Unspoken Pleasure

Austin was sitting at the kitchen table when his mother announced that she wanted to go shopping. He looked up from his bowl of Lucky Charms (he'd been regressing particularly hard lately, but it seemed to help) in surprise. Shopping? All James and Molly ever did was shopping. What could Christine possibly need at this point?

"For all the 'shopping' your father has been doing we're still out of a lot," Christine said, standing by the kitchen counter, hands on her hips. "You can't get everything at the convenience store, you know." Then she got a little quieter, like sharing a secret. "Besides, I'm going completely stir crazy here."

James was on a work call in his home office and Molly was still sleeping in her bedroom, so it was just Austin, Lexi, and Christine in the kitchen that morning. Austin looked over to see what his older sister would say.

Lexi was eating a far healthier meal than he was: a protein bar and some fruit. The tall brunette was dressed like she was ready for another session in the gym. That seemed like all she ever did anymore. Of course, considering how some of those workouts ended, Austin could hardly complain.

In fact, Austin was finding very little to argue about, at all. He knew he should be getting serious -- trying not to end up in sexual situations with his sister. But failurewas turning out to be way more fun than success. The fact that he'd managed to keep things sibling-only so far should have been gratifying, but instead Austin only wondered if an errand with his mother might mean something else. Another excuse to be disappointed in himself in only the best of ways. This is always the way with me, Austin thought to himself. It's how I've been my whole life. He knew what he should be doing: working extra hours, saving his meager earnings, throwing himself into his future career. But whenever something more fun came up (usually drinking or playing videogames, sure, but he had other pursuits like hanging out with his friends and trying to meet girls, too) he threw all that other stuff aside. It was an ongoing concern in his life: Austin spent a lot of time trying to be focused and ending up just having fun. I'll stop enjoying myself tomorrow was a tough promise to keep.

Austin doubted that was what his mother was offering, in any case. She was clearly in control, unlike her two older children. He and Lexi were the screw-ups, Christine just needed to go to the store. Imagining the two of them making out in the car on the way there was merely Austin's puerile imagination taking hold of him again. But that didn't keep him from thinking that maybe it might be worth going along. Just in case his mother was offering him an opportunity more exciting than pushing the cart and carrying grocery bags.

"So, who's with me?" Christine asked.

Lexi looked down at her plate. "I think I'm going to stay and work out," she said. She emphasized the words 'work out' while she looked over at her younger brother. She was clearly giving him a cue, but Austin's sunshine mind was focused elsewhere and he lost it in the glare.

"I'd be happy to go with you, Mom!" Austin said and leapt up from his seat. Lexi sighed loudly. "Come on, Lex, we need to help out."

"It's OK," Christine said, "Lexi you should definitely stick to exercising. You seem like you need it. Not that you're... I mean, you seem to be happier when you... Anyway, as long as I have my strapping, strong son to protect me I'm sure I'll be fine at the big, bad supermarket."

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Austin went up to his bedroom and pulled on jeans and a t-shirt. He hadn't been wearing much in the way of clothes lately, just lazing around the house in shorts and nothing else had gotten to be quite comfortable. It felt strange to do normal things like wear shoes and check his hair in the mirror. Maybe Christine was right about needing to get out of the house more.

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The blond boy went down to the garage and started to climb into the family SUV.

"Actually, let's take your car," Christine said as she came into the garage. She eyed the larger vehicle suspiciously. They had made some interesting memories in that thing and Austin supposed it made sense to change things up. Austin went and got his keys, then opened his beat up Civic. It was just as he'd left it the week before -- the seats were ripped to hell, it was filled with trash (mostly empty bottles and cans, but also chip wrappers and McDonald's bags), and smelled like old bananas. Austin ran into the house and got a trash bag. He quickly filled it, then tossed it aside and gestured for his Mom to get in. Christine looked at her seat like she was checking it for signs of gangrene, but she climbed in. "So, how are you doing, honey?" Christine asked, looking over at her son lovingly as Austin pulled out of the driveway.

"What do you mean?" Austin asked. His mother gave him the stink eye. "Right, well. Haven't had any sex, if that's what you mean. Nope. None at all."

"Well that's good," Christine said. "How have you been dealing with, you know, the urges?"

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"Urges?" Austin said. He didn't know how to answer that one. The first was easy, he'd just flat out lied. After the first time in the shower with Lexi, they'd ended up all over each other two more times -- both in the little gym. It wasn't sex sex, Austin supposed. They'd only done oral stuff. So, he was telling a sort of truth, he supposed. It sure didn't feel like he was being honest, though.

As for his impulses, well, that was another question entirely. Desiring his older sister when she was half naked and bathed in sweat didn't seem like an urge as much as a natural reaction. Was he walking around thinking about fucking everything that moved? He was not. In fact, both Lexi and he had agreed that they were making great progress, what with the lack of intercourse and all.

Austin glanced over at his mother. The rest of the family, after everything they'd been through, they looked strained, stretched. Austin could even see it in himself when he looked in the mirror. Something about his face seemed stretched. But Christine was... Amazing. Oh sure, he could see it in places. Her hair had gotten a bit longer than she liked it and she'd put on a pound or two probably. But that just made her look better.

God, his Mom was incredible. Lexi was attractive, absolutely, but next to their mother? Christine's amazing, muscular body. Her tight little ass and tiny breasts -- she was Austin's dream woman; he couldn't deny that.

"Honey, the stop sign," Christine said. Austin slammed on the brakes. Fortunately, no one was around. They both took deep breaths, nodding at each other to confirm they were both OK.

"Yeah, I might still be struggling with the urges," Austin said. Christine smiled and patted his thigh, perhaps a little higher than was appropriate.

"Me too, baby," Christine said, "Me too."Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!