Emily finds her mother’s stash of smut novels, not knowing where it will lead to.
Authors note: this story is based on another titled “Shelly’s secret.” Super hot. I’ve changed the genders to explore a different dimension.
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The afternoon sun filtered through the slats of the closet door, casting thin stripes of light across Emily's lap. She worn a light camisole and pajama bottoms, her feet in crew socks.
She’d stumbled across her mom’s hidden stash of romance novels several weeks before when she was looking for a blouse to “borrow.” At first she thought they were corny. But as her reading deepened she found herself looking for more and more erotic content.
She was still a virgin, her knowledge of sex limited to whispers from friends and vague school health classes.
The words painted vivid pictures in her mind that a textbook never could: a man pinning a woman against a wall, his hands roaming her curves, lips claiming her neck as he thrust into her. Emily's cheeks burned hot, her breath quickening. She shifted, a strange warmth building between her thighs. Her hand pressed firmly against her covered vulva, her body hungry. She kept reading, lost in fantasy.
The closet door creaked open suddenly, and Emily yelped, slamming the book shut. Her older brother, Alex — broad-shouldered from elite sports — stood there with a smirk.
'Whoa, sis, what are you doing in Mom's closet?' He glanced at the cover, his eyes lighting up with recognition.
Emily's face flushed deeper, her hands trembling as she shoved the book behind her.
'N-nothing! Just...found these. Don't tell Mom!'
Alex chuckled, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He sat cross-legged on the floor, unfazed.
'Relax, I won't. Mom's got good taste, huh? That one’s pretty spicy.'
They talked for what felt like hours—Emily admitting she was curious but embarrassed, Alex sharing vague stories of books he'd read. He seemed so casual, like it was no big deal. Emily could see the bulge in his shorts, and his attempts to hide. The thought of her brothers boner made her stomach flutter.
As they were about to leave, Alex reached into a hidden box at the back, pulling out a worn paperback with a suggestive title: Family Secrets Unleashed.
‘Here, try this one. It's even hotter. Trust me.'
Emily took it hesitantly, her fingers brushing his.
'Family stuff? Like incest? That's gross.'
Alex grinned infectiously.
‘Just try it, you’d be surprised,’ he said coyly.
Emily tucked it away, her heart pounding.
That night, alone in her room with the door locked, Emily cracked open the incest book, her curiosity overriding the initial disgust. It was a series of short stories about a tight-knit nuclear family where boundaries dissolved into raw desire. By the third story she was hooked. Somehow, the author’s writing made it believable, and Emily’s body responded.
Her breath came in short gasps as she read. She pushed her shorts down, fingers rubbing her lightly fuzzed labia before circling her swollen clit. The taboo words blurred as her body tensed, a powerful orgasm ripping through her, leaving her panting and soaked on her sheets. She set the book aside, stunned by how hot it had made her feel.
A week later, Emily knocked softly on Alex's bedroom door, her steps demure and quiet. She wore a simple sundress, fiddling with the hem as she entered. Alex looked up from his desk, eyebrow raised. 'Hey, Em. What's up?'
She sat on the edge of his bed, avoiding his eyes. 'I... I read that book you gave me.'
His smile turned coy. 'Oh yeah? What'd you think?'
Emily bit her lip.
‘At first, it was kinda gross. I mean, a brother and sister...with their mom and dad? I couldn't imagine doing that with you or Dad. But then... I kept reading. And it got kinda hot. The way they touched each other, all secret and intense.'
Alex leaned back, his gaze sharpening. 'Did it make you... you know, touch yourself?'
Her cheeks flamed, but she nodded. 'Yeah. It felt...good. Weird, but good.' She glanced up. 'Have you read it?'
He went quiet, then nodded slowly, a secretive glint in his eye.
Emboldened, Emily pressed.
'Could you... do something like that? With Mom?'
Alex snickered, rubbing the back of his neck.
'Yeah, maybe. I mean, she’s pretty hot, as far as moms go.'
Emily hesitated, images of her mom and brother flickering through her mind. She could feel there was more to their story.
‘How…how did you know about that book?’ She asked.
‘Well, kinda like you, I found her stash. But I wondered what else was in there. One day, I found the other box and started reading it in my room. And then…’ he trailed off.
‘But then…what?’
He looked around, clearly unsure of what to say. Then he looked at Emily.
‘We started doing it.’
Her eyes widened in shock.
'What? What do you mean? Doing what?’
‘Having sex,’ he said, very matter of fact.
‘What?!?! With Mom? For real?'’
He nodded again, leaning in.
