid of losing her... just like he was afraid of losing his son. I also didn't tell Laila about what I did to her mom, thinking she was Laila. I should have, but I didn't... I've lied to her twice... and I justified those lies because I was afraid of losing her.""And," I reminded myself, "She lied to me for the same reason," trying to rationalize away new fears moving into my mind replacing the ones created by the lie that created the ones fading away. Yet those previous and undead fears still clung to me as if they represented a ghost I knew wasn't real but still right in front of me nonetheless.

Laila's embrace tightened when I started to speak my thoughts, "I lied to you too. I didn't tell you about us... our relationship to each other, or everything else dad told me, and I should have."

I returned her desperate embrace, knowing I had to find a way to forgive her deception. I wanted her as much as she wanted me, and I needed to get past her self-protecting untruth to keep her in my life.

I think that's when I realized Laila had replaced my mom as the woman I loved more than anyone before her. I know I keep throwing the word love around, and sometimes we say it to each other so often it's become a habit, but, at that moment, my love for her and her love for me was a truth I had to face. A truth that superseded and was superior to any lie we used to protect each other. A wall I needed to be strong enough to climb over, knowing her lies were there in defense of her heart; a mote of unspoken truths I had deployed same reasons.

I closed my eyes to think, and a song filled the darkness behind my eyelids:

"I have stood here before inside the pouring rain

With the world turning circles running 'round my brain

I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign

But it's my destiny to be the king of pain."

For a moment, I felt my soul sinking into a void as Sting, and the Police fed my depression. Their lyrics suggesting over and over again I would always end up here, finding and focusing on the single black spot in something as bright as the sun, seeing myself as the 'King of Pain.'

The stressful beating of my heart shifted tempo as another song from the Police mixed and merged with the darkness, compounding my fear of losing what I had found loving my sister... the imagined fears of living without her moving to the forefront of my mind;

"Since you've gone I've been lost without a trace

I dream at night I can only see your face

I look around but it's you I can't replace

I feel so cold and I long for your embrace

I keep crying baby, baby please

Then I heard her off-tune voice in my head singing to me:

Oh, can't you see

You belong to me

How my poor heart aches

With every step you take"

My imagining Laila serenading me in my head made the truth I sought instantly clear. Her previous pleas translated into song lighting a candle inside the darkness I found myself retreating into, "I would do anything for Laila's love, even forgiving her sins and confessing mine."

"I lied by omission," I whispered near her ear, "I should have told you... everything... and I didn't. I should have told you you're my half-sister, and I didn't. I should have told you about how I fucked your mother... but I was too afraid of losing you... just like you were afraid of losing me."

My embrace tightened, and I pressed the side of my head to hers as I said, "I fucked you harder than I think I ever had last night because I hated myself for not telling you... not sharing everything with you... I hated myself for what I didn't tell you, and I took my anger out on you. I was in a dark place, and I took you there with me... I'm sorry."

"I've done the same thing," she breathed into my neck, "When you confessed to using Aries' Horn... when your actions proved you were a better man for me than Richard... when you showed me you were a better person than me... I was so angry with myself for tricking you into having sex with me. Angry after looking into your eyes as you fucked my ass, seeing the love you had for me... that you cared for me more than you did yourself. I never saw that in Richard's eyes... and it was something I never expected to see or feel from you... from anyone. That feeling was so wonderful and new... and I was so angry that my plan to seduce you had become something far, far more than I thought possible."

Laila pushed herself up, her face so close to mine, her two eyes merged into one as she confessed, "That's when I knew... or when my heart knew. You were going to save me from me. It just took my brain a little while to catch up... and now... now I'm so afraid of losing you... just thinking about you not being a part of my life, not being a part of me. It hurts so much... please. Ray... please forgive me."

"I will forgive you if you forgive me," I offered, "and we both promise... promise each other we will never lie or hide anything from each other again."

Laila sat up. Her groin squishing mine as my hands floated up to her breasts again. My eyes watched as I massaged, fondled, caressed, and generally enjoyed her squishy flesh as Sting and the Police serenading my fears and depression faded away.

"Cum for me," I directed, looking for a way to quiet the complexities created by our conversation.

I know this is weird, but since we became a couple, sex had become an integral part of our interpersonal communication and conflict resolution. Like now, we've had the deepest and most soul-connecting conversations before, during, and after sex; I guess it's part of the way we share our love for each other; it is what it is... and I think what we had just shared made that part of our relationship clearer to me.

"What?" she questioned.

"You and I just made love the want I want us to," I explained, "Now I want us to make love the way you want us to." So," I directed again, "Cum for me. Make yourself cum, and let your cunt kiss my cock until I'm hard again. Then I want to fuck you until we cum together... so," once again I insisted, "Cum for me."

She stared at me for a long moment, and I won the battle of silence when her hand moved under my arm, and she started to rub her clit, and slowly ground her pussy back and forth across my sleeping penis; all while staring down at me. The confused expression on her face was slowly brightening as an inner light glowed from within her.

