-CHAPTER 05:

I shiver with pleasure for a moment and look at her with lustful eyes.

➖ME: Well... No, but it was my idea to put you together.

Elma laughed;

➖Well, it backfired on you

➖TAHIR: Now that you broke up with Remo, who are you going to prom with?

I laugh and give my brother a knowing smile;

➖Prom is fucking stupid and overpriced.

➖ELMA: But you already bought your dress, so the most expensive part is out of the way.

Tahir said stroking my curly hair;

➖I haven't seen you in it yet, I'd love to.

I smile;

➖Hmm, I bet you would. Do you know what I want?

➖TAHIR: What? What do you want ?

I whisper above Elma's head;

➖I want to wear it for you, and then I want you to cut it off for me.

I can practically feel Tahir's erection pushing up Elma's back and pushing his pelvis against my ass. Her eyes widen and she laughs at me.

She says laughing;

➖I think you should put on this dress right now

I straighten up to go to my closet, but something stops me. Thanks to our cheerfulness and desire, none of us heard the car stop in the driveway. Nobody heard the back door open, and neither of us heard Mom coming up the stairs. It wasn't until too late, when she opened my bedroom door and saw the three of us, that we knew she was home early.

~~ SAMRA ~~

The moans and cries of my teenage daughter flow from the open window of her bedroom and into the garden. The neighbors give me amused faces as I rush to the back door and rummage with the keys. I blushed in embarrassment as I fought the broken latch on the door at the sound of Lexy moaning her ecstasy above me. I swear under my breath and struggle with the stubborn metal, feeling the neighbor's judgmental eyes take hold of me. It wouldn't be as bad if Lexy kept it, but damn it, she's a screamer! Have I ever been so obnoxious in high school? Yeah, I definitely was, but at least I could afford to close the fucking window!. I grit my teeth and finally manage to pop the fucking latch. I open the back door and run up the stairs. Her cries fade as I reach the top step, and I take a moment to breathe and collect myself. I guess she and Remo heard my rapid ascent of the stairs and are now rushing under the covers. I'm not the kind of mother who bursts into her daughter's room when I know she's in the act, so I wait until she's had enough time to cover up. After a painful minute, I tell myself I've waited long enough, so I put on my best mommy face and grabbed the doorknob.

➖ME: How hard it is to close your fucking....

The words stop dead in my throat. Apparently they hadn't heard me coming up the stairs; and by "they" I mean Lexy, her best friend Elma, and her brother Tahir. My son Tahir. They're all naked, all lying on the bed, and all staring at me with the same expression of horror on my face. In fact, Elma's expression is more amusing than anything.

She laughs jovially at me;

➖Ohhhh Ms. Kotan! You know, knocking is usually the most polite thing to do.

I open my mouth to say something, but the words get stuck in my throat. I'm just looking from Lexy to Tahir. Lexy's gaze drops almost immediately, but Tahir stares back at her. His shocked expression relaxed into a cold, hard look. It's a look I've never seen him wear before; it almost says "so, shall we fuck?; what are you going to do about it?"

It's disturbing, but this whole fucking situation is disturbing. No, "disturbing" is the wrong word; it's a family-ruining, life-destroying disaster, you-failed-so-hard-as-a-mother. My heart slowly sinks into my chest as the realization weighs on me. I open my mouth to say something, anything, but there's nothing to say. There is no magic combination of words that can solve this problem. I give my children one last look of dismay, walk into the hallway and close the door.

~~ ELMA ~~

Oh, that's just too good! Tahir and Lexy stare at each other, their faces communicating their horror in every detail. I'm nestled between them, enjoying their body warmth almost as much as I enjoy their discomfort. In case you haven't realized about me, I'm a twisted sexual deviant. I need the bad and the extreme to really make me happy. I was afraid that after Tahir seduced Lexy, the two would start a boring brother-sister romance. Once you get past the relationship taboo, there's really nothing special about two related teens fucking each other...unless they get caught. Well, they were caught, and by the worst person possible. Now the possibilities are really opening up.

Lexy whispers to her brother in a shaky voice;

➖Tahir, what are we going to do?

Tahir said darkly;

➖I don't know, we're really screwed

Her voice doesn't reveal any of Lexy's fears.

Lexy swallowed;

➖Should we... Should we move together? You're almost to college already and our high school isn't far away. I could move in with you and still finish my senior year.

Tahir reflects;

➖It's an idea, I should be moved out of the dorms and find an apartment, but we could do it.

I laugh, taking the Kotan siblings by surprise;

➖ You are assholes!

They seemed to have forgotten my presence and I demanded that I be noticed.

➖ME: You're just going to bail out your single mom and leave her here alone? What kind of children are you?

Lexy whistles;

➖ She will never talk to us again! She's gonna fire us anyway!

➖ME: You don't know that, you have no idea what's going through his head right now.

➖TAHIR: I think we have a pretty good idea of ​​what she's thinking

He then pulls a lock of red hair over my ear and looks me in the eye;

➖But enlighten us, Elma; what is she thinking?

➖ME: That it's all his fault. Parents never blame their children for their actions; they always blame themselves. And now you plan to give it up. How do you think she'll take this?

I see the shame start to spread across Lexy and Tahir's faces, and I smile to myself. Manipulation has always been my greatest art, and today I have the chance to paint my masterpiece.

Tahir tells Lexy;

➖She is right. We can't leave her, she will blame herself for everything.

Lexy says softly;

➖But what do we do?

Fear left her voice and sadness took over;

➖How can we look her in the eye after that?

I say in my best voice;

➖I could talk to him. I'm just trying to help. I could be the go-between for you three and work things out before you meet.

➖TAHIR: It's an idea, she's known you forever, and you're Lexy's best friend. She would be willing to talk to you honestly.

