-CHAPTER 06:

Elma whispers in my ear;

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

➖ME: I knew I should have asked for help!

I cry, my diaphragm heaving in bouts of grief;

➖ But I kept telling myself that I didn't need it!

Elma whispers;

➖And how did this affect Tahir?

His hands begin to gently massage my shoulders.

I'm crying;

➖I suffocated him! I pampered him well past his age, because I didn't want another man to leave me! Not my son!

Elma asks nicely;

➖And Lexy?

➖ME: I stayed distant!

I scream, feeling the catharsis of grief-fueled release compel me to speak the truth;

➖ I didn't want her to end up like me, so I kept her at a distance, when I should have held her close! Now she's gone and fucked her brother because it was the only way for her to be closer to the family!

Elma's sweet voice sings in my ear;

➖There, there, Samra...

She gently guides me to lie down;

➖Admitting fault is the first step. Relax and let me take care of you.

Elma's hands push me gently to the sides and I roll over onto my stomach. She straddles me above the hips and digs her wonderful fingers into the congested knots of my back. She sings a soft, soothing melody in her breath as her elegant fingers work tenderly into tense muscles. I feel more and more comfortable with her, and I start to relax and let my guard down.

Elma's musical voice whispers;

➖You were a bit off on your assessment but I can see where you are coming from.

I sniffle;

➖What do you mean?

➖ELMA: Lexy didn't try to get Tahir's attention, it was the other way around, actually.

I ask in disbelief;

➖Tahir?

I lazily lift my head just enough to look at her. Elma looks up from the massage she's giving me and nods with a smirk sprinkled on her red lips.

➖ELMA: Tahir confessed to me that he wanted Lexy

His fingers worked up my spine;

➖And after a little persuasion from me, Lexy found out that she wanted Tahir too.

I smile sadly and rest my cheek on the bed;

➖I didn't think he had that in him. My sweet boy...

Elma laughs melodiously;

➖Not so nice, and hardly a boy any longer.

I sigh;

➖And Lexy is already a woman. I know it's a cliché to say it, but it really seems like yesterday they were awkward toddlers, playing in the sandbox.

Elma sings a soft, soothing melody that I can barely hear in her mouth. The wordless lullaby floats in my ear and caresses my troubled mind as her fingers relax the tension of my posture, leaving warm, loose muscles in their soft wake. She digs her thumbs under my shoulder blades and gracefully separates the intertwined tendons between them. I feel the bridge tension in my shoulders release and they sink easily into the bedding. She presses her palms along the arch of my spine and slides the congested muscle from the bone. Warm, fluid tingles permeate the tense tendon in my back, until the fibers are soft and fluid. His fingers impress the tight stretches above my hips and unravel the rumble of clogged fascia. It leaves me gelatinous and fluid, and I feel like I could spill into the soft bedding between my bones. Her delicate hands slide under my belt and I don't stop her. I hum a graceful whisper and feel a moan linger on my lips. It's been so long since I've been touched intimately, and her seduction is more than my fragile mind can bear. I am a slave to his gentleness; prisoner of his comfort. I'm broken and I need someone to fix me. I'm vulnerable and I need someone to protect me. Elma will fix me, Elma will protect me. Elma will fix everything.

➖ELMA: You know

She leaned forward and whispered the words in my ear;

➖This should not be the end of your relationship with them.

I ask feeling a glimmer of hope rising in my chest;

➖Not?

Elma will fix me. She smiles warmly and traces a single finger across my wet cheek;

➖No, but it will require some adjustments on your part. You can't change the past, but you can always decide the future.

I ask;

➖What should I do?

Elma will protect me. She says;

➖Just see them as they are

His warm smile turned smirking;

➖Just accept them, and with a little help from me, they will accept you.

I ask, feeling the glimmer of hope rising;

➖How will Elma fix everything?

She whispers her face brushing cheek against me;

➖ Stop hiding, Samra, stop denying what you really want.

Elma's hands move from my hips and push under my skirt. His fingers grab the fat from my back and spread me wide. I'm too enamored with her trance to react, too trapped in her comfort to deny it. Touch me, Elma; touch me inside.

Elma whispers, her lips so close to mine;

➖Do you understand what I am asking?

She holds me open with one hand and passes under me with the other. A single elegant finger runs the length of the moist, tender slit between my legs. She barely touches me, but her touch awakens such a voracious hunger, it's unbearable.

I ask hopefully, my eyes falling on an expression I haven't worn in over a decade;

➖Do you want to make love to me?

I breathe in Elma's breath and taste the hint of her mouth on my tongue.

Elma smiles;

➖I am only the messenger, Samra.

His single finger ran torturously along me, never providing the penetration I crave;

➖This is something you will have to do yourself.

A moan slips through my words;

➖I am, I am... I am their mother! I could not !

Elma said through heavy, lustful breathing;

➖Yes, you can.

She presses a finger hard against my clitoris. A shock of satisfaction runs through my back and my head rises from the bed. My eyes widen, my lips part and my mouth moans. Elma's luscious lips press against my neck and lustfully suck the smooth skin of my throat. I feel his seductive control over me seeping into the furthest recesses of my mind, and I melt into his lustful wake.

Elma whispers, her hot breath on my neck, her fingers torturing me with pleasure;

➖After what they did, there are only two paths for you: spend the rest of your life ignoring the elephant in the room, and grow further and further apart until you lose them , or that you join them, and spend the rest of your life sharing your body with them, as a mother and a lover. What do you choose, Samra?

I moan, cry and move desperately under Elma's control. The need becomes so hot and hungry that it consumes every thought in my mind. The fleeting voices of rationality give way to the carnal cries of Elma's twisted desire, until I can no longer distinguish between her manipulation and my own feminine needs.

