The Love Shared - S01 E12

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The Love Shared - S01 E12

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 12

Doc continues his love affair with his Mother, while introducing his Sister to something new...

I wasn't sure how long I'd been sitting there, the battery on the Nanny-cam had long since died and I didn't feel like getting up any time soon.

In this situation, smokers would light a cigarette. Drinkers would leave the glass and drink from the bottle. But I wasn't either of those, I'd never smoked and so far hadn't had a drink. So what was I going to do in order to shift this weight I had gained on my shoulders? Finding out that a girl was being sexually abused by her Mother and Father was a sensation I hadn't experienced before, obviously. Part of me was turned on, and another part of me wanted to run over there and kick down the door, be the hero. I was glad that wasn't that rash, because I had no idea what I'd do one I'd gotten there. What would I tell Faye? That I'd been watching her for months through a telescope in my bedroom, that I went there not with the intention to help her study but to plant a device that allowed me to spy on her, and on top of all of that, her parents were drugging her and using her body as a sex toy. Yeah, I thought to myself, that'd go down real well.

In the end all I did was what any normal teenager would do, I decided to seek out my Mom and gain comfort from her. Okay, so not exactly what every teenager would do, but these were special circumstances. I went downstairs and passed the lounge, Bobbie was curled up on the couch watching a movie and Dad was nowhere in sight. Mom must be in the kitchen, but before I could check, Bobbie turned around, "Doc,come here a minute." she asked quietly.

"What're you watching kiddo?" I asked moving into the lounge,

"Don't call me that, and something Dad was watching, he's talking to Mom in the kitchen now." she said as I sat down on the arm of the couch. Sylvester Stallone was on screen, and from watching his bizarre exercise, I knew what film it was.

She kept her eyes on the screen and motioned for me to sit beside her by patting the couch cushion. Figuring that Mom and Dad's talk wouldn't last too long, I sat beside her. She shuffled up moving closer to me and I slid down the arm and onto the cushion.

The film was The Specialist, and coming up was one of my old favourites whenever couldn't get onto the internet to find something to jerk off to. Stallone and Sharon Stone were about to go at it. I pulled Bobbie closer and after a shuffle, she was pretty much sitting on my lap. One leg draped over mine and the other on the seat cushion, she was wearing a long white night shirt, and her bare legs reflected the light of the TV.

I couldn't hear much coming from the kitchen, which told me it was pretty serious. They were arguing in quiet voices, though Dad had such a deep voice was surprised not to feel the room vibrating as he tried to keep it down.

Bobbie's hand was resting on my crotch, and I didn't want to admit to myself that she was aware of it, but something in the back of my mind was telling me that she knew what she was doing. And against my own better judgement, I returned the subtlety. I place my right hand on her thigh, the one draped over my leg and began smoothing it up and down. Keeping it slow and light, I continued as on screen Sylvester patted down Sharon Stone.

The scene was here, the kissing began and before so much as a t- shirt could be removed, they were both naked and moving over one another.

I felt a tickle underneath my jeans, my cock was starting to stiffern and like before, the blood was emptying from my brain, leaving it to dream up all kinds of stupidity. My hand was slowly getting higher up Bobbie's leg and the strokes were getting longer. I was soon at the tip of her knee, before bringing it up toward the top of her inner thigh. I saw her toes curl a little the higher I got, and the higher I got the harder my penis got.

Bobbie's hand had now moulded around my shaft, she may not have noticed though as her eyes were quite glued to the screen.

My hand got a little higher and I sensed that I was a small flick away from her clitoris. I ignored the warning signs and raised a finger, touching her skin I realised I was as hard as I was ever going to be. A new sensation then swept over me when I felt the moisture. I couldn't help but look at her, the scene in the movie was almost over and the blood was now screaming inside of me to do something.

But I didn't need to, she raised her hips a little and my finger slipped into her puffy wet lips, only by a couple of millimetres, but it was enough. Her grip was firm around the shape of my cock, and the devil on my shoulder quickly appeared, telling me to unbutton my jeans, to release my cock and give Bobbie an eyeful

The angel then appeared on my opposite shoulder too, he seemed pretty desperate to get my attention but I wasn't giving him any. And neither was Bobbie, because without saying a word she reached over and pulled apart my jeans, the buttons all came loose without putting up a fight, and before a I could even try and think of something to say, my cock was on full display to my little sister. She gasped when she saw it, and I knew that right now the angel on my shoulder was pretty pissed.