Susan adjusted the straps of her crop top in the hallway mirror, smoothing the fabric over her slim waist. The soft pink material contrasted with the dark denim skirt hugging her hips, the frayed hem brushing against her thighs. She tilted her head, examining herself—her honey-blonde hair was tousled just right, her lips glossed, her hazel eyes bright with the kind of youthful hope that hadn’t yet been crushed by responsibility.
“Susan!” her mother’s voice called from the kitchen, sharp with exhaustion. “Lee’s asking for you again.”
She sighed, her shoulders dropping. The weight of home pressed against her chest, but she forced a smile before turning away from the mirror.
Lee sat at the kitchen table, his large hands fumbling with a cereal box. At thirty-one, he had the mind of a child, his thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. His dark hair was mussed from sleep, his broad frame hunched over the table.
“Lee, you can’t eat that,” Susan said gently, reaching for the box. “It’s empty, see?”
He blinked up at her, confusion flickering in his eyes. “But I’m hungry.”
“I know, buddy. Let me make you something.” She ruffled his hair before turning to the fridge.
Her mother, Diane, leaned against the counter, her face lined with years of fatigue. She was only fifty but looked a decade older, her once-vibrant eyes dulled by endless caretaking. “You going out tonight?” she asked, watching Susan pull out eggs.
“Yeah. Just with Jess and some people.” Susan cracked an egg into the pan, the sizzle filling the silence.
“You look nice,” Diane said softly.
Susan glanced at her, surprised. Compliments were rare in this house. “Thanks.”
Lee rocked in his chair, humming a disjointed tune. “Susan’s pretty,” he announced suddenly.
Diane chuckled. “Yeah, she is.”
Susan felt a flush creep up her neck. She wasn’t used to being seen—not really. Most days, she was just Lee’s sister, Diane’s daughter, the girl who helped. But outside these walls, she was something else—someone desired, someone free.
The eggs finished cooking, and she set the plate in front of Lee. He grinned, clapping his hands. “Yummy!”
Diane exhaled, rubbing her temples. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this, Susie.”
Susan froze. Her mother never admitted weakness. “Do what?”
“All of it.” Diane gestured vaguely at Lee, at the cramped kitchen, at their life. “He’s getting harder to manage. And I’m just… tired.”
Susan swallowed. The unspoken question hung between them: What happens when Mom can’t do it anymore?
Lee, oblivious, shoved eggs into his mouth, humming again.
Susan touched her mother’s arm. “We’ll figure it out.”
Diane gave her a sad smile. “You should go have fun tonight. Be young while you can.”
I sighed, “Nah Mom ill stay here and help you.”
Later that night Lee was acting weird he kept touching me, “Lee… stop that it’s… rude.”
Lee looked confused.
Susan’s fingers tightened around the edge of the kitchen counter as Lee’s large hand brushed against her waist again—too lingering, too curious. She sidestepped, forcing a light tone. “Lee… stop that. It’s… rude.”
He blinked at her, his expression blank for a moment before twisting into confusion. “But you’re soft,” he said, his voice slow and earnest, like a child stating a simple fact.
Diane, who had been rinsing dishes at the sink, turned sharply. “Lee, hands to yourself.” Her voice was firm, but Susan caught the flicker of worry in her mother’s eyes.
Lee pouted, slumping back into his chair. “Sorry,” he muttered, though it was unclear if he truly understood.
Susan exhaled, her skin prickling. It wasn’t the first time Lee had crossed a line without meaning to. His mind didn’t grasp boundaries the way others did, but that didn’t make it any less unsettling.
Diane wiped her hands on a dish towel and approached, lowering her voice. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Susan lied, rubbing her arms. “He doesn’t know what he’s doing.”
Diane’s jaw tightened. “I know. But that doesn’t mean it’s okay.” She glanced at Lee, who was now absently tracing patterns in the condensation on his glass. “We might need to talk to Dr. Mullins again about his meds.”
Susan nodded, but her stomach twisted. More appointments, more adjustments, more work.
Later, in the dim glow of her bedroom, Susan changed into an oversized sleep shirt, her earlier confidence gone and just her panties. The mirror reflected a different girl now—shoulders slumped, makeup smudged. She tugged the crop top off and tossed it onto her chair, suddenly irritated by its brightness.
A knock at her door made her jump.
“Susie?” Lee’s voice, muffled through the wood.
She hesitated before opening it just a crack. Lee stood there, clutching his favorite tattered bear, his eyes downcast.
“Did you need something?” she asked, keeping her tone gentle.
He scuffed his foot against the carpet. “I’m sorry I was rude.”
