My Sister Made Me Ch. 23

Sam nodded, listening intently as her mother took a moment to collect her thoughts.

"Your mother was a year younger than me, but she was affected by what we came to call 'the craving', at the same time I was. My own mother had better prepared Stephanie and I for it, much better than I did for you three. At first it was just the need to have an orgasm, which I'm sure you can relate to."

Sam was staring attentively, but she nodded as her mother looked over.

"Lord, we would masturbate all the time," her mother said, smiling and snickering to herself before going back to putting on makeup. "But soon, that grew into a need for more. It was always just more, more, more, until masturbating stopped working altogether."

Sam could indeed relate to that. The little playing with herself that she'd done had stopped working very early on.

"So, one morning, I'm trying to get some relief and I'm... handling my own business," she said, clearly trying to be delicate with her phrasing. "Your mom and I shared a room growing up, all the way through high school and college."

It was in that moment that Sam was visualizing a young version of her own mother playing with her pussy that she realized that it wasn't bothering her to talk about this. She wasn't disgusted, as she would've expected herself to be. She wasn't grossed out at the thought of her parents being sexual creatures. If anything, it was intriguing.

"You guys used to just masturbate in front of each other?" Sam asked.

"That started happening early on," she replied with a chuckle. "We'd talk to each other about how 'the craving' was affecting us and what we learned we could do to help. But as I was saying, I was trying to get some relief from this constant aching need, and your mother just came over and started doing it for me."

Sam couldn't help herself and laughed, then covered her mouth in alarm.

"It's fine, honey," her mother assured her. "Laughing is the correct response to hearing that. It's absurd, but it worked; for a little while at least. Things just kind of progressed from there between us, until we were as intimate as I'm sure Alex and Toni have been."

"So, you don't have a problem with me being bisexual then?" Sam asked, as she'd been genuinely curious about it in the past.

"Heavens no, sweetie," her mother said. "I'm bisexual. Why would I hold that against you? I think that with our shared condition and the increased level of sexual desire we experience that it's a foregone conclusion."

"Did grandma or grandpa ever catch you?"

She laughed quietly but nodded in response.

"Pretty early on, yeah. But they'd dealt with the same thing so they didn't judge us. They just told us to keep quiet about it; different times and all."

Sam sat back, digesting the information that she'd learned and marveling at how fascinating she found it all. Apparently, the women in her family had been dealing with this for quite a long time.

"Eventually, Steph and I found that the only thing that really took away the aching inside was to just have sex. We went through a number of boyfriends for a while, as you can imagine, and we got some very well-earned bad reputations at school. By the time your father and your birth father came around, we both figured that our image was too tarnished for anyone to want us."

"Did y'all meet them at the same time?" Sam asked. "Dad and... dad."

Her mother shook her head, smiling at her. "Marcus and I started dating first. We let him into our secret little sex world and he surprised me by how much he understood our needs and supported us. I knew pretty early on that he was the one for me."

"Sexually?"

"Mmm," she confirmed, "but soulmates as well. It was more than that, though. He would have sex with your mother and I as often as he could, but, as I'm sure you well know, 'the craving' never really stops."

"Oh, I didn't realize that he and, I mean... my birth mother," she said.

"I'm sorry," her mother said, wincing. "But yeah, he was there for both of us. It started very early on in our relationship too, and honestly, Stephanie really needed him more than I did, at least when we first started dating. They were together a lot. There were jealousy issues, of course, but he was always very understanding."

"Well, yeah," Sam said. "He was getting to have sex with two women."

Her mother giggled but shook her head.

"He was understanding about the other men, honey. As good as he was in bed, he couldn't realistically keep up. He was always our preferred lover, though. Very few have ever been able to match him at it."

Sam was genuinely impressed to hear that. She hadn't expected to hear that about her goofy, breakfast-stealing goober of a dad, but there it was. He was a good fuck. The thought had escaped before she'd realized it.

She sighed internally, swearing at whatever part of her brain had cooked that delightful little nugget up.

"In fact, your real father was a friend of your dad's that he'd checked out and introduced to us, all just to help Stephanie and me."

