And they did just as Claire had promised.
After Ava had coaxed a second load out of me, and kept sucking and swallowing through my orgasm, it took her a moment to get me hard again while Claire continuously encouraged me to give my sister’s mouth more of the cum she craved so much. To my surprise, they eventually succeeded, and the whole thing started again. When Ava swallowed the third load without ever taking her lips off my cock, I was completely done. Despite both of their best efforts, I wouldn’t grow hard for a fourth run. I was utterly spent. But I was also completely relaxed and could only think about succumbing to my exhaustion.
All the pain in my body was gone! The pain in my leg and chest was gone, because I wasn’t straining my wounds while being comforted like this. The pain in my back was gone, that came from leaning on that damn crutch the whole day. And my muscle pain was gone, because this session had freed every muscle in my body of its tension. This was heaven. I was totally relaxed and, for the first time in years, felt like someone cared for me. I couldn’t express how thankful I was.
“Sleep, my Baby. Just close your eyes. Mommy will be here if you need anything.” I heard Claire’s soothing voice again.
Without even questioning what I was doing, I reached down with my left hand and cupped Ava’s face, which was still lying on my hip, suckling on the tip of my softened dick like it was a pacifier. I could hear Ava sigh in content over the unexpected affectionate contact. I just couldn’t help it after what they had just done for me.
“Thanks, Sis.” I mumbled my sleepy reply, and could hear both of them gasp. “Thanks, Mom.”
And then I was out.
Chapter 20
This was fucking bad! Very, very bad. I realized that it was bad the moment I woke up in the morning, wondering why I was naked, and the memories flooded back into my mind. I couldn’t believe that I allowed them to see me like that, no matter how exhausted or in how much pain I was. I was supposed to be used to that crap by now. And I thought I was beyond it.
Of course, Claire is my mother, and Ava is my sister. That’s just a biological fact I can’t change, no matter how much I thought about it since Ava’s sixteenth birthday. So What, if I called them ‘Mom’ and ‘Sis’? Those are just words to describe the familial relation we had to each other. It’s not like I dropped the L-bomb, THAT would have been a lie.
The problem was that, after I finally called them ‘Mom’ and ‘Sis’, the L-word was surely the next thing they expected to hear from me. This was a sign that their efforts were appreciated. And now look at what kind of situation we were in, that finally made me appreciate their efforts. Right after they had given me sexual relief.
They would think that the only reason I called them by those titles was because they got me off. Which it wasn’t! But if I went back to calling them by their names now, when we weren’t in bed, this would become the only possible conclusion. If I didn’t go back to using their names, however, they would still remember what it was that got me to this point. Either way, it was the wrong message I sent.
It really wasn’t like that. It wasn’t emptying my balls into Ava’s mouth that caused this change. Though, I wasn’t really prepared to have that discussion with them yet, so what the hell was I supposed to do now!? I had to keep calling them like I did last night. At least, that would give me some time to fix this, and maybe get this crap back on track.
I got up and slid across the mattress to sit on the edge of the bed, gathering my thoughts. Then I found my crutch, put on some shorts, got three hundred dollars in cash out of the safe, and hobbled into the living room where Claire was already busy preparing breakfast.
“Good Morning, Honey!” she smiled at me after I joined her at the stove. She leaned over and kissed my cheek, but then looked at me expectantly.
“Good Morning ... Mom.”
The way her smile turned into a beam of pure happiness told me everything I needed to know. She immediately helped me to the table, made me sit down, and continued her breakfast preparations.
Soon after, Ava sauntered into the room, dressed in nothing but her small black no-show thong and a fitting sports bra. She was incredibly attractive, and the sway of her hips told me that she knew it. She walked up to stand next to me, leaned down with her arms crossed behind her back, and also kissed my cheek.
“Good Morning, little Brother.” she whispered in my ear, giving me a perfect view of her shapely figure. The only reason I didn’t get turned on by it was the inner discussion about last night’s slip-up that still went on in my head.
“Good Morning, Sis.”
Just like Claire, she also developed a magnificent smile upon hearing me say it. She gave me a second kiss, this time on the lips, before sitting down opposing me. When Claire joined us at the table and everyone had a chance to eat something, I started on the day’s plan.
“So, what’s the chances for you and Aaron getting back together?” I asked, causing Claire to blink at me in confusion for a moment. Then she shared a look with Ava, collected herself, and sighed heavily.
“Until Monday, I would have said the chances are slim.” she reached over and took Ava’s hand. “He hurt your sister when he lied to her, and he’s shown little remorse even after we moved out. But now? After hiding from us that you were in the hospital after being shot, I feel ... I feel like I’ll have to make a decision between him and my children. That is not a competition he could hope to win.”
She looked at me with conviction, and I believed her.
“What about Logan?” I asked next, trying to keep my voice free of emotions and judgment, and saw both of them exchange looks. “He’s one of your children as well.”
“He’s a dick.” Ava suddenly huffed.
“Yeah, but to be fair, he’s been a dick for a while. It’s just the first time you were on the receiving end.” I reminded her.
That seemed to be the wrong thing to say, since she squeezed her mother’s hand and looked at the table in regret after I said it.
“I’m sorry, Tim.” Ava’s voice was remorseful. “When he totally ignored me, like I wasn’t even worth his time if I wouldn’t let him fuck me however he wanted, I felt so ... unwanted. I cried, like, the whole weekend. I can’t even imagine how I must’ve made you feel over the years.”
I refrained from repeating the comment I made when John told me something similar. It wouldn’t do anyone any good.
“Appreciated, but not what I meant. The question is how Mom’s gonna deal with it.” I looked at Claire, waiting for an answer. I deliberately asked how ‘she’ is going to deal with it, not how ‘we’ are going to.
“I don’t know, Honey.” she sighed. “After we moved out, he came over the next day. He did apologize to your sister, saying that he didn’t mean to hurt her, that he simply didn’t realize what effect that could have on her. Then he offered to make it up to her ... but once he realized that none of us was in the mood to continue, he just left. He drove back to his college dorm. just ... I don’t know.”
I did not like the look she gave me. Like she was asking for my opinion. I wanted to know what they were thinking. Learn about their plans on how to turn this shitshow around, and gauge their resolve to follow through with it. If I were to give them my opinion on Logan, tell them how I wasn’t in the least surprised about him not staying to support and help them through this, they would know what I wanted to hear. The danger of that influencing their decision was too great.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t care what you do.” I clarified, and saw both of them flinch again. “Let me finish. I don’t care, because I wouldn’t be able to condone or condemn either decision you make. Aaron and Logan are both burned for me. I want nothing to do with them anymore. But that’s different for you.”