"God," her lips puffed, "I love you so fucking much... you are my soul mate... you are... you know me so well... just what to say and do to make me want to eat you up... FUCK!" she demanded, dancing hard on my hips, "Get hard already so I can feel you inside me!"

While Laila distracted herself, rubbing her clit, grinding on my cock, and holding her open eyes on me, I allowed myself to process and reprocess all we just shared.

Her raw naked beauty and the bright light her eyes held affixed to mine woke my sleeping sex. Like I said, sex is how we share our love, and maybe it's more than that; maybe we're both hardwired in such a way we feed on each other sex to feel wanted, loved, and... more.

My cock inflated, and she exhaled that same heart-stopping whimper she always did when I slid inside her. I began to thrust my hips up, siding my penis in and out of her as I held on to her breasts with the same clutching desperation I felt when she held my cock sleeping next to me.

"Cum with me," I muttered at her chest, "And promise me that we'll remind ourselves of our love for each other by coming together... now, and every time we cum together in the future."

Laila's on-the-edge of a climax facial expression nodded her agreement, muttering a three-word reply to seal our commitment, "Cum with me."

Her chest gulped at the air like she was drowning until she felt my pelvis thrust up and hold myself as deep inside her as I could, squirting my committed love into her body.

She cried her orgasmic consent, her arms and shoulders contracting, her muscles seemed to imploded as she exhaled several barking puffs, and her cunt clamped down and around my cock as she shuttered through our shared orgasm.

Her hands reached out to steady herself on my shoulders, her hair falling from her head as she looked down at me.

"I didn't say you could stop," I directed, adding a playful smirk to my face.

"Don't stop," I reminded her, "Keep cumming until I tell you to stop."

She sat up again, resuming her clit massage, her face and eyes expressing her love for me in way words never could. I waited until her climax started peaking before I said, "I love you just the way you are... I don't want you to change, but," I reminded her, "Your sex is mine. I get to use you whenever I want, and... I'm giving you my sex in the same way... I'm yours whenever you want."

Laila's body shivered when she climaxed again, staring at me, opening her mouth to speak when the window knocked.

"Of Fuck!" Laila cursed, her body still trembling from her interrupted climax as she puffed, "I forgot about mom and dad."

Laila dismounted me without warning, grabbing my hand as she exited the bed. My arm almost dislocated when she yanked me upright, demanding, "Come on... mom and dad are waiting... they sent me to get you..."

"Ready... ready for what?" I questioned as she dragged me out of my room, as I whispered a reminder, "Laila... we're naked... they'll see us."

"Yeah," she smiled over her shoulder, "Get used to it," finishing her statement, "I think we're all going to be naked a lot more often," as I followed her toward the gagging and grunting noises of sex in the backyard.

Outside we found Rose on her back on a sunchair; her neck rolled over the edge of the plastic slats. Dad stood over her, feeding his cock to her upside-down mouth and her throat. Rose's hands pulled on his thighs as his hands massaged her sunbathed breasts. The bulge from dad's cock moving in Rose's neck instantly excited my recently spent penis.

"Ooo," Laila cooed, squeezing me tighter as she said, "I want you to do that to me again... after dad and I fuck for the first time... oh...no... while dad fucks me. I want both of my lovers inside me at the same time."

"What?" I stammered, entranced, watching my dad throating Rose.

Laila twisted me toward her, sliding my level cock between her thighs as she embraced me. I could feel the sticky goo of my cum dripping out of her cunt mixing with her natural lube as she professed, "I'm yours. Your lover, your sex slave, your sex-toy, and your friend as much as I am your sister. I won't have sex with anyone, including our dad unless you're ok with it... but I want to; I do."

Laila danced on her toes like a child needing to pee as she told me, "I want the two men I love most to fuck me endlessly, my mouth, my cunt, and my ass. I'm addicted to sex... partly because of you. I'm not as self-aware and self-reflective as you are. I don't think I ever will be... I just know I like sex, I love you, and I will do anything you ask of me as long as you let me feed my sexual addiction with you... I'm going to show you how much I love you with an endless supply of sex... and I want you to do the same for me... fuck me to show you love me."

"Well," I smiled, wiggling my suddenly eager penis in and out of her slick and cum sticky thighs, "I want you to share my bed... every night," then, nodding at Rose and Dad, I added, "When we're not sharing theirs. And," I added, "I still want you naked all the time... ready to fuck and be fucked anytime, day or night... by both me and dad... because we love you... and your mother."

"God," she huffed, her thighs clenching around my (once again) eager to get inside her cock, "I love you so fucking much it hurts... I can't wait to feel you and dad fucking me at the same time."

"I'm looking forward to it," I smiled, "Move the other lounge chair next to your mom's so dad and I can take turns fucking your throat," I directed, "then we'll fuck your cunt and your ass... I want to DP both you and Rose with dad... with real cocks, not fake ones... and I want to hear you cum... no more screaming into Mr. Fish... and I want to watch dad fuck my sloppy seconds inside you."

Laila's legs squeezed tight around my cock, and her thighs quivered, making her entire body shake and bounce as she climaxed.

"That's one," I smirked, "Two more, then it's mine turn."