She fell silent for a moment, a giggle escaping a few seconds later.

"What is it?"

"Just thinking back," her mother said. "Probably gross you out."

"No," Sam said quickly. "It's honestly fascinating. I mean, I realized earlier that it wasn't grossing me out hearing this. Please... tell me."

Her mother looked at her warily for a few moments before giving in.

"I don't remember the context of where I was or what I was doing, but I'd just come back home to the apartment that your mom and I shared in college. I heard moaning from the other room and walked in to find my boyfriend and this handsome other friend of his with my little sister, both having their way with her. He was similarly gifted in the same way your father is, without being too descriptive, and he was every bit as understanding about our plight. We decided that we liked him, and Stephanie started dating him. But, between you and I, I'm pretty sure she always preferred your dad, meaning Marcus."

Sam smiled, enjoying the thought for some reason, but then turned and looked over at her mom. "Do you think I'm like her at all?"

She seemed to be caught off guard for a moment, but then turned and smiled.

"You look like her, for sure," she said. "You've got some of the same mannerisms, too. But you're much more confident than she ever was."

"Really?" Sam asked. That didn't match the mental image she had of her real mother.

"She's a bit like Alex was before her awakening; awkward, naïve, a little unsure of her sexuality. I always had to do all the talking with anyone we'd meet up with; before we started dating Marcus and Carl at least. I'm the one that convinced her to let my boyfriend take care of her sexual needs."

Sam smiled, marveling at the similarities between her mother and birth mother, and herself and her own two siblings.

"So, there you have it," her mother continued. "That's more or less how your real mother and I dealt with this genetic curse we have."

Sam nodded, snickering quietly to herself.

"Now... are you going to tell me what earlier was about?"

Sam sighed, following her mother as she left the bathroom, heading directly for the closet and looking through her wide selection of shoes.

"It's just all the awkwardness from this morning, for one. I guess, I don't know. I usually wake up feeling 'the craving' as you put it, and that's pretty much it for how the day is going to go. I find it hard to think about anything else, and I don't really get it, but I keep getting myself into weird situations. Half of the time they seem to involve daddy."

"Oh honey," her mother chuckled. "It's almost natural in this family, even expected."

"I mean, honestly," Sam continued. "I'm standing there cutting fruit and doing fine, and daddy comes in and..."

She trailed off, not wanting to say the words out loud, as if not vocalizing them would prevent them from being true.

"You find yourself thinking dirty thoughts about him?"

Sam turned and looked at her mother in surprise.

"Honey, I really, really do understand what you're going through," her mother said. "I had that happen with my own father. God, I had stuff happen like that with most people that were around me; my father, my mother." She sighed, shaking her head in amusement. "You know that your grandfather had four younger brothers?" she asked. "Picture that. Ungodly horny little eighteen-year-old me, my parents are encouraging me to have sex and experiment however I want, but just be safe. Then we have family come visit and there are my father's handsome brothers, all muscley and lean. God."

Sam watched in silence as her mother closed her eyes for a moment to steady herself, wondering the whole time if something had happened in the same vein as things between her and Dane, or Alex and Toni.

Her mother looked over and chuckled, as if she sensed Sam's curiosity.

"I can see the questions on your face, but I think your dad will be home any second. You were telling me what was wrong."

"Right," Sam said, shaking her head in an effort to focus. "After perving on dad, I went to school, got flirted with and turned on even more, got called in to the afternoon shift at work. About an hour after the lunch rush, Dr. Sanderson sat down at one of my tables. I assumed he was alone, but..."

She heard her mother chuckling quietly and looked over.

"You know?"

It was a guess, but she could see that her mother did indeed already know what had happened.

"Honey, your father and I have absolutely no secrets. I know about every little conquest he's ever had, and he knows all about mine, much less some embarrassment at a restaurant with his daughter. It's fine, honestly."

Sam shook her head, sputtering.

"I know that he saw you being groped and probably more when he came in. He was surprised and flustered, of course, but he also understands what we have to deal with. You're not in trouble. I promise your father really does understand."