Her chest tightened. However frustrated she got, Lee’s genuine remorse always undid her. “It’s okay,” she said softly. “Just remember, no touching, alright?”
He nodded vigorously. “No touching.” Then, after a pause, “Will you read to me?”
Susan sighed. She’d planned to lose herself in her phone, in messages from friends living normal lives. But Lee’s hopeful expression was impossible to refuse.
“One story,” she said, stepping aside to let him in. She got in bed and he got in beside her, she tried to think of a story to tell him off the top of her head.
Susan settled against her pillows, pulling the blanket up to her waist as Lee climbed in beside her. His large frame made the twin bed feel even smaller, but he curled up carefully, clutching his bear to his chest like a little boy. The dim glow of her salt lamp cast warm shadows across his face, smoothing out the years of confusion and making him look almost childlike.
“You remember The Velveteen Rabbit?” Susan asked, tucking a stray strand of honey-blonde hair behind her ear.
Lee nodded eagerly, his eyes bright. “The bunny becomes real!”
“Yeah,” she smiled softly. “Because the boy loved him so much.” She cleared her throat and began, her voice low and soothing. “There was once a velveteen rabbit, and in the beginning, he was really splendid…”
His hand stroked her thigh and she ignored it and continued with the story. She remembered her mom saying, ‘he doesn’t know what he’s doing’.
Susan kept her voice steady as she read, even as Lee’s fingers absently traced circles on her bare thigh. “The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old—”
His touch wasn’t aggressive, just… present. Like a toddler exploring textures—curious, unthinking. She shifted slightly, pulling the blanket higher, but Lee didn’t notice, his eyes fixed on her face as she read.
“—that his brown coat was bald in patches,” Susan continued, her fingers tightening around the book. The warmth of his hand seeped through the thin fabric of her sleep shirt.
Lee sighed, nestling closer. “Susie soft,” he murmured, his breath warm against her shoulder. “But how come me my pee pee is hard.”
Susan froze, the words echoing in the quiet room. She couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. Lee’s voice, soft and innocent, yet so… inappropriate. Her heart hammered as she tried to process it, her mind racing with a dozen terrible possibilities. She glanced down at his crotch, where his boxers strained against an unmistakable bulge. She sighed as she was about to explain why.
“Lee, sweetie, that’s because you’re excited,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “It happens when we get scared or happy or… or when we’re close to someone we like.” He tilted his head, studying her with wide, earnest eyes.
“Like you?”Susan’s breath caught. She shouldn’t have said anything, shouldn’t have planted that idea in his head. But Lee was so guileless, so trusting, it was hard not to want to protect him from the harsh realities of the world.
“No, Lee, not like me. It’s just… a physical thing that happens sometimes.”His brow furrowed, clearly not understanding. “But I like you, Susie.” Her heart twisted in her chest. She liked him too, in her own way, but that wasn’t the point. Not in that way, and it wasn’t his fault. “Lee, you’re my brother. It’s not right to feel that way about family.”
He rubbed between my legs, “where is your pee pee.”
Susan’s eyes widened as Lee’s hand slid up her thigh, his fingers grazing the soft fabric of her panties as he gave her cunt a little rub. “When I touch you it gets harder. Why?”
“I don’t have one, I am a girl.” Susan said as she let him rub her. She felt sorry for him as she knew he didn’t know what he was doing. Also, he will never be with a girl. “Mine is called a vagina, or pussy.”
Lee’s eyes lit up with wonder. “Pussy! Like the cat’s.” Susan bit her lip, trying not to laugh at the innocence of his question.
“No, sweetie, not like the cat’s. It’s a special part of a girl’s body.”He prodded her gently through the fabric. “Can I see it?” Susan’s breath caught in her throat. This was crossing a line, but the look of pure curiosity on his face made her hesitate.
“Lee, I don’t think that’s a good idea. It’s private.” But he persisted, his fingers tracing the outline of her pussy through her panties.
“Just a little peek?” Susan’s mind raced, torn between the need to protect him and the thrill of his touch. She knew she should push him away, but her body betrayed her, responding to his innocent exploration.
“Okay, just for a second,” she relented, she lifted her ass and pulled her panties off.
Lee’s eyes went wide as he peered at her exposed pussy, his fingers still tracing my labia. “Wow,” he breathed, his voice full of wonder. “It looks like a little flower.” Susan felt a flush spread across her cheeks at the crude observation, but she bit back a smile.
Something was endearing about his fascination. “It’s not a flower, silly,” she chided gently, tugging her panties aside to give him a glimpse of her bare sex. “But it’s special, yes.” Lee’s gaze was riveted on her pussy, his brow furrowed in concentration as he studied the folds and lips.