'It started a couple years ago. Dad was away on one of his long business trips, and Mom was feeling really lonely. She came into my room late one night and asked for her book back. Somehow she knew I’d taken it. She asked me about what I’d read, and we just talked. She told me why she likes those stories. It was…pretty eye-opening. And she was wearing this thin robe…’
Alex paused.
‘At the end, she asked for a hug. I was really hard, and the way she pressed into me…she, she was grinding herself on me.’
‘I just held her, and she whispering how much she missed being touched. So I pulled her tighter, And she kept grinding on me. Her robe fell open…her body was incredible. And then she came on me. It was…so intimate. Like, I helped her. The next thing I knew, we were naked, and it just happened. It’s different than you think, Em. It was…really hot. And we’re still doing it. It makes her really happy.’
Emily's mouth hung open, a mix of horror and thrill rushing through her.
'When? How? I mean... does Dad know?'
'When you're out with friends or at school events. We sneak around the house. It's our thing. Dad doesn't know—he's too wrapped up in work.'
She couldn't believe it, but the image stuck in her mind.
That night, Emily went to bed with her head swirling, the details Alex shared replaying like a forbidden movie. She tossed and turned, her dreams turning steamy and erotic. She woke up gasping, her sheets damp from her arousal, fingers between her thighs.
The next morning at breakfast, Emily watched her mom and Alex interact with new eyes, spotting things she'd never noticed before. Lisa leaned over the counter to pour coffee, her hip brushing Alex's arm a little too lingeringly, and he responded by placing a hand on her lower back, fingers tracing a subtle circle that made Lisa's lips part in a soft sigh. When she handed him the toast, their fingers intertwined for a beat longer than necessary, and Alex's gaze lingered on the swell of her breasts under her blouse.
Emily's fork paused midway to her mouth, heat pooling in her core as she realized the casual touches were loaded with secret meaning, their eyes meeting with a spark of shared hunger that sent a shiver down her spine.
The next night, unable to shake the obsession, Emily visited her brother again, knocking on his door with her heart hammering. Alex let her in, sensing her urgency.
'Em? Everything okay?'
She paced a little, then stopped, meeting his eyes.
'I can't stop thinking about what you told me. I watched you two at breakfast...’
‘Please, Alex—can I watch? I, like, need to see it. Just once? I promise I won't make a sound or get in the way.'
Alex blinked, surprised but not entirely opposed, the idea stirring something in him.
'Watch? That's... intense. Are you sure. There are things you can’t unsee, ya know?’
'Yes, Please?' She begged, her voice soft but insistent.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair.
'Fine. But we gotta plan it carefully. She’ll freak if she finds out that you know. Tomorrow night, pretend you're going to a a friend’s house. Mom likes to take a shower before we…,’ Alex’s eye brows raised as he smiled.
‘You’ll hide in Mom's closet while she showers. I'll come in after.'
The following evening, as their mom, Lisa, cleaned up dinner, Emily walked into the kitchen with a bag slung over her shoulder.
‘I’m going over to Jessica’s house to do homework. I’ll be back a little late. Is that okay?’
Lisa looked at Alex before saying, ‘Sure, honey, just text when you’re coming home so we know when to expect you.’
Emily recognized the double meaning in those words.
The door closed behind her and she walked off into the twilight. Heart racing, she doubled back to the side door, hiding in the shadows as she peered into the kitchen.
Lisa finished the dishes and wiped her hands, then walked behind Alex as he did homework at the counter. He smiled as she whispered in his ear, the slipped off to her bedroom.
Alex waved to Emily to come inside; she could hear the water turn on as she quietly closed the door. He helped her into the closet, adjusting the slats on the door for optimal viewing. Emily peered into the room as the sound of running water echoed.
Alex entered the room quietly, stripping off his shirt to reveal his toned chest. He sat on the bed, then turned and winked at the closet. Emily’s heart was in her throat; she could barely breath.
The shower stopped, and Lisa emerged a few minutes later. She was a
curvaceous woman in her forties with full breasts and hips that swayed naturally. She wore only a white towel wrapped around her body, her dark hair damp and clinging to her shoulders.
Alex stood and circled behind her, pulling her into his arms. They embraced for a moment, swaying back and forth. He kissed her neck and shoulders slowly, her head tilting to give him better access. His hand moved down over her hips, caressing her moist skin. The towel lifted with his movements; Emily saw her first flashes of her mother neatly trimmed mons.
Lisa moaned softly. 'I’ve missed you,' she whispered.
Emily watched, transfixed, her hand slipping under her skirt without thinking. Her fingers found her panties, already damp.
Alex tugged at the towel, letting it drop to the floor. Emily gasped but quickly covered her mouth.