Sam closed her eyes, trying to wrap her head around everything. After a few seconds, she opened them, though she didn't feel much different.

"Fine, he understands. That doesn't really help me any. What the hell am I supposed to do?" she asked. "I don't know how to handle things like that. It was a sexually charged situation and it was in front of my father."

Her mother seemed to be studying her for a second, but then smiled and cleared her throat.

"You do what your mother and I learned to do, just as it was taught by our own mother. You own it. You own every awkward moment, every illicit thought. Don't hide from them. Don't be embarrassed."

"What?" she stammered. "H...How? What does that even mean?"

"Sweetie, you act like you don't have any weapons to work with. Do you realize that you hold the power in those situations. If you weren't so embarrassed and caught up with the things in your head, you could turn the tables on whomever was causing the situation in the first place."

Sam tried to comprehend what was being explained, but somehow couldn't yet.

"If Dr. Sanderson tries to turn you on, do something to turn the tables on him. If you get embarrassed because you find yourself turned on by a family member at breakfast, don't let yourself be. That's normal in this family, remember? Own it. Take control of it. Let it be your superpower. Take control of all the embarrassment and pent-up sexual energy."

Sam took a solid minute to just digest the words she'd heard, staring off into space and lost in thought.

"Feeling better?" her mother asked.

Sam sighed, still trying to understand it all. She did feel better though and nodded at her mother.

"I'm curious about something," her mother continued. "Are you still going to go to The Mess Around and try to be the girl behind the door?"

Sam jerked as if she'd been shocked by something, looking over and up at her mother in shock.

"It was just a question," her mother assured her.

"I... didn't think it was an option," she said. "I..."

"Oh sweetie," her mother said. "The things I could tell you."

Sam shook her head in confusion, not even sure what she'd meant by the statement.

"I... my friend, Zoey," she said, shaking her head. "Zoey's going to do it."

"I'm just saying that I know how hard it is to find relief for the women in our family. When you find something that works, you stick with it. If you change your mind, you can always just have Zoey handle the men that you don't want to, whomever that might be."

Sam sat there for several more minutes, going over everything in the conversation again and again. It was only after she'd finally come back to her senses that she remembered her mother saying good night and kissing her on the forehead.

*****

Alex

Friday

The week had been an odd one, for sure. She hadn't really seemed to be able to catch up on sleep. She tried not to think too much about it though. She was much too excited about the evening that Bryce had been teasing her about lately.

She and Bryce were going out with Jessie and her handsome and well-endowed boyfriend, Dexter that coming Friday. She didn't know many details other than that, except that there was no pretense about the way the evening was going to end.

She wasn't working at all on Friday and promptly went home after class to get a nap in before she started prepping for that evening. After a solid hour of good sleep, she arose and got dressed, heading off for the first of several stops.

In preparation for Friday night, Bryce had given her his credit card and told her that she could use it to pay for anything she needed to do. She'd initially declined, but he'd been very insistent. Eventually, she took the card, knowing that he probably enjoyed the thought of paying for things for her.

Early in the week she'd made an appointment to get waxed, so that was her first stop. Once that was out of the way, she went and got a manicure and pedicure, selecting a naughty crimson color for the nail polish.

The last thing she'd wanted to do was go and get her hair done but knew that there wasn't even the slightest chance that her normal hairdresser would have an opening. It would likely have been at least a month.

Regardless, Alex had gotten much better at taking care of her own hair and styling in a manner that would make Toni proud. She finished her errands and went home, messaging Bryce the total amount that she'd spent on his card.

"All good, baby," he replied. "You can spend all I have."

She rolled her eyes but couldn't contain the smile on her face as she hopped out of the car and went in. Though she still had some time before she needed to start getting ready, she went ahead and got started.

She took her time doing her hair and putting on her own makeup, since Toni and Sam were both at work that evening. Even with no backup, she figured that she'd done a pretty good job of it.

She was putting the finishing touches on her appearance when she heard her mother coming. Alex hadn't changed yet and was wearing a loose-fitting shirt along with an old pair of shorts as she turned see her mother with a few garments on hangars.