Lexy asks me, eyes full of hope;

➖Can you do it?

I smile easily;

➖Of course I can. I'm going to calm her down and soothe her, and then the four of us will have a long, pleasant conversation. Once she gets over the shock of it all, she'll accept the situation, and you can move on as a happy family.

Tahir mumbles in disbelief;

➖You make it look so easy.

I smile at him mischievously;

➖I can be very persuasive as you both know.

Tahir smiled at that. He glances over my head at Lexy, and Lexy nods.

Lexy smiles for the first time;

➖Ok, that looks like a plan. Thank you Elma

➖ME: It's nothing

I laugh as I shake hands in dismissal;

➖You two, get dressed and come when I call you. Everything will explode in a week at the most.

I climb out of bed, pretending to stretch and move my hips for the bakers. I glance over my shoulder and smile when I see them gaping. It seems that Lexy has developed a certain taste for the fairer sex. I put on one of her signature cut tops and stuff my whole ass into a pair of her leggings. My ample, pale lower bust protrudes from the frayed hem of his tank top, and his spandex stretches dangerously as he tries to contain me. I look at myself once in the mirror, then I walk out the door without looking back. I strut down the hall to Mrs. Samra Kotan's room and smile to myself. God, that was easy. They really think I'm going there to fix the beautiful mess I've created? Do you really think it ends with a healthy, normal family? Lexy is a little naive, but Tahir knows me better. I just started my masterpiece, and now I will finish it.

~~ SAMRA ~~

My thumb slips on the flint of my Bic as I try to light a cigarette, shaking. I haven't smoked in years, but right now I need it. What does it matter anyway? All the rules I made for myself, all the classes I took, all the sacrifices I made, it all comes down to my teens fucking each other. Smoking in the house doesn't seem like a blatant offense anymore. A knock on the door almost makes me jump through the ceiling. I can't see them now! I can't look into their eyes!

➖Mrs. Kotan? Elma's voice calls from the other side of the door.

➖Can I come in?

I breathe a long sigh of relief and manage to stabilize my hand enough to light the tip of my smoke. I take a deep, gentle breath of the addictive fire and exhale, feeling my electrified nerves calm down.

➖Come in, Elma. I say to the door.

The voluptuous, redhead and Lexy's best friend walks in dressed in her clothes. They're way too small for her, but I guess Elma didn't have many options.

I ask him putting the square between my lips;

➖Do you have to be the intermediary between my children and me?

Elma smiles and gestures towards the bag in my hands;

➖You understand. Can I smoke a cigarette?

I hand her a cigarette, light it between her red lips, then sit down at the foot of the bed. She sits next to me, and we smoke in subdued silence.

Elma leaning back on the bed said;

➖So... This is all pretty screwed up.

I agree;

➖Yes, but I guess you don't mind at all.

I turn to her and give her a sharp look;

➖You?

Elma responds with a raised eyebrow;

➖Ohh... You think it's all my fault?

I say my voice overflowing with rage;

➖You have always exerted a corrupting influence on Lexy, and you were right in the middle of it all. What am I supposed to think?

Elma smiles;

➖Of course I was there, but it took a long time to come, Samra, and you know it

Elma stares at me with her piercing green eyes, and her gaze doesn't waver for a moment. My eyes fall to my knees, and I feel the truth in his words sting me to my core. It was a long time coming, because I am their mother. The hint of tears is starting to well up in my eyes, and I fight to push them back; I struggle to convince myself that it's not all my fault.

I say, failing to keep my voice from breaking;

➖So you say I'm a complete failure as a mother.

Elma said without bothering to console me;

➖It's not a complete failure but there have certainly been missteps.

I hiss venomously,

➖Like? What do you know about that? What the fuck a stupid bitch like you would know about raising kids?

Elma laughs;

➖Am I the stupid bitch? I heard stories about you, Samra; you were practically addicted to sex. You were a year younger than me when you had Tahir, and just a little older than me when you had Lexy. The only saving grace for you is that you somehow managed to get them both from the same man.

His words are cruel and full of malice, but my anger does not swell. No, she's just telling me the hard truth. It's not coated in bullshit (something I've been doing for eighteen years), it exposes it as is. My mind races to find a way to save face, but my reconciling thoughts are tangled with the harsh reality streaming from Elma's red lips.

I in a trembling voice;

➖I quit after Garry left us, I didn't run off for someone else. I haven't fallen back into my old habits.

➖ELMA: You should have, you should have found someone to be their father.

I mumbled, pushing the smoke back between my lips;

➖I knew I couldn't, I had to control myself and become the mother they needed.

Elma responds mercilessly;

➖You couldn't trust yourself to stay true to one man, so you abandoned men all together. So instead of solving your problem, you ran away from it.

I growl at Elma;

➖I stayed clean during my twenties! I sacrificed the best years of my life for my children!

Elma said, placing her cigarette between her lips;

➖And look at the result. All this renunciation, all this sacrifice, and how did it happen? How noble you are, Samra, to chain your children to yourself.

I stare stupidly at Elma and feel the weight of her words crushing my chest. My gaze falls back to the floor, and this time I can't stop the tears from falling. She's right. I should have sought help, I should have taken care of myself when I had the chance. Hot, saline water flows from my eyes, which spurt out and fall in small droplets onto the carpet. The net becomes a flood, and before I know it, I'm reeling in the throes of grief and spilling eighteen years of regret on the floor. I feel a pair of soft, comforting hands gently touching my shoulders and the warmth of someone's body lovingly hugging me from behind.

Elma whispers in my ear;

➖Leave it, Samra, you've been holding the poison in for too long.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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-PAGE: EROTIC+ TV

-TITLE: THE TABOOUS EXTRAVAGANCE OF THE KOTAN SIBLING

-AUTHOR: LOLO