Lisa's naked body gleamed in the low light—her heavy breasts with dark nipples hardening in the air. He cupped her breasts, thumbs circling the nipples. Emily watched as his hands kneaded her flesh, one moving across her soft belly and pulling her against him. Lisa hissed and ground her ass against her son’s body. Her need was evident.
Alex returned to sitting the bed and pulled his mother forward; he sucked one of her breasts into his mouth. Lisa gasped, arching into him, her fingers threading through his hair. He switched to the other, licking and biting gently, making her whimper.
Emily reached under her own shirt, squeezing her flesh, imagining the touch of a man — like her brother.
Lisa push him away and back onto the bed. Her hand went to his jeans, peeling his remaining clothes from his body. Emily's breath hitched as watched her brother’s cock come into view — rigid, thick and veined. She’d never seen one before. Her own fingers pressed harder against her clit through her panties, rubbing in slow circles.
Lisa moved down, kneeling between his legs. He open gash pointing in her daughter’s direction. Emily could see her lips spread and glistening.
Lisa took her son’s cock in her hand, stroking it before leaning in to lick the tip. Alex groaned as she sucked him deeper, her head bobbing, lips stretching around his shaft. She swirled her tongue along the underside, taking him to the back of her mouth. Alex’s hand massaged his mother’s hanging tits, the dipped between her legs. Emily watched his finger dance on her clit. Their mother moaned deeply on her’s cock.
Emily's pussy throbbed; she pushed her panties aside, dipping a finger into her wet folds for the first time, mimicking her brother’s movements.
After a few minutes, Alex pulled Lisa up, flipping her onto her back. He kissed down her body, spreading her thighs wide. He looked at the closet as he stroked her thighs and labia. Emily could see her mother’s body writhing on the bed, urging his touch.
Alex leaned in, his mouth finding her pussy, tongue lapping at her clit. Lisa bucked, moaning loudly, her hands clutching the sheets. 'Yes, baby, lick Mommy’s pussy...'
Emily's fingers moved faster, her virgin slit slick and aching. She bit her lip to stay quiet, but the sight was overwhelming.
Lisa legs moved frantically until she cried out in pleasure. Alex’s hands pressed her legs back, her feet in the air as his tongue lapped at his mother’s gushing hole. Her hand grasped his head as she moaned.
As she recovered, Alex slowly pushed her aside and laid in her place, directly in front of the closet. Emily had a perfect view of her brother’s erect cock, his balls hanging below. She licked her lips imagining herself tasting them.
Taking the hint, Lisa rose to all fours and crawled over her, straddeling his hips. Emily could hear them whispering and kissing as Alex’s hands roamed her body. He squeezed her ass cheeks, giving Emily her first view of her mother complete undercarriage — her asshole and pussy both exposed, and wet.
Finally, Alex reached between them and grasped his cock, moving the head between his mother’s slick folds. Emily watched as the tip split her mother’s inner lips before disappearing inside her. Lisa moved her hips wantonly, Alex’s shaft moving in slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried deep. Lisa ground herself against his pelvis.
‘Oh, yeah,’ their mother whispered, ‘you’re so big, baby. I love the way you fill me up.'
Lisa began circling her hips, Alex’s cock emerging before disappearing once more. As she increased speed, her moves became vertical, their bodies clapping together. Alex grabbed his mother’s ass, beginning to guide her motions. His toes pushed into the carpet and his hips began to thrust.
Emily could feel in the increasing urgency of his motion. Lisa began moaning, her sounds encouraging her son to fuck her harder. His cock became a piston slamming into his mother’s pussy. Alex gripped her hips, driving deeper, grunting with effort.
Emily rubbed her clit furiously, two fingers rubbing her entrance, her own need and urgency building. The wet sounds of her sex mixed with the gasps from the couple on the bed.
As they neared climax, Alex's thrusts grew erratic. 'Oh, mom, I’m gonna cum.' Lisa cried out, her pussy clenching around him. He slammed in one last time and pushed his body upward. Emily could see his cock muscle pulsing. She imagined his sperm jetting into their mother, his swimmer now surging to find her egg.
The thought shattered Emily’s control, her orgasm crashing over her. She moaned uncontrollably, fingers soaked as her body shook. It was poweful and overwhelming. She knew immediately that she’d revealed herself. Her body continued convulsing.
The closet door flew open. Lisa stood there naked, still flushed from sex. She looked down at her daughter, fingers still under her skirt massing her sex.
As she looked up, Emily could see cum trickling down her mother’s thigh. To the side, she could see Alex peering at her over his deflating cock. He smiled and shook his head.