I can not do it! Yes I can. This is wrong, so wrong!!! I do not want ! Don't lie to yourself. They are my children! They can be more than that. My little boy, my beautiful son. My granddaughter, my beautiful daughter. My beautiful son with his strong hands. My beautiful daughter with her full thighs. His strong hands, grabbing my ass. Her full thighs, entwined with mine. They are so young, a chance to be young again with them. They know each other, they could have me. A happy family. Yes a happy family.

➖ME: Elma...

I moaned, biting my lip and looking pleadingly into her eyes;

➖...bring them here.

~~ ELMA ~~

What I'm watching right now: Samra Kotan. It didn't take much persuading to get her out of her clothes, but it did take a little nudging to get her into the clothes I wanted. She's such an emotional wreck right now, I could convince her to do anything, but I digress. Samra looks a lot like Lexy. She has long, curly brown hair, a split chin, a cropped jaw line, large blue eyes, a sharp pop, and high cheekbones. Where mother and daughter differ is in the body. Lexy is slim and athletic, but Samra is more built like me. D cup tits that perfectly protrude from her chest and an ass you could balance a bottle of wine on. Even at thirty-four, her curves show no sag. She has a butterfly tattoo on her lower back (which is just adorable) and a mole next to her right eye which adds some exotic appeal to her. Well, I can only hope that after two kids, my cat will be as beautiful as hers.

Either way, I think it's time for the Kotan siblings to reconcile with their mother.

~~LEXY~~

Elma's voice calls out from the hallway;

➖Lexy, Tahir! Your mother would like to talk to you!

I give Tahir a nervous look, and he smiles and hugs my thigh comfortingly. I look in the mirror to make sure I'm dressed properly. I hope the pink summer dress Mom bought me last year will be nostalgic enough to put me in her good graces, but I doubt it. I sigh and nod to Tahir. We get up, join our fingers and walk hand in hand down the hall. I open the door to Mom's bedroom and huff.

I have never seen my mother naked before. I never saw the top of his thigh. Right now my mom isn't completely naked, but it would have been better if she was. She wears a pair of fishnet stockings, black stilettos, a black choker and nothing else. Elma holds my mother from behind; her spandex covered legs circling my mom's bare ass, her chin resting on my mom's bare shoulder and her pale hands caressing the glistening, receding slit between my mom's legs. She whispers something in my mom's ear, and mom nods nervously and looks at us. Elma's green, smiling eyes linger a little longer on my naked mother, then slowly rise to mine.

Elma smiled at me teasing my mother's pussy;

➖Your mom and I had a pretty productive conversation, and we've come to the conclusion that the best thing to do moving forward is to slightly change the dynamics of your relationship. Do you like her outfit?

I give Elma a sharp, hateful look. She returns it with cheerful amusement and a shitty smile. This is what I get for trusting Elma with a delicate family matter.

Mom said to my brother, her voice trembling with nervousness;

➖Tahir, it will be difficult for me to think that you are more than my son, but I will try if you want. You've… you've grown so much; you look so much like your father. Can you...can you consider me more than your mother?

Tahir gives Mom a studious look. His eyes travel the length of her body, and I see her shiver under his gaze. Was it a reflex of fear, or excitement, I wonder? Probably both; it had the same effect on me.

Tahir with an easy smile said;

➖Yes.

He then begins to undo his belt;

➖I already am.

I give my brother a shocked expression, but he just shrugs and continues to undress.

➖MOM: Lexy...

Her voice trembled with desire as Elma tortured her with teasing caresses;

➖...you are a beautiful woman with a good heart. I kept you at a distance, because I was afraid of how I could influence you if we were too close. Do you want to be close to me now?

Elma's green eyes look at me with a calculating, defiant expression. Are you gonna fuck this up? they seem to ask, Are you going to do the pussy? I return my attention to Mom and take her inside. My God, she looks like me. Her tits are bigger and her ass is bigger, but add seventeen to me and you'll get it. Objectively, I can say that she is attractive, but do I want her? As my eyes take in every inch of her near-nakedness, I realize she is. I changed; Tahir and Elma have changed me, and I love change. There is not another moment of consideration; I will fuck my mother.

I wrap my fingers around the hem of my sundress and give my mom an evil smile. She smiles back at me with a wide, delighted smile, as if I'm giving her a touching gift for Christmas. I plant my knees on the bed and crawl towards her like a lioness lying in wait; my head bowed, my shoulders protruding from my back, my hips swaying behind me and my sundress sliding down.

Elma smiled at me friendly;

➖She is a little nervous...

She then forces Mom's legs apart;

➖...so be nice to her.

I whisper lustfully, a wide, wicked smile dotting my face;

➖Are you scared, mom?

She nods, smiles gently and opens her legs a little more. My feline crawl stops when I reach her feet. I straighten my body, throw my auburn curls over my shoulder and glance at Tahir. He caresses himself at the foot of the bed and gives me a smiling nod; ladies First. I turn my gaze to Mom and pull Elma's torturing fingers away from her. I run my fingers back and forth along the crease of her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to the flower between her trembling legs. I see her slit shine and leak, and her petals blush and swell. My mouth is watering at the sight of her and I look up at hers. She bites her lip and hums a shaky, necessary tone under her nose as she looks at me with apprehensive eyes. Her fearful expression finally breaks and she screams with blind abandon.

She almost screams;

➖Please, Lexy! I can not stand it anymore!

I'm joking;

➖First, I want you to kiss me. A real kiss, mom.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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-PAGE: EROTIC+ TV

-TITLE: THE TABOOUS EXTRAVAGANCE OF THE KOTAN SIBLING

-AUTHOR: LOLO