"Hey," she called.

"Hi momma," Alex said.

She disappeared into Toni's room to hang up the clothes then reappeared a minute later.

"Date with Bryce tonight?" her mother guessed.

"Mmm," Alex confirmed. "We're going on a double-date with friends," she said, smiling as she looked over. "How'd I do?"

"You look beautiful, sweetheart," her mother said. "Have you picked out what you're wearing yet?"

Alex shook her head, wondering what she could find in Toni's closet.

"Let's go see what your sister might have," her mother suggested. "Is this a PG rated date or something more?"

"Definitely more," Alex said, smiling as her mother looked back with an amused, even impressed, expression.

"I can't say that I blame you. Bryce is a handsome fellow."

"He definitely is," she agreed.

The two made their way into Toni's room and into her closet, directly over to where her sister kept the more risqué outfits. Alex stood quietly while her mother thumbed through a few selections, pulling a few out here and there then quickly sliding them back in.

"Oh... my," her mother said. "This is... something."

Alex grinned upon seeing what her mother was holding. It was the mesh dress that she'd worn so long ago to the first party she went to with Toni.

"This is definitely intended to draw attention," her mother commented, then held it up for Alex to see. "Is this double-date with someone that you'd want to see you in something like this?"

"Mmm," Alex said. "Yeah, definitely. Jessie is this adorable, bubbly little blonde that has this really infectious energy and demeanor. I just love her to death. Her boyfriend is really cute and fun. I'm not sure what we're doing, though."

"Well," her mother said, offering Alex the garment, "I'm sure this one will work for any occasion, especially with how well I think you'll fill it out."

She blushed, not used to hearing that type of praise coming from her mother.

"Let me know if you need any help," she said, turning and stepping by to leave the closet.

Alex turned as well, leaving the closet and Toni's room behind as well. She turned into her own room as her mother started toward the stairs.

"Oh," she said, snapping her fingers.

Alex had been sliding her shorts off and turned to see her mother coming into her room.

"Next weekend, your father and I are having friends over for a Halloween Party," she said.

"Oh?" Alex asked.

"If you'd like to bring Bryce, that would be fine with me and your father. I told Dane to let all of you know, but I think you know how reliable of a messenger he is. Regardless, I'm sure there will be plenty of people there, but it's a costume party."

"That sounds really fun," Alex said. "Maybe I'll see if I can get Dexter and Jessie to come."

"Sure," her mother said. "Have fun tonight."

Alex waved, then went back to getting ready for the fun evening ahead.

***

She'd messaged Bryce that she was on her way but hadn't expected him to be waiting in the parking lot for her when she pulled up. She parked in a spare parking space at his apartment and hopped out, smiling as he saw her walking toward him.

"Holy shit," he said, his eyes going wide. "That might be the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

She winked at him, sliding up close and staring up into his dark eyes.

"Miss me?"

"Never," he replied without a beat. "Been neck-deep in pussy."

"Good boy," she said. "You better save some for me, though."

He smirked characteristically at her, and she resisted the urge to kiss him.

"Fuck yes, I missed you," he said. "I have half a mind to keep you out here so that the guys don't see you, but we still have a little while before I told Dex and Jessie to meet us."

"Scared that your lecherous friends are going to take advantage of your poor, naïve girlfriend?"

He slid his hand into hers and turned, leading her back toward the stairs that led up to his apartment, her heels clicking loudly on the pavement as they walked.

"Scared?" he asked. "Hell no. I know they'll want to, but I know for damn sure that you can handle yourself."

"You look handsome baby," she purred, clutching at him as they continued up. "Thank you for letting me use this."

She slid the credit card he'd given her out from where she'd smuggled it into her cleavage and offered it to him. He grinned, grabbing it and taking a second to slide it back into his wallet.

"If you want to start going and getting your nails and shit done weekly, I'm happy to pay for it," he said.

She smirked. "I shouldn't have to do it quite that often, but I appreciate the thought. You don't have to do that, though."