“Why is it special?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Susan hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. She didn’t want to overwhelm him with the complexities of female anatomy, but she also didn’t want to lie.
“It’s special because it’s a part of who I am, and it’s where a man’s penis or pee pee goes during sex to make a baby,” Susan explained, trying to keep her voice matter-of-fact despite the intimate nature of the conversation. Lee’s eyes widened even further, his gaze darting back and forth between her pussy and her face.
“Sex?” he repeated, the word sounding foreign on his lips.
“Well, sex is when two people who love each other do certain things together to make each other feel good,” she said, choosing her words carefully. “It’s a natural part of being an adult, and it can be very pleasurable when done with someone you trust and care about.”
“Like I can put mine in there,” he said confused and still raging hard.
Susan’s eyes widened as Lee’s fingers probed her exposed pussy, his touch clumsy but insistent. “Lee, no, you can’t put your pee pee in there,” she said firmly, trying to guide his hand away.
“But why not? You said it’s special.” Susan took a deep breath, trying to think of a way to explain without scaring or confusing him further. “Because, sweetie, your my brother. It’s for two people who love each other.”
“You don’t love me?” Susan’s heart clenched at the pain in his voice. “Of course I do, Lee.”
“Then can we… can we try it?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Lee, we can’t,” she said softly, trying to find the right words. “I love you, but…”
“You don’t love me,” he looked sad. Susan started to feel sorry for him.
Susan’s heart ached at the hurt in Lee’s eyes. She reached out, gently taking his hand away from her pussy.
“Lee, I do love you,” she said firmly, her voice steady. “But what we did just now, that’s not right between siblings.”He looked at her, his eyes searching.
“But I want to make you feel good like you said,” he said, his voice small.Susan’s breath caught. She knew she needed to be honest, but the words felt heavy on her tongue.
“Lee, I’m flattered that you want to make me happy, but we can’t do things like that,” she said, her hand stroking his arm soothingly. “It’s not appropriate for brothers and sisters to touch each other that way.”Lee’s lower lip trembled, and he looked down at his lap, where his erection was still visible through his boxers.
“But why not? You said it feels good.” He took his cock out of his boxers, he slapped his cock. “Why is hard still.” She knew she had to try get rid of his hardon.
“Ok ok, just for a bit.” Susan agreed its not like he wasnt old enough he was 31 in age but in his brain he wasn’t. She laid down and use instructions to tell him to lay between her legs, She reached for his cock and pushed it against her slit. “You need to move forward Lee.”
Lee’s cock twitched against Susan’s wet pussy, the tip probing at her entrance. He looked up at her, his eyes wide with a mix of excitement and uncertainty.
“Like this?” he asked, his voice trembling. Susan nodded, her heart pounding in her chest.
Move forward, Lee,” she whispered, guiding his hips with her hands.
“Just a little bit.” Lee’s cock slipped inside her, just the tip at first, then a bit more as he pushed forward. Susan gasped, her back arching off the bed. It felt strange, alien, but also… good. So good.
“More,” she breathed, her hands gripping Lee’s hips. “Just a little more.” Lee obliged, his cock sinking deeper into her pussy. “D-does that feel good Lee, now move your body slowly so you dick pee pee goes in and out but not fully out ok.”
“Lee, oh god, slow down,” she panted, her head tossing on the pillow as he started to move in and out faster.
“I like… I like this Susan it feels nice,” Susan just lay there taking his dick.
Lee’s movements became more confident, his hips rolling in a rhythm that felt almost instinctual. Susan’s pussy clenched around him, wet and eager. She bit her lip, trying to stay quiet, but soft moans escaped as he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
“Susan… Susan…” Lee chanted, his breath coming in short gasps. His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her closer as he thrust deeper.The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, wet and obscene.
Suddenly, Lee stiffened, his eyes widening. “Something’s happening…” he gasped, his movements becoming erratic. Susan’s eyes flew open.
“Oh shit Lee Ahh, wait—” she started, but it was too late. With a strangled cry, Lee came, his cock pulsing inside her as he spilled his seed. He didn’t even know what an orgasm was.
Susan lay there, stunned, as Lee collapsed on top of her, his body shaking.She could feel his come leaking out of her, warm and sticky. Her mind raced, trying to process what had just happened. She had let her brother fuck her, and he had come inside her.
“Tomorrow I will do mom,” he said not a clue that it is so wrong.
Susan froze, her heart pounding in her chest as Lee’s words sank in. “What did you just say?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
She pushed him off her, sitting up and pulling the blanket around her naked body. “Lee, what do you mean, ‘tomorrow I’ll do mom’?” Lee looked at her, his expression innocent and confused.”I mean, I’ll make mom feel good too,” he said, as if it were the most logical thing in the world. “Like you said, it’s nice.I want her to feel nice too.”
Susan’s stomach churned.The realization of what Lee was suggesting, of what he might try to do to their mother, made her feel physically ill. “Lee, no,” she said firmly, her voice shaking. “You can’t do that to mom.It’s not right.”
“But why not?” Lee asked, his brow furrowing and pulling his boxers up and got out of my bed and went to bed. Susan should have kept her mouth shut tonight.
The next night Diane went to bed and took a sleeping tablet to help her as she suffers from lack of sleep. So by the time she got in undressed taking all her clothes off and putting a nightie on. She often slept with no bra and panties.
1 hour later she was sprawled on top of the sheets snoring her legs slightly open. Lee was restless and walked into her room, he approached the bed and could see her pussy. “Mom’s flower looks like Susans.”
He got between her legs and he pushed her nightie up a little so he could see what he was doing. He pulled his cock out and he pushed it inside her pussy and slowly started fucking her. His cock sliding in and out her pussy. Diane started to moan, Lee was panting hard as he went faster.
Susan in the next room sleeping, unaware what is going on. Meanwhile Lee was having a time of his love fucking his mom hard. She moaned again, “Mmmmmm ahhh yeah…. Mmmm.”
Diane started to open her eyes and saw Lee on top of her pumping her with his hard cock. “Lee w-what you doing… ahhh honey. You… you shouldn’t be…” The bed squeaked but she let him continue.
Lee’s eyes widened in surprise as his mother’s words trailed off, her eyes fluttering closed again. He didn’t stop thrusting, his hips moving in a rhythm that seemed to come from somewhere deep inside him. He was lost in the feeling of her wet heat enveloping his cock, the way her moans vibrated through her body.
“Mmm, it feels good, Mom,” he panted, his fingers digging into her hips.
“Ahhh, Lee… oh god…” she moaned, her body arching up to meet his. The rational part of her mind screamed that this was wrong, that her own son was violating her, but the pleasure was too intense to resist. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. “Fuck your cocks big, who learned… you ahhh.”
Lee grunted, his pace faltering for a moment as he felt his mother’s legs lock around him. But then he found his rhythm again, his hips snapping forward in a desperate bid for release.
Lee felt his mother’s pussy start to clench around him, her moans growing louder and more urgent.
“Mom… I’m gonna… ahhhh!” he gasped, his cock throbbing inside her.With a final, deep thrust, he came, spilling his seed into her body as she cried out in ecstasy beneath him.
They lay there for a long moment, panting and trembling, the only sound the soft creak of the bed and the heavy thud of Lee’s heartbeat.Finally, Diane pushed at Lee’s shoulders, trying to dislodge him.
“Lee, we need to… to talk about this,” she said, her voice shaky.Lee looked at her, his expression dazed and confused.
“Talk about what, Mom?” he asked, his voice small.Diane sighed, running a hand through her disheveled hair.
“About what just happened,” she said, her gaze dropping to the spot where their bodies had joined. He ignored her and went to bed.
The following morning, Susan woke up to the sound of her mother’s voice, shrill and panicked, echoing through the hallway. She bolted upright in bed, her heart racing, as Lee’s laughter drifted from the kitchen.
“What’s going on?” she called out, throwing off the covers and rushing to her door. She found her mother standing by the counter, her face flushed and her nightie askew, while Lee sat at the table, his boxers ridden up to reveal a sticky stain on his thighs.
“Mom, what’s happening?” Susan asked, her voice trembling as she took in the scene. Diane turned to her, her eyes wild and desperate. “Lee… he did something,” she stammered, her gaze darting to her son. “He… he touched me, Susan. He put his thing inside me.”
Susan’s mind reeled as she processed her mother’s words. “Lee, what did you do?”
“Stop… don’t act innocent Susan,” Diane looked annoyed. “I know hes had sex with you too. Why did you teach him about sex.”
Lee looked up at his mother and sister, his expression confused. “I didn’t know it was wrong. You said it feels good, Susan.”
“I guess it isn’t that bad, it isn’t like he will ever have a girlfriend and the experience.” Diane said as she smiled at Susan, “I am not mad Sue honest. I think now and then we can let him get that frustration out.”
“Mom… hes got a big one to like what the fuck, but I am sorry he kept asking questions. I didn’t wanna lie to him,” Susan said as she poured a coffee.